Marcy in heat

CHAPTER TWO

Even though Marcy had been totally frustrated, she was partially satisfied with the ability she had shown in submerging her fear and allowing him to go as far as he had.

She went right to sleep that night. And even though she slept soundly, the dream she had that night was equally as wild and sex-filled as the previous one.

The difference was that this time she was the dominant one, the aggressive one, the one who wanted the sex.

She welcomed the dream.

"Do you like it?" Marcy said, standing in the doorway of her bedroom, referring to the picture David held in his hands. It was of her, nude, lying on the bed with her legs spread high in the air. "You can see all the way up my cunt."

"It's ugly… it's obscene," David said.

Marcy didn't move. She was standing with her gorgeous legs spread, the muscles in them taut, as if she were acting as a barrier between him and the door in the event he anticipated dashing around her and out the door. He looked as if that was what he wanted to do.

"I think it's pretty," she said, "I wish it were alive so I could eat that pussy. Wouldn't you like to eat my pussy, David?"

"Of course not," he said, his hands shaking so much he dropped the picture.

She laughed heartily, grabbed her breasts and hugged herself. Her eyes watered with her mirth, but she stopped as abruptly as she had begun.

"Get undressed, David," she said, unbuttoning the thin sweater she wore, spilling her tits into view, the nipples long and hard, distended with the lust she seemed to constantly possess. She threw the garment down, grabbed her bare tits and sensuously kneaded them.

"You're crazy," he said. "I'm not going to bed with you."

Rut his cock was hard as iron and his balls ached. His tongue darted along his lips as he thought of the silken texture of her cunt, the bounciness of her big tits, her hard, high ass, clenching as he fucked cum into her.

She wriggled out of her skin, stood there in panties so thin that he could see the lush hairy mound of her slit. The silken material was wet with her dribbling juices, and as it pressed tightly into her crotch, the darker lines and folds of her puffy labia were visible, making him groan with desire to plunge his meat between them and experience the slick, luscious depths of her steaming cunt.

"Get undressed, David," she commanded, hands on her hips as she looked down at him where he squatted by the bed. "You want to fuck me. You want to ram your lovely cock up me. Now get undressed."

He found his hands working up his shirt, flipping the buttons open as his eyes were riveted to the lushness of the body he would soon feel warmly under him, wrapped around his cock.

She slid her panties off, baring her treasure completely. She opened her cuntlips with her lingers and displayed the sucking tunnel eagerly awaiting him, the downy pussy whose hot depths would suck out the cum from his balls.

David found that he had removed his shirt completely and that his hands, like animals with thoughts and ideas of their own, moved to his trousers, anxiously working at the zipper to free his stiff cock and get his balls out where she could lick and fondle them.

"Quickly," she said.

She flipped the dim light off.

"I'll suck you off first," she promised. "Quickly, David darling, I want to feel your dick in my mouth. Quickly…"

He could feel the flick of her tongue underneath the massive prick as it fucked into her face. Now and then teeth nipped the bulging mass of male meat, always on the verge of pain, and at the peak of pleasure.

It was good. His big fat prick plunging into her mouth was good and it was delicious. His cum was sweet in her throat. Her cheeks sucked in to make a vacuum and to afford yet another smooth, wet surface for his bulbous knob to brush against.

She made her mouth draw on his cock as if the flesh of her tongue were a pussy. She groaned with joy as she milked a stream of male juice from his bloated balls. His cock struck the back of her throat as her lips mashed into his curling pubic hairs.

She took all of his cock, stuffing it down her tight throat where she knew he would cum directly into her belly. She took her mouth from the head of his cock for a second. "Fuck me, dammit!" she yelled up into his contorted face. "Fuck my head… fuck my face… What the hell are you waiting for?"

He pistoned his hips to ram his turgid cock further into her mouth. He grabbed her head, tangling his fingers through her hair, urging her to pump faster and faster as the urge to come swelled in him like a balloon accepting too much air, about to snap, explode, and be no more.

He jammed the cock so far back into her throat he should have killed her, squirted sperm down into her stomach until she gagged.

