Jason Cannon: Marcy in heat

"Look, I don't want to get into the car with you, and I don't want any sex with you. Now will you just get the hell…"

The door flew open, slamming into her belly and throwing her into the ditch by the roadside. One of the boys was on her in a second, pummeling her face and body with his fists. She could taste the blood in her mouth and her rib cage felt like it was caving in.

She went limp and felt herself being dragged back up the short incline toward the car.

Then there were other voices. She heard something hard hit flesh and the hand that held her let go. She rolled a little way back down the bill and came to rest with her back against a large rock.

She looked back toward the car and saw two women beating on the boy. One of them looked like she was using the handle of a jack. Strange, Marcy thought, pretty aggressive for a woman.

Their clothing was also very odd.

She shook her head, trying to clear it, and looked again. To her amazement, she realized that the two women who had come to her rescue were nuns. She closed her eyes to ease the pain in her head, and from the distance, the words coming from the women became clear: "You little prick! You son-of-a-bitch!"

"Get back in that car, you Goddam shit, and don't try any more of your fuckin' games out here, or we'll really beat the shit out of you!"

That was pretty heavy language, Marcy thought, for a couple of nuns.

Then she lapsed into unconsciousness.

Marcy awoke with sunlight streaming into her eyes through an open window. Outside she could see the desert rolling as far as the eye could see, until it became mountains and then blue sky.

The bed was clean, with freshly laundered sheets and a thin comforter. Beneath the sheets she was nude, and her body ached with bruises. When she moved, her head hurt worse. She touched it and found it swathed in a thick cumbersome bandage.

The door opened. "Oh, you're awake. Good… think you can eat some soup?"

"A… I guess. Come to think of it, I am hungry."

She was dressed in black, like a nun's habit, Marcy thought, only it was different. The cut was stylish, almost sexy, as it hugged her thin waist and full, flaring hips. Her breasts weren't large but the cut of the bodice accentuated them and drew attention to their firmness. The nipples had been activated into hardness by the friction of the material and they stood out prominently.

Marcy thought it strange that she wore no bra, then she remembered the language she had heard just before she had passed out.

The woman placed the tray across Marcy's lap and fluffed the pillows behind her. She tenderly held Marcy's head so the girl could slide up to a hitting position behind the tray. As she did, the sheet slipped down and her breasts spilled over the top to sway, naked, above the tray.

"Oh," Marcy said, pulling the sheet up to cover them.

"What's the matter?"

"Is there a robe or something…?" Marcy stammered.

"What for?" she said, smiling at Marcy's embarrassment. "Are you afraid of showing your breasts? You shouldn't be… they're beautiful."

Marcy's mouth dropped open as the woman pulled the sheet down from Marcy's breasts and cupped one in her hand. She was even more surprised when the woman leaned her head close and tenderly darted her tongue around the pink nipple.

Marcy's body shook. She didn't understand and she started to say so.

"Don't talk now… eat! I'll be back."

Marcy devoured all the food on the tray and immediately went back to sleep. She awoke to find the room in semidarkness and the nun sitting on the bed beside her.

Only now she wasn't a nun. She was a beautiful girl, not too many years older than Marcy, and she was naked. She was also running her hands all over Marcy's body beneath the sheet.

Marcy started to sit up but a hand on each of her breasts gently pushed her back. "Relax… you're probably still a little shaky. This will relax you. According to your driver's license, your name is Marcy. Right?"

"Ye… yes," Marcy stammered.

"I'm Beth," she replied. "And the other girl with me when we found you getting beat up by those two bastard pricks is Norma."

"But… but I thought…"

"What?"

"I thought you were nuns," Marcy said, unable to keep her body still under the expertly massaging hands.

"In a way we are," Beth replied. "You might call us Black Collar Nuns… and if we worship anything, it's the body, and each other."

"You mean… sex?" Marcy said, her mind going back to Bruce Moran and what he had said about the church he wanted to build.

"Yes…" Beth said, "sex. Do you like sex, Marcy?"

"Yes…" Marcy replied, spreading her legs as the other girl's fingers probed at the soft lips of her pussy. "I thought you did," Beth said, "or I wouldn't have undressed and started something like this so soon. You see, that's all you talked about in your sleep. Does that feel good… my fingers up in you like that?"

"Yes… Oh God, yes it does," Marcy replied.

"Do you feel like making love, Marcy? Does your head hurt too much?"

"No… it only hurts a little and… and what you're doing down there feels so good."

"You're very lovely," Beth said, crawling under the sheet and stretching out beside Marcy. "Your pussy feels warm and inviting." She opened her thighs over Marcy's leg and settled the damp furriness of her own wet pussy down over the girl's flesh. It felt like a hot brand on Marcy's leg and she immediately started rubbing against the other girl.

"I love your breasts," Beth said.

"Suck on them if you want to," Marcy replied.

"You've made love with a woman before, haven't you, Marcy?"

"Once," Marcy said, thinking of the brief session with Wilma Dale. "But not for very long… well, it was with a man at the same time."

"Then you've got a treat coming," Beth said, running her hand again between Marcy's thighs and deftly inserting two fingers deep in her vaginal opening. Juices welled from it and ran into the girl's palm.

Marcy swayed and moaned beneath her. If she had any doubts about the total thrill of receiving love from another woman, they were quickly dispelled by the quick dartings of Beth's tongue inside her mouth, and the fiery friction of the fingers in her pussy.

Marcy clutched the other girl's body to her own, so that her own magnificent breasts mashed against the smaller ones and the heat from both their nipples surged through their bodies.

"You're really hot, aren't you?" Beth said.

"Yes… oh yes I am," Marcy replied, rubbing her thigh harder against Beth's seething pussy.

"Yea," Beth said, "you're going to like it heft… you're going to fit right in."

Marcy didn't know what Beth meant but, at that moment, she didn't care. The finger in her cunt seemed to be burning a hot trail up her channel and her mind was buzzing with lust as she felt the warm tip of a tongue caress her inner ear.

"Oh, now!" Marcy cried as she felt Beth's warm, soft body cover hers and the other girl's hair-covered pubic bone press into her clitoris. She arched her back and matched Beth's movements with her eyes shut tightly in passion and her nails raking the other girl's buttocks.

Suddenly, Beth had stopped. She had straightened her arms and now hovered above Marcy, looking down at her breasts where they spread out, completely covering her chest.

"Oh, fuck me!" Marcy begged, encircling the other girl's neck with her anus. "Fuck me with your tongue… suck me! Rub me off with your pussy… do anything you want to do!"

"You're beautiful," Beth said, and moved her head downward until it was buried between Marcy's silky thighs.

Her tongue probed lovingly between the moist lips as her hands kneaded her breasts and ran like tickling feathers over her heaving hips and throbbing thighs.