Marcy in heat

CHAPTER SIX

"Hey, Marcy… hello," Fred said, catching her car at a light and pulling up beside her.

"Hello," Marcy replied, barely looking over at him and keeping a distant, almost cold tone in her voice.

She roared away, her tires squealing, and turned two corners before she was again stopped by a light and the Cox brothers pulled up beside her.

"Hey, Marcy, don't you remember me? Fred Cox? At the station the other night?"

She leaned over in the seat and screwed her face up in concentration as if she were searching her memory. "Oh, yes… hi, how are you, Fred?"

"Fine… just goofin'. What are you doin'?"

"Just riding around," Marcy said. "Yeah? That's all we're doin'… just ridin' around and drinkin' a little beer."

Horns started honking behind them when the light changed. "Gotta go," she called.

"Hey," Fred said, "pull over up there a second. I want to ask you somethin'."

She pulled into the curb and Fred pulled in behind her.

"What the hell's with you, man?" Ted said. "She's square as hell!"

"We'll see," Fred replied, and got out of the car. He moved around to the passenger side of Marcy's car and got in. "Ya' goin' anyplace in particular?"

"Not really," she said. "Why?"

"Well, Ted and I are just ridin' around… y'know, killin' time. We thought about ridin' a little ways out into the country and drinkin' a few beers. You like beer?"

"Not particularly," Marcy said, not wanting to sound as if she were agreeing too readily.

"We got wine… how about wine?"

"Yeah… maybe," she said.

"Okay… hey, can we take your car. Mine's missing."

"I guess so," said Marcy. "But you'd better drive."

"Sure," Fred said, and returned to his own car. "Get the wine out of the trunk, man, I think we're in."

"I'll believe it when my cock's in it," Ted replied.

"We'll get our cocks in it," Fred said. "Remember what I told you? She's gonna fuck us whether she wants to or not."

They drove right back to the moonlit pasture by the lake that the boys had recently left. Ted spread out the blanket containing the beer and wine. They sat down and handed her a paper cup filled with the warm red liquid.

They talked while they dank, and a Marcy finished her second cup of wine, she tried to figure out a way to get the conversation around to sex without having it appear that she had suggested it.

She didn't have to. They did it for her. They both started talking about their friends at school, who was going steady, who was making out, and who they themselves had been with in the put six months.

Marcy acted a little interested, a little frightened, and a little self-righteous. She was sure a combination of all these would produce the desired result.

When Fred put his hand on her leg the first time, she removed it quickly; when he did it a second time, and then a third, she removed it a little more slowly.

Ted watched all this with a growing hard-on in his pants. Finally he could take no more. His hand had been idly moving around her waist. He raised it up her body and boldly cupped her breast.

"Ted," she said.

"Oh, come on, Marcy," he said.

She jumped up and started walking back toward the car, hoping she had teased them enough to produce her desired results.

"She's leavin'," Ted said.

"Well?"

"Let's go."

Ted was at her heels in no time and pushed her down in the grass. Fred stood behind them. He wasn't sure all of a sudden if he could go through with it.

"Dammit Fred!" Ted cried, trying to hold her writhing body down. "Gimme a hand, will ya'? I'll take care of her legs… you hold her arms!"

"What are you doing?" Marcy screamed. "What do you want?"

"We want some of your pussy," Ted said.

"Oh no!" Marcy cried. "Oh, dear God, no… please don't do that to me!"

"Dammit, Fred… will you get your ass over here! I can't hold her much longer!"

Fred kneeled on the ground and pinned Marcy's arms down behind her head. Marcy continued to struggle and she even started to scream. Ted was busy pulling her slacks and panties down. Her screaming frightened Fred.

He started to put a hand over her mouth but that would have released one of her arms. What could he do? In desperation, he bent over to kiss her. It was the only thing he could think of.

When his mouth neared hers she tried to bite his nose but missed. Her sharp teeth caught a bit of his lip and a trickle of blood dropped down on her own mouth.

Ted's hungry eyes feasted on the wealth of black hair that nestled between her legs. He realized for the first time just how beautifully developed Marcy Whalen was. He didn't realize that when she had bit Fred, his brother had released her arms. The next thing he knew she was, sitting up, staring at him.

For a spilt second she looked down at his hand, holding the blue nylon cloth around her knees, and then she tried to get up, frantically trying to twist free of his grasp.

"Let me go… let me go… leave me alone. Oh, please!" Marcy panted. She rolled away as he sought to return her to his arms and, breathing heavily, regained her feet and ran.

