Jason Cannon - Marcy in heat

They drove right back to the moonlit pasture by the lake that the boys had recently left. Ted spread out the blanket containing the beer and wine. They sat down and handed her a paper cup filled with the warm red liquid.

They talked while they dank, and a Marcy finished her second cup of wine, she tried to figure out a way to get the conversation around to sex without having it appear that she had suggested it.

She didn't have to. They did it for her. They both started talking about their friends at school, who was going steady, who was making out, and who they themselves had been with in the put six months.

Marcy acted a little interested, a little frightened, and a little self-righteous. She was sure a combination of all these would produce the desired result.

When Fred put his hand on her leg the first time, she removed it quickly; when he did it a second time, and then a third, she removed it a little more slowly.

Ted watched all this with a growing hard-on in his pants. Finally he could take no more. His hand had been idly moving around her waist. He raised it up her body and boldly cupped her breast.

"Ted," she said.

"Oh, come on, Marcy," he said.

She jumped up and started walking back toward the car, hoping she had teased them enough to produce her desired results.

"She's leavin'," Ted said.

"Well?"

"Let's go."

Ted was at her heels in no time and pushed her down in the grass. Fred stood behind them. He wasn't sure all of a sudden if he could go through with it.

"Dammit Fred!" Ted cried, trying to hold her writhing body down. "Gimme a hand, will ya'? I'll take care of her legs… you hold her arms!"

"What are you doing?" Marcy screamed. "What do you want?"

"We want some of your pussy," Ted said.

"Oh no!" Marcy cried. "Oh, dear God, no… please don't do that to me!"

"Dammit, Fred… will you get your ass over here! I can't hold her much longer!"

Fred kneeled on the ground and pinned Marcy's arms down behind her head. Marcy continued to struggle and she even started to scream. Ted was busy pulling her slacks and panties down. Her screaming frightened Fred.

He started to put a hand over her mouth but that would have released one of her arms. What could he do? In desperation, he bent over to kiss her. It was the only thing he could think of.

When his mouth neared hers she tried to bite his nose but missed. Her sharp teeth caught a bit of his lip and a trickle of blood dropped down on her own mouth.

Ted's hungry eyes feasted on the wealth of black hair that nestled between her legs. He realized for the first time just how beautifully developed Marcy Whalen was. He didn't realize that when she had bit Fred, his brother had released her arms. The next thing he knew she was, sitting up, staring at him.

For a spilt second she looked down at his hand, holding the blue nylon cloth around her knees, and then she tried to get up, frantically trying to twist free of his grasp.

"Let me go… let me go… leave me alone. Oh, please!" Marcy panted. She rolled away as he sought to return her to his arms and, breathing heavily, regained her feet and ran.

Jumping up, Ted tried to catch her, but she plunged away, sobbing and whimpering as she ran straight for the lake. His arms flailing, he beat his way after her. He had started to grab for her when she dove into the water.

Suddenly, he was murderously angry! God damn prick-tease! He jerked his clothes off, and plunged into the cool green water after her.

In her mind, Marcy was laughing. She measured her strokes so that he would soon be able to catch up with her. She needn't have worried. Ted, like his twin brother, was an athlete and a strong swimmer. He also had the added advantage of anger.

His mind was raging. By God, he thought, he was going to fuck her silly if it was the last thing he did!

He caught her by the ankle. She snuggled, to make it as difficult as possible for huh.

"No, Ted… it's wrong… it's terribly wrong!"

Ted was panting and blowing, his chest heaving from the chill water, the sudden exertion and his anger. His feet scissored to keep them both afloat. His groin tightened as she held her cool, naked flesh against his throbbingly hard cock under water. He jerked her even closer, mashing her full, wet breasts against his chest.

Her mouth was captured in a vise-like kiss. His hand slid boldly down under the water to touch the moistly quivering lips of her cunt. Finding the narrow wet slit, he wormed his thick middle finger through the cringing cuntal opening and was rewarded with a loud moan.

She was impaled on that hard thrusting finger that stabbed into her like a cock, but what made it worse was that she could actually feel her own hotly rippling vaginal walls closing hungrily around it. His other hand was kneading the trembling fullness of her ass. Even under water, her nipples had been tempered to hardness by the scraping of his powerful chest.

She was suddenly afraid she would wrap her legs around him and fuck him right there. Her body was suddenly thrilling to the game and she had to call on all her control to hold back and not ruin her plan.

They had to believe that they were raping her. Ted finally felt the sandy bottom beneath his feet. He picked her up and carried her violently shaking body to the blanket. He was far from being tired, even after expanding so much energy. His proudly erect cock rubbed hotly against her nakedly trembling buttocks with each step back to the blanket.

She started kicking and thrashing about. Ted fell on her body and shouted at his brother, who hadn't moved. "Dammit, Fred, you want some of this or not?"

"Huh… oh… yeah… yeah."

"Well, ya' better grab onto it then!"

Fred rolled his body around and straddled her breasts, with his crotch just below her face. Again he grasped her arms and held her down. He had his back to his brother and didn't realize that Ted was already naked and ready to plunge his cock into Marcy's writhing pussy.

Suddenly her eyes widened and filled with a strange look. Then he realized that, behind him, his brother was pounding his cock into her body. It hurt him as much as he thought it was hurting her.

Fred didn't know what to do. He wasn't afraid any more. Something was different, but he didn't know what it was. His brother's groans and moans of ecstasy reached his earn. As though she had willed it, Fred leaned down and kissed her again.

This time she didn't bite him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. His kiss was one of apology for what they were doing and he thought she was accepting it as such.

Ted's heavy thrusts into her were good, and kissing Fred heightened the pleasure. Knowing that she could not stop the heat that was building between her legs, she directed all her thoughts to the kiss and kept telling herself, "Hold back… hold back!"

Ted was unaware of how his victim tried to ignore what he was doing. All he knew was that all the cum he had been building up was gone. It had been shot into a good cunt and that was all that mattered.

Still on his knees, Ted crawled around to Fred's position and told him he would take over.

"I don't think you'll have to hold her," Fred said as he pulled his hard cock from his pants and slid backward, down her quivering body.

Filled with two desires, Fred thrust his cock into Marcy to relieve himself of the tremendous build-up of passion… and he again leaned down and kissed her in the hope he could express his regret.

Ted thought Fred was enjoying the kiss too much to let go, so there was no interference. Tired from his forceful ejaculation into her, Ted sat calmly on the grass, doing nothing but holding her arms. Fred's kisses were becoming quite passionate and it thrilled him to know he was not hurting her, and he pushed his cock deeper at every thrust.