Jason Cannon: Marcy in heat

"Turn over!" Marcy heard the older woman say. "Turn over and spread your… wide… real fucking wide. I'm gonna suck that dick of yours good… and you're asshole."

He did as she said, and Marcy looked on with horror as the woman spread his ass cheeks and plunged her tongue into the crevice. She moved her head up and down along his crack, sometimes lingering in the center.

"That's wonderful," he whispered loudly. "Try your tongue on the back of my balls. Yes, that's it! Ohhh, so warm and nice! Keep doing it just like that!"

She kept it up for several silent minutes. He lay spread out in front of her completely still, enjoying the movement of her enthusiastic tongue. After a while he raised his hips slightly, exposing more of his anal region to her. She responded with even more vigor while fondling his balls with her hand at the same time.

"Turn over," she said. "I want to grease your prick."

He turned over onto his back, and she dipped her fingers into the goo of her cunt and then smeared the substance on his long penis. She worked the lubricant up and down the shaft, slowly masturbating him. As her hand moved slowly back and forth over his sensitive cockhead, her other hand applied the smooth love juices to his testicles and anus.

"I'm going to come… I'm going to shoot like hell!" he gasped. "Better wait a minute!"

She stopped her expert stroking and kissed him. He ran three of his fingers up and down her wet slit with one hand and kneaded her breasts with the other. The heavy friction in her cunt caused the woman to squirm and breathe heavily.

Marcy could see his fingers moving along the woman's hairy valley, sometimes tickling her, other times plunging his lubricated finger into her opening.

Marcy felt herself shaking with fear, anger and desire, all at once. To her, the entire scene was one of betrayal. She wanted to scream, but she also wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. Instead, she watched with utmost fascination.

"Me too," said the woman, flipping her long hair away from her face. "Me too I'm going to come! Stop! Let's finish off with a good fuck!"

Without a further word from either of them, the woman moved on top so that she was straddling his hips.

"Let me do it," she said. "I'll slide you into me just the way I like it."

She raised herself just enough so that Marcy's father's erect penis was poking against her opening, and then she slowly lowered herself onto it, sliding down farther and farther until she was entirely impaled on his elongated shaft.

She began to rotate her hips slowly, and bent over so that her breasts were close to his mouth. Marcy couldn't see him kissing her breasts because Kate's hair covered his head. But she could hear the sucking sounds he was making and Kate's groans as she kept sliding her hot vagina back and forth on his penis.

"This is it!" Kate was nearly shouting. "I love the way your cock feels inside me! So deep and hard! This is it! I'm almost there… I want you to come first!"

"You're going to get your wish, my sweet," he said, barely able to control his voice. "Keep it up… there, there! I'm making it!"

From then on his actions were frantic. His hips met hers again and again, rapidly slapping their bodies together.

"I feel your cum, baby!" she said. "I feel your hot, squirting cum! Ohhhhh! I'm coming too! Mmmmmmmm!"

As the couple continued fondling each other in the bedroom, Marcy's fingers were working furiously in her own cunt. In, out, in, out, she jammed her fingers through the soft lips of her vaginal tract, deep into the swimming recesses of her youthful body.

She bit her lip to keep from shrieking out loud as she came and came. It was a strange and taut climax that was so shot through with pleasure that it nearly hurt.

She rippled her cunt muscles as if she were milking cum from her fingers.

When it was over, Marcy felt suddenly alone and out of place. She was also afraid that she would be seen or heard, and couldn't help but think how humiliating that would be. She knew that if she left right then, they would probably hear her, so, instead, she waited for them to begin talking or moving, anything that would cause them not to notice her.

It took what seemed like forever, but eventually Kate started sucking on her father's prick again. His cock quickly swelled until it was fully erect.

When they were totally immersed in each other's bodies again, Marcy sneaked down the stairs and out of the house.

Walking home gave her time to cool off and think. Her father had deceived her. But then, Marcy reasoned, if she had to live with her mother, she would probably do the same thing. But that thought didn't soften the blow of her father telling her one thing and doing another.

She wanted revenge, and by the time she walked into her own house she had figured out how to get it, both against her father and against Kate Morris for toppling one of Marcy's sacred cows.

"Marcy," her mother said when she walked into the living room and her mother saw her still carrying the magazines, "didn't Mrs. Morris want them?"

"Oh no, Mom," Marcy replied, "I just never got there, I didn't feel well, so I came on back home. I think I'll lie down for a while."

She didn't hear her father come home, but when she came downstairs he was sitting, reading his paper, in his favorite chair.

She was about to put the first part of her plan into action, but she needed the car to do it.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, honey?"

"I'm a little bored… could I borrow the car?"

"Where are you going, honey?"

"A movie."

"Did you ask your mother?"

"Dad, I'm eighteen," Marcy said, anger about the afternoon rising in her throat.

There was some strange depth in his daughter's eyes he hadn't seen before. "But I guess you know enough by now to take care of yourself."

He tossed her the keys and went back to his paper. She went upstairs and threw a sack out her bedroom window. In the garage she found an old board in the used lumber pile with two large spikes through it. She placed it in the trunk, and backed out into the drive.

Checking the lighted living room window to make sure her mother or father weren't watching her, she ran around the house and retrieved the bag. Placing it in the trunk with the board, she got in the car and backed into the street.

Marcy drove clear across town until she found herself in the wealthy section. She stopped in a gas station.

"May I use your rest room?"

"Sure," said the young attendant, "around the side. It's unlocked."

Clutching the paper bag, Marcy walked around the building until she found the rest room. Inside she locked the door and stripped completely. She started with her hair. The pins came out and the hair came down. Then she worked on her face. The lips became a red gash, the eyebrows became arched, the eyes took on a blue tint. She carefully put on false eyelashes and highlighted her checks with blusher.

She stepped back, looked at herself in the minor, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then she started dressing. The panties were flimsy, black, and very sheer, with the material cut high on the hip in the French style. The black bra she fastened around her large breasts was also French-cut, so that it pushed the mounds of her breasts up and together, giving her a deep valley of cleavage.

Skirt and blouse were next. Then she stuffed her other clothes in the bag and went back into the main part of the station.

"Jesus!" the young attendant gasped when he saw the transformation. Ten minutes before a young girl had gone into the rest room and now, out came this beautiful, mature woman.

"Can I use your phone?" Marcy asked, studying the young man, somehow recognizing him.

"Sure… sure," he replied, "it's right there on the wall."