Jumping up, Ted tried to catch her, but she plunged away, sobbing and whimpering as she ran straight for the lake. His arms flailing, he beat his way after her. He had started to grab for her when she dove into the water.

Suddenly, he was murderously angry! God damn prick-tease! He jerked his clothes off, and plunged into the cool green water after her.

In her mind, Marcy was laughing. She measured her strokes so that he would soon be able to catch up with her. She needn't have worried. Ted, like his twin brother, was an athlete and a strong swimmer. He also had the added advantage of anger.

His mind was raging. By God, he thought, he was going to fuck her silly if it was the last thing he did!

He caught her by the ankle. She snuggled, to make it as difficult as possible for huh.

"No, Ted… it's wrong… it's terribly wrong!"

Ted was panting and blowing, his chest heaving from the chill water, the sudden exertion and his anger. His feet scissored to keep them both afloat. His groin tightened as she held her cool, naked flesh against his throbbingly hard cock under water. He jerked her even closer, mashing her full, wet breasts against his chest.

Her mouth was captured in a vise-like kiss. His hand slid boldly down under the water to touch the moistly quivering lips of her cunt. Finding the narrow wet slit, he wormed his thick middle finger through the cringing cuntal opening and was rewarded with a loud moan.

She was impaled on that hard thrusting finger that stabbed into her like a cock, but what made it worse was that she could actually feel her own hotly rippling vaginal walls closing hungrily around it. His other hand was kneading the trembling fullness of her ass. Even under water, her nipples had been tempered to hardness by the scraping of his powerful chest.

She was suddenly afraid she would wrap her legs around him and fuck him right there. Her body was suddenly thrilling to the game and she had to call on all her control to hold back and not ruin her plan.

They had to believe that they were raping her. Ted finally felt the sandy bottom beneath his feet. He picked her up and carried her violently shaking body to the blanket. He was far from being tired, even after expanding so much energy. His proudly erect cock rubbed hotly against her nakedly trembling buttocks with each step back to the blanket.

She started kicking and thrashing about. Ted fell on her body and shouted at his brother, who hadn't moved. "Dammit, Fred, you want some of this or not?"

"Huh… oh… yeah… yeah."

"Well, ya' better grab onto it then!"

Fred rolled his body around and straddled her breasts, with his crotch just below her face. Again he grasped her arms and held her down. He had his back to his brother and didn't realize that Ted was already naked and ready to plunge his cock into Marcy's writhing pussy.

Suddenly her eyes widened and filled with a strange look. Then he realized that, behind him, his brother was pounding his cock into her body. It hurt him as much as he thought it was hurting her.

Fred didn't know what to do. He wasn't afraid any more. Something was different, but he didn't know what it was. His brother's groans and moans of ecstasy reached his earn. As though she had willed it, Fred leaned down and kissed her again.

This time she didn't bite him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. His kiss was one of apology for what they were doing and he thought she was accepting it as such.

Ted's heavy thrusts into her were good, and kissing Fred heightened the pleasure. Knowing that she could not stop the heat that was building between her legs, she directed all her thoughts to the kiss and kept telling herself, "Hold back… hold back!"

Ted was unaware of how his victim tried to ignore what he was doing. All he knew was that all the cum he had been building up was gone. It had been shot into a good cunt and that was all that mattered.

Still on his knees, Ted crawled around to Fred's position and told him he would take over.

"I don't think you'll have to hold her," Fred said as he pulled his hard cock from his pants and slid backward, down her quivering body.

Filled with two desires, Fred thrust his cock into Marcy to relieve himself of the tremendous build-up of passion… and he again leaned down and kissed her in the hope he could express his regret.

Ted thought Fred was enjoying the kiss too much to let go, so there was no interference. Tired from his forceful ejaculation into her, Ted sat calmly on the grass, doing nothing but holding her arms. Fred's kisses were becoming quite passionate and it thrilled him to know he was not hurting her, and he pushed his cock deeper at every thrust.

From the manner in which her tongue was pulsating within his mouth, Fred knew she was going to shoot an orgasm. It was a very thrilling moment for him and he slowed his pounding in order to give her more time.

"What the hell are you waiting for?" Ted whispered. "Fuck a load into her, will ya'?"

Fred didn't hear. He didn't want to hear.

Marcy didn't want her arms pinned back. She wanted them around Fred.

But each knew they had to finish what they had started, and Marcy used her tongue to tell him to start.

