Jason Cannon - Marcy in heat

Instead of objecting, Marcy only moaned softly as this new pleasure began to filter up her backbone. The moans turned into little cries of pleasure as Wilma's lips found their way to Marcy's hot cuntlips.

Wilma found what she was looking for and, with a low grunt, settled her face into Marcy's pussy. She began to suck steadily and gently, sending electric shocks of joy up into Marcy's stomach.

Robbie gently lifted Marcy's head so his heavily throbbing cock was in a direct line with her parted lips.

He inched his loins forward slightly until the trembling tip of his cock brushed teasingly over her lips. A groan escaped his mouth as the delightful sensation shot back up to his loins. Pushing forward again, he slowly forced the pulsating head down between her warm, eager lips.

She licked the heavy masculine-tasting smoothness. She could feel him jerking back and forth whenever she touched the sensitive swollen tip of his cockhead.

So he had liked it the first time, huh? Marcy thought. Well, this time he was going to wish he'd passed.

She was going to suck him until he pleaded with her to stop, until his sperm-laden balls were drained. She intended to lick him until he screamed and groaned with sexual pain and tension.

Marcy's mouth went wild on the head of his cock. A groan bubbled from his lips. White, sticky cum cascaded into her throat. He spent all he thought he had and Marcy continued to suck until he crumbled. And still she sucked. And still he came, the hot fiery spray of sperm splashing hotly into the back of her throat.

Murmurs of joy flowed from her cock-filled mouth as she gulped gluttonously, sputtering and choking in an effort to swallow every drop of the fluid.

She continued to suck on him persistently, even after his orgasm had passed, while Wilma licked more hungrily now up between her wide-splayed thighs, shoving her strong tongue deep inside Marcy's rhythmically pulsating cunt.

Robbie pulled himself off her face and Marcy flipped her body around until her face was in Wilma's pussy. She jammed her face between the woman's thighs and found her cuntlips with a willing tongue. Slowly, carefully, she ran her tongue up and down, up and down the oozing slit. Then she tickled the hairs around the puckered pink anus, letting a tiny bit of saliva slip from her tongue onto the crevice. When Wilma groaned in pleasure, Marcy parted the girl's asscheeks further and slipped her tongue between them. The tip and then the thickness of her tongue went far into Wilma's asshole, sending the woman into body wrenching spasms of joy.

Wilma was going crazy. She used her tongue to further pry the lips of Marcy's pussy apart. A flash of pink and a small trickling of milky cum dripped down into the crevice of her buttocks. She saw how the lips were thick and swollen lips and felt Marcy twitch in anticipation. Forcing the pussy open further, she saw the second layer of cuntlips folded out to receive her stinging kisses. While she kissed Marcy's cunt, Wilma ran her hands up and down the inner thighs, testing their softness, patting the soft cheeks of the other girl's ass.

Marcy went wild. She twisted her body until she was on top of Wilma, her legs over the girl's shoulders, her pussy jammed against her face. She could see Wilma's tongue leaping at her pussy, the girl's head twisting from side to side, licking at the center of her cunt.

"Ohhhh, baby, ohhh, just a little bit more!" Marcy screamed.

"Give it to me! Pour all that cum into my mouth!" Wilma urged. "Show me how much you like me to suck your cunt!"

The words set off a hundred charges in Marcy's mind. She went off. She bucked and twisted, spreading her legs even farther apart and mashing her cunt into Wilma's eager face, feeling the licking, darting tongue push like a cock deep into her gushing hole. Her cum poured out of her pussy, running down her legs as Wilma lapped it up eagerly and gulped for more.

Finally, completely spent, Marcy collapsed.

When Marcy awoke the room was in near darkness. The only illumination came from the burning coals in the fireplace. Naked, sleeping bodies sprawled round her, and Wilma Dale's face was still partially between her legs. The girl had a pleasant smile on her lips.

A slight tingly feeling started at the very edge of Marcy's labia and rippled up through her cuntal walls as she looked at the other girl and thought about the brief time they had made love.

It had been good. Almost more satisfying than the whole evening. She thought for a moment about awakening Wilma and quietly going around the world one more time.

No, she thought to herself, there would be all the time in the world for sex and love. Right now, she was going to do what she had decided to do.

She eased herself away from the sleeping girl, gathered her clothes, and crept up the stairs. She tried three rooms until she found a bath. Quietly, she ran a shallow tub and took a warm, relaxing bath.

When she was fully dressed she returned to the first floor. At the bottom of the stairs she almost ran into Robbie as he staggered from the kitchen with a bottle of soda.

"Leaving?"

"Yes," Marcy replied. "I'm going to go out and get some sex."

"Well, we're all a little pooped tonight," he said, as if he felt he had to make an excuse, for her leaving. "But drop around tomorrow, Marcy… when I'm fresh."

"Not a chance," she said. "At my next orgy I want some men."

She walked out the door leaving him standing, his face contorted in anger.

"Well," she said aloud as she climbed into the car, "if that doesn't piss him off, nothing will."

Marcy knew that the chance of her parents learning about the evening were good, but she also knew they would be far better if she attacked Robbie's manhood.

She drove back to her own neighborhood and parked not too far from the theater where she should have seen the evening's movie. Crawling into the back seat, she quickly changed clothes, making herself back into the sweet little girl her parents expected.

She then took the board out of the trunk and placed it under one back tire. She started the car and drove over the upraised spike three or four times to make sure.

She locked the car and stood a few moments watching the tire deflate. Then she took the board and her sack of clothes and started for home. On the way she dumped the sack in a garbage can.

"Marcy… where have you been?" her mother said when she entered the house.

"The movies."

"But it's two-thirty in the morning. Your father and I have been going crazy with worry."

"I had a flat."

"Why didn't you call?" her father asked.

"I tried… the phone was busy," she lied. "I tried to get it fixed but I didn't find anyone… I walked and walked… but I couldn't find a station open."

"Poor baby," her mother said. "You go right to bed. We'll get the car tomorrow."

"Did you have a good time, honey?" her father asked.

"Oh, yes, Daddy," Marcy replied. "I had a fabulous time… but the movie was a little dirty… I was really embarrassed."

"It's this new permissiveness," her father replied. "You just have to pray."

"I did," Marcy said. "I really did."

She spent the next three days calling the Reverend Morris' house. She always got Kate Morris and hung up. Then on the afternoon of the third day she hit the jackpot.

"Bill Morris here."

"Reverend Morris, this is Marcy Whalen."

"Yes, Miss Whalen."

"I'm on the committee to select judges for the fashion show that's put on every year by the Young Women for Civic Action…"

"Yes, but…"

"Wt have one male and one female judge every year. We would like you to be the male judge. The proceeds go to help… unwed mothers."

"That's a good cause," he replied, "but I know absolutely nothing about fashion, Marcy."