Jason Cannon: Marcy in heat

It was exciting, wonderful for Marcy. And he was exciting. There was no frustration or meandering about Bruce. He knew what they both wanted and he went right to the task of preparing them.

When the bra was unhooked, the thin pylon material fell to her side and Bruce could immediately tell that her breasts were as firm free as they had been confined. He pulled her toward him and the feel of her huge breasts squeezing into his chest hardened his already stiff cock.

As Marcy lay in his arms, Bruce's hands worked over her breasts. They were her highest points of passion and he knew just how to caress them to set a fire in her body. She thought, at one point, that she might pass out as he masterfully squeezed and pulled on her nipples.

Then his hand was zipping down her skirt. In perfect rhythm Marcy lifted her hips as he pulled. The skirt left her legs and she was nude except for her panties and the unfastened bra.

"God, what a set of tits," he cooed, as he helped her pull the bra the rest of the way off.

"You like big tits, don't you? You like to suck on big tits," she said. As the words formed on her lips that she had only before spoken in her dream, Marcy became even more inflamed.

"They don't need a bra… firm… round… tender… beautiful, just beautiful."

As Bruce described her beautiful tits, his hands wrapped around her body once again and compressed the two massive globes between them.

Marcy wanted to feel his skin too, the way he was feeling hers. She ran her fingers along his waist, pulling the shirt out of his slacks. As their warm kiss lingered on, she unbuttoned his shirt and quickly parted it.

When her warm nipples touched his bare skin, she felt they were two hot pokers. They throbbed as they touched his body and in seconds grew larger and harder to the touch.

The touch of their chests was exciting. Marcy rubbed her body on his to feel the exquisite sensation of bodily contact. It continued for several minutes and as she reached down to unbuckle his belt, he reached for her panties.

He rolled the thin material to her hips and when it passed the outer curvature of her legs, he let go. Marcy then wiggled her body so the panties would fall. As they did, so did his trousers.

And there they lay, in complete nudity and loving every moment of it. Her breasts were almost completely flattened by their intense hold on one another, and the pressure on Bruce's chest was thrilling to each of them.

Marcy parted her legs and his cock slid between her thighs. The stiff thickness rubbed the hair and lips of her pussy as they both moved back and forth.

"Will this make you shoot too soon," she asked, thinking of David, "me rubbing my pussy against your cock like this?"

"Not unless I want it to," he replied, increasing his movements. "And even if it did, Marcy honey, I'll just get it back up again for you, anyhow."

A tremendous quantity of clear juice had been oozing from his cockhead as it slid between her legs. The mixture of their juices built such a fire in both their bodies that neither of them wanted the movement to stop.

"You want it, honey?" he said.

"You know I do," she groaned. "Stick it in me!"

The head of his cock seemed to bend upward all by itself. They were both so wet that the cock slid easily up into her cuntal channel… further… further it went.

"Jesus!" she gasped. "What?"

"It's in me… your cock is inside."

"It sure is."

"There's nothing to it," she said.

"What?"

"It's easy," she said.

"Isn't it good for you, honey?" he asked.

"Oh yes," she quickly said. "Oh shit, yes! I love it! Fuck it to me!"

Even though there was absolutely no resistance from Marcy, as his meat entered her easily, it felt as though the lips and walls of her pussy were being spread so far that they would be ripped apart.

His cock seemed to have a life of its own as it leapt and throbbed. The foreskin peeled back tautly from the head. He could feel the sticky juices of her willing vagina coating his prick like a glove.

Then he was fully inside her, his bone grinding against hers in a up-and-down motion. He reached under her and cupped the fleshy softness of her asscheeks with his hand.

Suddenly her whole body responded to his impaling cock. She became a coordinated mass of pulsing flesh. She was coming. She could feel it. For the first time in her life she was coming on a man's, cock.

"OHHHHH, shit, shit, shit!" she groaned, loving the shock, beating a tattoo on his ass with her heels and grinding her clitoris against him. Mewling sounds came from her throat as she bounced her hardened breasts against his chest and tore like a frenzied wildcat at his back with her nails.

"Are you coming already, honey? Is it good? Is it, huh?" he gasped, his mind filled with the wildness and passion that seemed to surge from her body.

She answered him with her body instead of her voice. Her come had been good, almost complete in the wild sensations it had caused all through her body. But it was only the beginning and she let him know it. She tightened her thighs and wound her legs tightly around his hips. She lowered her own hips and buttocks onto the mattress until his cock was barely inside her cunt. Then she drove her hips upward like an avenging piledriver, impaling herself completely on the hugeness of his pole.

He responded in kind, tightening his buttocks and ramming his cock in and out of her sopping cunt. With his hands he kneaded her bouncing tits as though he were trying to tear them from her chest.

Her head flew from side to side on the pillow, the hair flying against his head and shoulders. She felt a stream erupting in her throat. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. Her hips came alive as they pounded her cunt over his willing, thrusting meat.

"It's good! Oh shit, it's good, so good!" he wailed, feeling his balls slapping against her asshole.

She came again, the joy of it shaking her whole body down to the very marrow of her bones. And still she didn't stop. Her brain was on fire with the heat of his prick in her cunt. She went faster, pounding his cock even harder, trying to urge him to match her rhythms.

When he didn't, she rolled him over and straddled him. Up, down, went her ass, pounding him into the mattress until he could only lie beneath her, enjoying the sudden fury of sex that had captured her.

Her mind continued screaming at her. Fucking. Sucking. Sex. Cock. Cunt. This was what she had longed for all the time. This was happiness. This was freedom, kicks, everything.

Sweat and cunt juice flowed from her body soaking both of them, as again she had an orgasm. This time he matched her, his cock swelling, the head throbbing with a heat that seemed to sear the far inner walls of her vagina.

His come heightened hers as she felt the quaking spurts of liquid bathe her inner softness.

Muscles up and down his long legs became like jelly and he began to crumple. As he started to collapse under the delightful strain of orgasm, Marcy felt his still spurting cock slide downward. Not wanting to lose the delightful sensation, she held his body as tightly as possible and kept him from falling in a heap.

The heavy volume of his cum could not be handled within her cunt and it slowly dribbled down both their legs. The orgasm within Marcy was intensely muscular and she didn't know if she would be able to stay on top.

As Bruce's spent cock began to shrink out of her body, she squeezed her cuntlips as tightly as possible. "I don't want it out yet, Bruce. Please don't let it out yet."

Not able to control his slowly diminishing cock, Bruce held her as tightly as he could. "If I can't stop it from shrinking, at least I'll stay inside while I'm small."

The strategy worked and soon Marcy could feel the smallness of a relaxed cock as it rested within her body. They kept their arms tightly around each other to keep their bodies from separating.