Marcy in heat

CHAPTER ONE

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.

"What's wrong, David?" she finally asked him, holding the tears back in her eyes.

"Nothing… why?"

"Yes, there is," she insisted. "You're so distant any more… so cold. Ever since that night in the woods, you…"

"I don't want to talk about it, Marcy," he said, a tone of finality in his voice.

"But we must talk about it."

"All right," he said, turning an angry, contorted face in her direction. "I just got tired of going home frustrated and aching every time I left you."

"But we couldn't go any further than we did," she said.

"Why not?"

"Because it isn't right."

"Who says so?" he hissed at her.

"Everybody says so, David. It isn't right until after you're married."

"I say it is, and I'm somebody."

"I can't," she said, finally letting the team come. "I just can't."

"Well… there are girls who can."

After that the phone stopped ringing entirely. When Marcy would call him he would talk to her in vague monosyllables and cut the conversation as short as possible.

She started seeing him with other girls. Some of them were her friends… others were girls that everybody knew were "loose".

When word reached Marcy that David had started dating Lucille Cary, the wildest, loosest, most sinful girl in school, Marcy nearly went out of her mind. She ate nothing that night, and locked herself in her room.

When she at last cried herself to sleep that night, the wildest and crudest dream of all formed itself in her mind. She could see it all happening so clearly that it seemed as if it were right there in her own bed.

In the dream David entered the room naked, his long cock bobbing in front of him in sinful lust. When he reached the bed he looked down. She looked like Lucille Cary. She was long-legged and lithe, with flowering hips.

Her long, golden hair, her blue eyes, innocent, her lovely nose, and the naturally red lips she licked with the tip of her tongue.

His hard and jutting cock dribbled clear cream.

"I want to fuck with you," she said, her voice high, trembling with excitement.

"Oh, God, God…" he mouthed as his prick jerked semen out in sticky strings.

"You've got a lovely cock," she said, eyeing the tool. "And so much beautiful sperm…"

His prick jetted sperm onto her breasts as he bucked and came, spurting wads of jism boiling out of his balls like heated water out of a geyser.

She wiped the cum up with her fingers and she ate it.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" the girl asked.

"Of course!" David cried. "I want to fuck anybody, since I can't have her. I want to show her how much fun it is to fuck. She'll be a withered, dried-up old cunt soon and then no one will want to fuck her."

"Let me suck you off," said the girl, "let me suck your cock."

He grabbed her head as she came to him. He probed her mouth with his tongue, licking the young flesh thoroughly, teeth and gums and lips and tongue, tasting the freshness of bet young body, his prick dripping cum on her little thighs.

He pushed her head down to his cock.

Marcy wanted to scream as she saw him split the girl's face with the full length of his hard tool. He forced its huge thickness into her throat, making her little mouth stretch and stretch to accommodate it all.

The girl loved it and groaned as his cream slid down her throat.

"I love your cum," she said, licking the end of his prick and running it around and around her face and throat.

"Then give me your pussy!" David shouted, and clutched her body, pushing her backward on the bed. He brought his cockhead to the soft lips of her pussy. With a grunt exceeding lust he shoved again, and spread the youthful legs as wide as they would go.

"Rip it!" she screamed. "Tear it open with your big beautiful cock!"

David rammed his cock hard into her tight vaginal walls, ripped the membrane open and sank to his balls in her cunt.

Marcy woke up screaming, her body covered with perspiration. She continued until her mother rushed into the room and was able, finally, to quiet her down. When Marcy was still at last her mother left. It was then that the girl noticed the puddle of female secretions between her legs.

The dream had been horrible.

Marcy had liked it.

The next morning Marcy called David and begged him to meet her. He said he was busy but when she told him that it was for a very special reason, something that he had wanted for a very long time, he agreed to pick her up.

They drove far out, into the woods, left the car, and walked even farther. They had talked very little during the ride, and said absolutely nothing as David spread a blanket out on the ground.

She sat beside him, neither of them looking at the other. Her blood was racing but there was still indecision and fear in her mind.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she said.

"Do you want me to?" he replied.

"Yes," she said. They kissed. Her tongue darted between his lips and found his. She could feel the tenseness in his body start to ease. She hoped hers would soon.

He ran his hands caressingly up and down her firm white thighs, kneading and stroking her warm yielding flesh with his strong muscular fingers. Slowly he pulled her skirt up until it was at her hips and, for the first time, he saw the white of her panties and her bare legs.

Breathing heavily, David could hardly keep his bulging eyes from the dark, tempting mound, beneath the thin, almost transparent crotch band of her panties. He had waited so long for this moment that he was afraid he might rush it and spoil it. His hard cock was practically crawling out of his pants with eagerness.

His hand traveled up her thigh and brushed against the silky mound of her cunt. Marcy groaned and rolled over on her side toward him. He slid his hand beneath her sweater and unfastened her bra. He then drew them both, carefully, up over her shoulders mid head.

