Jason Cannon - Marcy in heat

He interpreted her words to mean that she was afraid of his prick. It gave him new confidence and strength. He kissed her beneath her breasts again and ran his tongue under her armpits. The kiss came farther down to her navel, teasing the crest of her belly. He settled between her legs on his knees. He stared at the wide patch of black hair over her cunt. Cupping her buttocks in both hands, he rotated her ass so her pussy was up against his mouth.

He began sucking in and around her cunt. His tongue lapped up over the hump of her mound, then squeezed through the lips to find her little bud.

"Your cunt's juicy," he sighed. "And your thighs are so wonderful… I love full, heavy thighs." He withdrew his tongue and licked the insides of her thighs and underneath to where her buttocks came spilling down.

"What do you want, honey? Tell me what you want!" he moaned.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" she said, exasperated. "I want you to fuck me, damn it! Stick your cock in my cunt, for crissakes!"

He centered his throbbing prick at her hole and nudged it through the outer folds. And then all hell broke loose. She became a volcano of sex and lust. She lunged with fury against him, sheathing all of his cock in one gigantic thrust of her hips. Her cunt seemed to take his whole body rather than just his cock.

"Oh God!" he screamed. "Easy, take it easy!"

She paid no attention to him. She wrapped her legs tightly around his skinny hips and fucked her cunt with powerful precision over his meat. She was all over him, under him, over him. She seemed to be tearing his cock out by its roots with her pounding thrusts. He had never been fucked so completely and so frighteningly.

He came and still she went on, refusing to let him go. It felt as though his cock were being ripped away and his balls were being turned inside out. It started hurting. He begged her to wait. On and on she went until his cock went limp inside her and still she fucked.

At last she turned him loose as she came and watched his cum and her flowing juices run down between her legs to form a huge puddle in the sofa.

"You're some kind of woman," he breathed.

"Thanks," she said, scrambling back into her clothes. She picked up the key to the suite from the floor where he had dropped it. "I'll just take this with me now," she said.

In the elevator going back down to the lobby, she thought about the little man, and about men in general; they were a lot of fun, but they were really silly and brainless in many ways.

She spent the money she saved on the hotel suite to rent two cameras. She was sure, from what the clerk in the photo department told her, that they would do the job in almost any light. She also bought several packets of color film.

Now everything was ready. Except help. She would need someone to take the pictures; someone she either trusted or had some kind of hold over. At this point in her life, Marcy trusted absolutely no one, so she opted for the latter alternative.

On her way home from the camera shop, she stopped by the station where she had changed clothes.

"Can I help you, Miss?"

"Yes… is Fred Cox here?"

"No… and he won't be in tonight… he's off."

"Oh dear," Marcy said, hiding her elation. The fact that he wasn't working that night made the whole thing that much easier. She wouldn't have to stay out late and make up an excuse for her parents. "Do you know where he lives?"

"Yeah… but I doubt if he's home. Come sundown he and his brother usually hit Main Street and cruise. I'm sure you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do," Marcy said, and smiled her thanks.

"Shit… shit, piss, fuck," Ted Cox lamented into his third beer as it rested between his legs on the seat of the car.

"Cool it and, open me another beer," Fred said. Ted did as he was asked and handed his brother the can. "I feel like going over there and beating it off on the pound."

"The night's still young," Fred replied. "We'll finish these and head back to town. It's Friday night. There's bound to be some action somewhere."

"Bullshit. I don't think there's a broad in this town that fucks since Big Carol moved away. God damn but she could blow a cock!"

"There's always somebody around who's horny," Fred said, downing half his beer in one swallow.

"Yeah… us," Ted replied, doing the same. "I told you those two little pussies we picked up wouldn't fuck."

"How the hell did I know they'd be willing to walk eight miles back to town… Jesus, they're crazy."

"S'pose they'll tell anybody?" Ted asked. "I mean, about the way we tried to make 'em?"

"Right about now I don't give a shit," Fred replied. "The way I feel, if they were back here in the car I'd rape the shit out of both of 'em."

"We damn near did."

"Let's go back to town," Fred said, "maybe we can still score." He threw his empty can out the window.

"You're drivin'," his brother said. "I'm drinking."

Ted opened another can of beer as the car pulled out of the pasture where they had parked, and thought back to the previous year when he had practically raped his girl friend, Marge.

"Prick-teasing little bitch," Ted said aloud. "What?"

"No… where are we?"

"Back on Main Street, but it looks awful damn quiet," Fred replied. "Wait a damn minute, baby!"

"What," Ted said, sitting upright. "I think we might have somethin' after all."

"What… where?"

"Up ahead… in that green car… I know her."

"Who is it?" Ted asked.

"Marcy Whalen."

"Marcy Whalen," Ted said disgustedly. "Sheeeeeit. All she'll do is read us the Bible."

"Maybe," Fred said, remembering how she had looked that night in the gas station. "And maybe not."

He jammed down on the accelerator and pulled out of the line of traffic to overtake her.

"Hey, Marcy… hello," Fred said, catching her car at a light and pulling up beside her.

"Hello," Marcy replied, barely looking over at him and keeping a distant, almost cold tone in her voice.

She roared away, her tires squealing, and turned two corners before she was again stopped by a light and the Cox brothers pulled up beside her.

"Hey, Marcy, don't you remember me? Fred Cox? At the station the other night?"

She leaned over in the seat and screwed her face up in concentration as if she were searching her memory. "Oh, yes… hi, how are you, Fred?"

"Fine… just goofin'. What are you doin'?"

"Just riding around," Marcy said. "Yeah? That's all we're doin'… just ridin' around and drinkin' a little beer."

Horns started honking behind them when the light changed. "Gotta go," she called.

"Hey," Fred said, "pull over up there a second. I want to ask you somethin'."

She pulled into the curb and Fred pulled in behind her.

"What the hell's with you, man?" Ted said. "She's square as hell!"

"We'll see," Fred replied, and got out of the car. He moved around to the passenger side of Marcy's car and got in. "Ya' goin' anyplace in particular?"

"Not really," she said. "Why?"

"Well, Ted and I are just ridin' around… y'know, killin' time. We thought about ridin' a little ways out into the country and drinkin' a few beers. You like beer?"

"Not particularly," Marcy said, not wanting to sound as if she were agreeing too readily.

"We got wine… how about wine?"

"Yeah… maybe," she said.

"Okay… hey, can we take your car. Mine's missing."

"I guess so," said Marcy. "But you'd better drive."

"Sure," Fred said, and returned to his own car. "Get the wine out of the trunk, man, I think we're in."

"I'll believe it when my cock's in it," Ted replied.

"We'll get our cocks in it," Fred said. "Remember what I told you? She's gonna fuck us whether she wants to or not."