He stroked part way out, lubricating her mouth with another splash of hot liquid, stroked deep again to fuck another wad down her throat.

He pumped and pumped for a dozen thick bursts of cum. She was gurgling and swallowing as fast as he could pour it to her. She was loving it. She could feel the heat of his cum all the way into her belly. She loved the intensity of his orgasm and somehow knew that she would quickly be able to bring him off to another one.

She was the power. She gave him a lust for cunt, for coming, for bursting loose with wads of cum that never quit. It was she who forced his mind to concentrate only on her, on her sensual body, on the lush tits that rubbed his thighs as she sucked him off. She made his eyes see only her high, smooth, round ass, thrusting it into the air as she knelt between his legs and ate his cock and his cum.

"Shoot for me," she urged him. "Come, come… don't stop, darling. Don't think of anything at all but coming and creaming, creaming, creaming for me…" She licked his prick, a long lovely tongue lap that made him gasp and blow a wad of sperm over her lovely face. Slimy wads spurted up over her nose, gummed her eyelashes, then ran down her rosy cheeks, dripped off her nose and over her ripe lips.

She licked her quick tongue around the spermy edges of her mouth, sucking up the swift gift he had given her in such glorious quantity, in such inhuman quantity.

"I want to fuck you," she said.

"No," he said.

"Yes," she said, flopping over onto her back, tits bouncing, spreading her fabulous legs to reveal the dripping cleft of her fatty-fleshed cunt.

His cock jerked, dribbled sperm across the sheets. "Fuck," he said.

"Stuff me," she said, making her slit pulse invitingly, drawing him quickly between her legs where more strings of hot spunk splattered out of him and slimed her thighs, thick gooey cream that should not possibly be left in him after all he had done thus far.

"I can't satisfy you," he said, his cock hard but his body trembling.

"Yes, you can," Marcy hissed. "You can, David, you can!"

"I'm afraid," he said.

"Fuck your dick into me, David! Hurry! Screw me hard!" A tremble of anticipation, of hard-core animal sexual heat washed through her and made her body twitch and writhe as it waited for the hard length of his male rod tote stuffed home.

He sank his meat to the balls in her honey-coated cunt, spurting cream on the first stroke, one jetting splash of it that made him groan as the beginning of a heated climax shook him and carried him on and on.

Pussy juice mixed with cum and squirted from her cunt.

"Jesus, what a cunt," he said.

"Yes… my cunt is beautiful, David. Fuck me."

He drove into the core of her womanhood. Her pussy sucked the very life from him. "Cunt, cunt, cunt!" he screamed as he pumped another load into her.

"Cock, cock, cock," she whispered, and her eyes popped open.

With one hand she reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. Then she pulled the covers back from her body. The fingers of her other hand were shoved far up her cunt.

She was a virgin in mind only.

Marcy never saw David Banks again. He was too embarrassed to call her and she felt no need to call him. She was still not totally liberated from her parents' fanatical, puritan views, but she was drawing away from them almost daily.

By the time she met Bruce Moran, she was more than ready for a real man. It was during the summer of her eighteenth year. She was ready to start junior college the following fall and in order to save money she had taken a job as secretary in the church. She was working in the office the day Bruce Moran breezed into her life.

"What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this?" he said, sitting on the edge of her desk and taking a sip from her cup of coffee after lifting it unceremoniously from her hand.

"Working," she said, taking the cup back. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh… you could do a lot for me," he said, smiling and not bothering to disguise the lusting look in his eyes as he scanned the two rising breasts that threatened to burst from the front of her blouse.

"In the line of work," she said.

"I'm Bruce Moran."

"Swell. I'm Marcy Whalen."

"I don't think you understand, little doll," he said. "I'm the Bruce Moran, of the Moran Brothers, gospel singers. We're doin' a gig all this week in your little church."

The cocky, breezy type usually didn't turn Marcy on, but Bruce Moran did. He was different in many ways from the youthful, shallow young men like David Banks she had known. She felt that the tall, muscular blond could hold his own in any situation, especially in bed.

