Jason Cannon: Marcy in heat

Marcy Whalen's parents were very religious, and almost fanatical in their condemnation of anything that wasn't approved by the church. Marcy grew up in an atmosphere of fear.

When she reached thirteen and her body started awakening, her mother sat her down and explained the sins of the flesh. She cautioned Marcy not to fall into temptation by touching herself or by allowing a boy to have his way with her.

Marcy was allowed to date, but only when several couples were included in the group. And then nearly all of her outings were connected with the church. As she grew older she heard stories from the other girls in school about young couples who had gotten into trouble. It frightened her, but it also peaked her curiosity.

By the time she was fourteen the wild cravings in her body expanded and flowered along with the womanly aspects of her figure. The nights got longer and longer as she became more and more frustrated and the dreams of sin came more frequently.

She talked to her minister about her dreams and was told to have faith. She talked to her mother about them and was told that they were sinful. She told a few of her closest friends at school and they replied that the dreams were normal. Marcy's only problem was that she needed sex.

But sex was sinful.

So she continued to have dreams and many sleepless nights trying to escape from them. By the time she was fifteen she had discovered the pleasure her own hands could bring to her body. That brought even more fire, more frustration, and more guilt.

Up until this time no boy had touched her beyond a light kiss. That changed when she met David Banks. He was older, in college, and much wiser in the ways of the world than the others in her church youth group.

David was on summer vacation and they started dating regularly. Each night before they would leave for a date, David would quote the Bible with Marcy's mother while he waited for Marcy to come downstairs. And each night, when they returned from the date, the front seat of his car would become a hotbed of passion as his hands roamed over her body and his lips showered her face and neck with hot, loving kisses.

He awakened her mind and her flesh to not only what he wanted, but what she wanted. She wanted sex, and lots of it. Her dreams almost became real with David forming clearly in them as the man she ravished and was, in turn, ravished by.

But still she managed to keep his hands outside her clothes and his kisses from making her a lusting female animal.

She imagined that someday, before too long, she might marry David and have everything with him that her mother and father had. It never entered Marcy's mind that her mother and father had very little. She was sure that it would work out with David if only she were able to retain her virginity until they were married, as her mother had taught her.

It became more and more difficult as her love for David grew and her own desires became the only thoughts in her mind.

It became almost impossible one night in the middle of the summer, during a church outing. After evening prayers and group singing, everyone had retired to their own groups and their own sleeping bags.

She and David had slipped well outside the ring of lights so they could be near one another under the stars. Head to head, each in their own sleeping bags, they had kissed, tenderly at first, and then more passionately. He had edged his hand into the top of her bag and fondled her breasts.

The day had been long, with a great deal of activity. Rather than his caresses exciting her, they had lulled her to sleep. It seemed only a second later, her body drugged with sleep and still tingling from his touch, when she became drowsily aware that David was forcing his way down into her bag.

He had come to her from his own sleeping bag wearing nothing but his shorts. Before she was fully awake, he was wedged down into her bag, and they lay tightly against each other. He nibbled at her eyes, her nose, and then his lips touched hers and they were kissing passionately.

Their bodies were pressed together, flesh to flesh. They had never been like this before and it made jelly out of Marcy's thoughts. She made no move to stop him as he opened the clasp in her bra. She wanted to believe, in her sleepy state, that just going that far was all right.

Then came the tender, tingling sensations of his fingers tracing over the hot, naked flesh of her full young breasts, and suddenly it was different… more exciting, yet more frightening. Now she had no cloth to shroud the mystery of her heaving breasts, nor was he touching them from the security of the other sleeping bag. No, he was right there with her, pressed hard against her now-willing body.

His pinching of her slowly hardening nipples caused her to moan and gasp. She had not caught his other hand as it taunted teasingly at her flat, smooth tummy, moving always downward over those sensitive areas to the insides of her quivering young thighs.

Then smoothly and unhesitatingly it snaked straight under the elastic waistband of her thin nylon panties to the moistly pulsating lips of her virginal young cunt.

A dryness clutched at her throat. She was losing her head entirely. She knew the wildly satisfying sensations she could cause in herself by touching there. It was a fearful thought for her, to think what she might be reduced to doing if anyone else, especially David, touched her there.

He tenderly massaged her budding clitoris and then teased his middle finger slowly into the seething little passage up between her legs. His tongue had mingled with hers, enjoying the wet combined saliva as they ground hard together, her inexperienced flesh responding as it never had before. An electricity was building between them. They felt so alone, and it seemed so natural underneath the stars.

Suddenly her body took over from her mind. It was as if she had become a total slave to the throbbing between her soaking thighs. Marcy found herself sucking wildly on David's tongue. It was as if she wanted to devour him.

A low moan came from her long delicate throat as she felt his fingers working their way deeper into her tiny quivering pussy. Slowly, her own hands went down along the hardness of his chest hesitatingly at first along its smooth muscular surface. Then her trembling fingers had edged along faster, pausing at the flatness of his hips. Slowly they moved forward and she was grasping the rigidly throbbing flesh of his cock.

He moaned low and lustily in his throat when he felt her hand go into his crotch and wrap around his rigid cock. It was all he could do to hold back the flow of his hot fluids into her warm, soft hand. He tried to force his prick between her legs and their bodies closer together.

Somehow she resisted his strength and her own cravings. Still there was a scant inch of distance between them as they lay with their bands hungrily exploring each other's excited genitals.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity of his hand's soft but eager attention to the wetly trembling walls of her hotly aroused cunt, she had brought her own hands up to his shoulders to force him away. Something had snapped within her brain and she made the big effort, stopping him on the edge of what they both wanted so badly.

As they lay there shaking, naturally they had argued, in whispers so as not to wake the others camped nearby. He had pleaded with her, but she had been firm. In the end he had slipped quietly back to his own sleeping bag, leaving her alone with only the exciting wetness between her legs to remind her of how close to the edge they had strayed.

In the weeks that followed, David became distant with her. They still dated but his passion was thin in the car and he didn't even attempt to touch her breasts or run his hand down between her legs.