Jason Cannon - Marcy in heat

Marcy lifted her buttocks from the bed and Beth grasped her hips at the same time, pulling the hungry pussy closer and closer against her mouth. Beth sank her hot tongue into Marcy's body, then withdrew it slowly, only to sink it in again, deeper and deeper.

Marcy moaned and writhed in ecstasy as the other girl sucked and licked until she thought her pussy would be turned inside out. "More… more like that," she moaned. "It feels like you're sucking the soul from my body."

Yes, oh yes. Beth thought as she felt the hot body beneath her erupt in orgasm. That's exactly what I'm doing… sucking the very soul from your beautiful body!

In less than a week Marcy was up and around. She felt wonderful. The strength was back in her body and there was something about the place that made her feel as though, at last, she had found what, she was looking for… freedom to do whatever she wanted to do, whenever she wanted to do it.

The night after Beth had made love to her, Norma had done the same. On the third night, both girls had come to her, and she had loved their cunts with the same passion they had showered on her.

By the last evening of her convalescence, she had not tired of the girl-to-girl lovemaking, but she had begun to desire a man. Beth and Norma seemed to read her thoughts when Marcy asked them if there were only girls in the camp.

Beth only smiled and reassured her that there were also men… many men. That night, after a particularly wild session between the three girls, Beth and Norma silently climbed back into their robes and left the room.

A few minutes later, a man in a large dark robe entered her room. She was frightened because she couldn't see his… she knew it was a man because of his huge bulk. Her fears were calmed when he approached the bed and spoke to her in a deep, soft voice that seemed to have a hypnotic effect on her.

"Marcy?"

"Yes."

"I am Jason."

"You are as beautiful as the sisters have told me, Marcy."

"Thank you."

"Are you afraid?"

"I don't think so," she said, and gasped in awe as he shrugged the cloak from his shoulders and stood naked before her in the dim light.

He was unbelievably handsome, with long, golden hair that nearly reached his shoulders. His chest was nearly hairless and heavily muscled, as was the rest of his tall frame.

Standing straight out from the golden hair at his groin was the biggest, hardest cock Marcy had ever seen. It was as thick as her wrist and the throbbing head at the end of the shaft was as round as her fist.

She automatically reached for it and he took a few steps closer to the bed. She grasped the heavy barrel and bent it downward even with his tremendous height and her lying flat on the bed, the spent-dripping cockhead nearly touched her lips.

Marcy wrapped both her hands around the barrel, near the hilt. She moved her hands forward until the skin flowed over the knob and the flew crown disappeared. She released the pressure and the big head popped back into view, the staff behind now much harder and swelling to its full length before her mesmerized gaze.

Her cunt started to tingle as she watched the veins stand out in his cock as if they were talking to her, urging her to play with it some more. The more Marcy wrestled with his cock and the harder it got, the less she could keep her body still.

He put his arms around her neck and pulled her beautiful face toward him. His kiss was like fire as his tongue found hers in quick, darting movements. She returned the kiss with her own, probing and searching his mouth, tasting its desire.

"What a beautiful cock," she sighed, rubbing the head around her navel.

"What a beautiful body," he replied. "You've got the kind of a body that can take a lot of cock, Marcy."

She moved her body against his, losing herself in the rapture of desire. His skin rippled under her touch, as her fingers moved across the well-muscled shoulders and down to the small of his back. He kissed each part of her body. She answered his touch with slow ripples of her skin that told him he was driving her near the same peak of passion.

He rocked back on his haunches to look at her beautiful body, his cock dangling right at the opening to her muff. She raised her hips as if she could suck the huge shaft into her with just the pressure of her need. Her eyes were glazed as she looked up at him and smiled.

"Do anything," she said, "anything you want!"

He took her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Gently, he moved his head between her thighs, kissing her soft skin. Wider and wider he spread her legs, until, at last, he felt the soft, wiry pubic hair on her nest tickle his chin and lips. He probed with his tongue, tasting her juices. She moved in a spasm of pleasure, thrusting her wet cunt upward to his face.

He rocked his head from side to side, matching the rhythm of her hips. His tongue became a fork of hot flame shooting through her body. He did everything just exactly right. She was lost in the lust of the moment but she sensed his ability to stay absolutely cool while he was eating her cunt.

"Suck it, suck it!" she cried. She arched her back, driving her hips against him, grinding her wet mass of matted cunt hair into his face to attain the full extent of pleasure from his probing tongue. "Yes, now," she gasped, "I'm coming!"

She raised her legs, freeing her ankles from his grasp, and locked her thighs around his head. Tighter and tighter she squeezed and then she relaxed with a long, wailing cry.

"Now fuck me!" she said. "Let me feel that big hunk inside me!"

He rubbed the head of his cock against her, up and down the soggy slit. Then he sank his fingers into her dampness, working expertly, increasing her need and her passion again.

Her nostrils caught the mesmerizing scent of her own spunk coming from between her legs. Her belly was smooth as velvet as she hunched up against his. He thrust, and she cried out in pleasurable pain as she felt him enter her in a long, smooth movement.

She threw her hips upward, arching her back and sending her splayed-open cunt up to meet his driving cock. Deeper and deeper into her he went. Her mind reeled. Her breath came fast and heavy.

"More, MORE! All of it! Give me all of it! Oh, God, what a cock!" She begged him over and over to pound his meat into her cunt. "Come!" she shouted. "Come with me!"

He drove deep inside her and ground his pubic bone against hers. The juices from her cunt poured out around his cock and balls as her pent-up release let go. Then he felt her passionate release carry her above and beyond fulfillment. She added to her own pleasure by again arching herself toward him, grinding her hips against him, taking all of him, swallowing his cock in her hot slit, trying to get him off with her.

She came until her body seemed racked with pain. She fell back and watched him slowly withdraw his huge cock from her cunt.

"You didn't come," she said. "I'm sorry. Keep fucking me until you do if you want to."

"I like to come another way," he said, rolling her body over. He had spoken between clenched teeth, and his voice was no longer soothing.

"What are you doing?" Marcy cried.

"Teaching you obedience," he said. "Obedience is very important here… and obedience to Jason is mandatory. Now raise your ass!"

"Oh no… NO!" she cried. "I can't… you're way too big! I can't!"

"You will," he said, striking her hard across the ass with the flat of his hand. "It is part of the obedience."

First he spread her legs and then the cheeks of her ass. Then he pressed his finger into her tight, puckered asshole and wiggled it. She squirmed more from surprise than pain. She had been fucked this way before but never by a monster as big as Jason. She was frying to dither away again when his hands became vises on her hips, drawing her back into him. Then she felt the monstrous cockhead at her asshole.