He gasped in awe as her full, round, dark-tipped young breasts leapt into view. Their size and firmness filled his mind and body with an indescribable lusting. It was as if his oldest and fondest dream had come true.

"Are they pretty to you?" Marcy asked.

"Marcy, they're beautiful… so beautiful," he said. "They look even bigger than they feel."

She was as big and voluptuous as a mature woman. Her breasts were huge and firm like ripe melons that encouraged squeezing.

Marcy bit her lip as David dipped his face to her breasts and experimentally teased one nipple, then the other, into erection with the gentle tip of his tongue. She nearly came off the blanket as his hands undid her skirt and eased it down off her legs. His fingers tickled up and down her flat, smooth stomach from her crotch to her breasts.

She was wet. She could feel it. Should she be embarrassed? No, it was normal, or at least she thought it was normal. Should she stop him? Should she let him go on… all the way?

"David," she moaned softly as she felt his fingers move to her one remaining piece of clothing.

"Yes," he said, his fingers freezing.

"I'll do it," she said.

He stood up and surveyed her beauty. "God, you're gorgeous," he said, a raspiness in his voice that told her that even though she wanted his cock, her body was creating an even greater amount of lust, need and desire in him.

He pulled his shirt off first and then his pants and shorts. All the time he kept his eyes moving over her partially clothed body. The panties she wore were white in contrast to the golden brown of her tanned skin.

Her breasts were two perfect, swaying mounds flowing across her chest. Her black hair fell in cascades around her shoulders and barely touched the full roundness of her tits, seemingly to amplify their glow in the sunlight. Her panties were cut high on the thighs, revealing the whiteness of her skirt between the tan lines.

Her eyes were working. She watched him fist his cock with one hand while he slowly massaged the huge, hanging sac of his balls with the other.

She matched his motions with those of her on, kneading a breast, bunching its nipple against her chin with one hand while she ran three of her fingers into the bush between her legs and sucked her own juices from their tips.

"Do you like my tits?" she cooed.

"They're perfect," he said, moving his hand faster, in longer strokes, on his cock.

Indeed they were beautiful. With the support of the bra gone they still didn't move, but stood out from her body in their rounded perfection. The areolas were heavily veined, pink and almost as large as the ends of the breasts they tipped. At their ends the nipples rose in hardness, twinkling at him, inviting his lips and tongue to taste their sweetness.

She kneaded them with her hands, pushing them together to form a deep valley of dark cleavage. Massaging the nipples, between her fingers, they grew even longer and harder. She tightened her fingers pressure until he could swear he saw a tiny droplet of clear liquid ooze from each nipple.

He was gasping now, the head of his cock glowing like an angry red bulb as it disappeared and reappeared from beneath his foreskin.

She carefully rolled her panties down and kicked them from her body, revealing the heavy, matted bush of her black cuntal hair. She stood with her legs just a little apart so the rounded curve of her tightly clasped cuntlips could be seen just under the heaviest part of her bush. Inside her cuntlips, the pinkness darkened and beneath them he could see the rounded bottoms of her perfect buttock. They gleamed white against the darker skin on the inside of her thighs.

He almost whimpered as he moved to her, his cock bouncing in front of his body, its length stiff and straight as it pointed toward her cunt. He groaned in desire as his hands roamed over her belly, her hips, then down across her thighs and up to her cunt. His cock jerked up and down between them, a silver stand of cum seeping from its head as he combed the thick hair of her cum-box with his fingers, letting the tips bask in its softness.

"Do you want me, David?" she sighed. "I mean, really want me?"

"It seems as though I've always wanted you," he replied.

"Then what about all those other girls? What about Lucille Cary?"

"Honey," he said, again riveting his eyes on the dark lushness between her thighs, "there's nothing like you… like this."

The thin hair-lined slit of her tight, virginal little cunt was barely visible beneath the softly tempting curls nestled up between her full luscious thighs. Marcy rolled onto her back, spreading her legs even further apart and exposing her entire cuntal area up between them.

The sweat of extreme excitement was forming on his forehead as the boy reached down just below her naked belly and teasingly flicked the tantalizing little bud of her tiny pink clitoris with his finger.

Then, experimenting further, he slowly drew the thinly hair-covered lips of her cunt apart, exposing the moist pink interior flesh and the entrance to her virginal cuntal passage. Below, he could see the tight elastic ring of her tiny, slightly puckered asshole.

"Take me, David," she said. "Go ahead! I'm ready… put it inside me!"

He was like a zombie as he lowered his cock closer and closer to her sweet pussy. His body was shaking so badly he could barely hold his weight above her.

Closer and closer the bulbous head throbbed toward its mark. She smiled as she watched. At last, she thought, I'm going to do it. I'm really going to do it. His cock is going to ram clear up in me.

And then his prick leapt and jumped, pouring sperm in great globs all over her belly.

"Oh shit, shit, shit," he said, rolling away from her.

She looked at the thick, creamy gobs across her belly and breasts.

She still hadn't been fucked.

But she liked it.