She quickly found out that the three Moran brothers were anything but what their press releases said they were. They drank, they swore, and they put the make on any female that said more than three willing words to them. None of this was in the open, however. For public consumption, they were as pure as the driven snow. In private they were Bacchus, Satan, and Casanova, all rolled into one.

And their leader was Bruce.

Marcy attended their first evening performance at the church. Bruce spotted her in the audience and made a beeline for her during the intermission.

"You like ice, cream and cake?" he asked, a strong hint of sarcasm in his voice about the bill-of-fare.

"I like anything sweet," Marcy said, spooning ice cream into her mouth and running her tongue over her lower lip.

"There's a lot of sweetness in my hotel room after this is over," he said bluntly.

"I'll be in your car," she replied.

They hadn't even needed the words. Their eyes talked to each other and said everything.

In the car, as they drove to the motel, he pulled her close to him with his arm and dropped his hand over her shoulder to fondle her breast.

"How did you know?" she said.

"Your, eyes, the way you looked at me," he replied, "and the way you move. Everything about you is sex."

"You, too," she said.

"I know," he whispered, "it's all I live for. Silly question, but are you a virgin?"

"Why ask that?"

"I don't know," he replied. "Just a hunch, I guess. Something I felt… like I knew you were ready, and you were willing but there was just this little something…"

"Let's say I'm a partial virgin," she replied. "Does it make any difference?"

"Shit, no, honey. Not the way you look."

Now that Marcy had made her decision, she was in a rush to go through with it. She barely touched the drink he fixed for her before dimming the lights and stretching across the bed.

"You're really ready, aren't you?" he said.

"I've been waiting a long time," she replied.

The lusty gleam in her eyes said worlds about her wants, needs and desires as he brought his face down onto hers. Their kiss was very warm, very long, and very passionate.

As their lips pressed together and their tongues sought each other out, his hand ran across her back. Its path was sure and steady as he unbuttoned her blouse button by button, until his hand was beneath, fumbling with the snap on her bra.

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.

Finally they rolled over as one unit. The mutual juice of their fuck had now spread over their thighs and stomachs and it made the tight contact an exciting and slippery one.

Soon a sliding action began and they began to roll on every inch of the king-sized bed. The cream of orgasm was such a delightful lubricant that they held onto each other and enjoyed the motion as much as the fuck itself.

The excitement of the rubbing began to take effect on his small cock and it began to enlarge within her.

"Ooh, darling… I've never felt anything like that before… I've never had it happen inside me. Ooh, that's nice."

Her cunt opening had shrunken to a size only large enough for a small cock, but as the hard-on grew, the opening widened. Her cuntlips rolled open, producing a feeling she had never before experienced.

"I knew you'd be good," he growled. "It's only been a half-hour and we're already in sex heaven."

"You've been reading your own press," she said. "Fuck me again!"

"How do you want your second fuck, baby?"

The two had been rolling and he could have shot his load into her either when he was on top, or she, or when they were on their sides. "Oh, give it to me in any way, darling. You can pump as you roll, if you want to. I really don't care."

The rolling continued and the hard-on grew. His breaths were becoming short and heavy, and her nipples hardened and were again moist. Her tongue shot deeply into his mouth. The two were about as hot as two lovers could be.

"Oh, baby… let's roll and you fuck as we go… please. Let me feel that hot cream shooting when you're on top, then while you're under me. I want to feel every bit of your body as it shoots high up into my hungry cunt. Hurry, hurry… I'm starting to… it's flowing… it's flowing ooh."

Bruce fucked as they rolled. The moment he was on top, he raised his ass up high to give him a goood blast as he shot into her. An instant later when she was on top, she dug her feet into the bed and pushed onto him as hard as she could.

Bruce had a hand on each of her asscheeks and when their mutual orgasm began, he squeezed more fluid into her cunt. Marcy had her hands behind his head and she pulled his face into hers. The kiss was as warm as their cunt-cock relationship, and two happier people could not have possibly existed anywhere.

And Marcy liked it.

And she knew it was only the beginning.