She pushed her tongue deeply into his mouth. Its tip nearly touched his throat and he knew she was telling him to fuck her deeply.

Fred raised his ass and rammed into her with far more force than Ted had used earlier. As hard as he pounded, and as hard as he looked into her bottomless eyes, he couldn't tell what she was thinking or feeling.

She was loving it, but she didn't dare admit it.

When he came, it shot up into her cunt with such force that she wrapped her legs around him, instinctively, with all the strength she had.

With her legs around him, she was able to lift her ass off the ground, and this tilted her cunt passage. The change in position somehow aided his pulsations and the force of his ejaculation was one of the strongest he had ever felt.

It was so intense that Fred didn't know whether she had come or not. Her body didn't tell him. Her eyes did.

She had come.

With a sigh of both relief and desperation, Fred rolled off her body and stuffed his limp, wet dick back into his pants.

Standing above her, he put out a hand and helped her up. When she was on her feet, he bent over to kiss her and managed to say only that he was sorry, very sorry.

"Not half as sorry as you're gonna be, you son-of-a-bitch," Marcy said.

Marcy flipped the large flight bag onto the bed, opened it, and spread the various outfits out. She was almost finished when Fred entered the room, a camera hanging by a leather strap around his neck.

He looked like a little boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar as he stood in front of her, barely speaking above a whisper. "When do you want us?"

She continued arranging clothes as she spoke. "Take that air vent off between the main room and the bar. You can come through there and get, some good angles. Tell Ted to use the transom from in here. He can move that chest over there to stand on. He can push it in front of the door." She turned and faced him, her legs spread, her hands on her hips. "And be sure to get a lot of his face… you hear?"

"Yeah, Marcy," he said, and turned away from her.

"And Fred?"

"Yeah?"

"If you do a good job of this, maybe I'll do one on you later."

"No thanks, Marcy. What we did to you was wrong, but what you're doing to this guy is worse."

He left and returned to the clothes on the bed, shrugging.

She was pleased with herself. After they thought they had raped her, she had really laid into them. She had cried and screamed rape. She had told them that they would have to kill her to keep her from going to the police the minute she got back to town.

That was when Fred took over. She had both frightened him and stirred him. He would do anything she said.

Ted wasn't so easy. "You want us to take pictures of you screwing some minister? That sounds like blackmail to me," Ted said. "No thanks."

"If you don't, I go to the police," Marcy said.

"That's blackmail, too," Fred said.

"That's right," Marcy said, "take your choice!" She was chuckling at her own creativity as the buzzer on the suite's front door rang. She checked her watch: eight o'clock sharp. "You're prompt, Reverend, very prompt," she said aloud, and checked her hair and the revealing gown she wore. Then she went into the main room.

She looked around to see Ted enter the bedroom and made sure the vent to the bar was gone. Then she lowered the lights and opened the door.

"Marcy…"

"Good evening, Reverend Morris. Come in! The other two girls aren't here yet, but I'm sure they'll be along shortly. Here, let me take your coat."

She got him seated on the same sofa where she had fucked the desk clerk the day before, and brought him a soft drink.

"We have something a little stronger, if you prefer," she said.

"No… this will be fine," he said. "Now, what should I know?"

"You'll find out," she said, and excited to the bedroom.

The first outfit was a cotton, slip-over dress. As she moved in front of him, she explained that, besides the clothes, he should bear in mind that there was also a prize for the model who did the best job of showing the clothes off.

He nodded in agreement, somewhat mystified by everything she told him, but gamely trying to understand.

The second dress was very low in front, with the sides split clear up to her hips, so all of her thigh and just a suggestion of her panties showed with each step she took. Marcy thought she could see just the suggestion of perspiration on his forehead as his eyes followed every step she took.

She knew if she could get that much of a rise out of him with a dress covering most of her body, the shortie pajamas she planned next would have ten times that effect. After all, she thought, he was a man.

She was right. The bra outlined the full roundness of her breasts beneath the flimsy top. And even though there were three layers of thin material between his eyes and the dark mound of her pussy hair, she knew if he strained had enough he could make out her cunt where it nestled between her firm thighs.

He strained and she was sure he saw. He shifted in his seat and tried to pull the sweater he was wearing over the prominent bulge that had started to rise in the front of his pants.

She knew now it was only a matter of time. But, to be safe, she returned with a short skirt and a body stocking under it that snapped over her crotch. She flounced and moved around the runway in time to the music, still keeping up a little running chatter to keep him confused.

When she was sure that he was slowly sliding down in his seat in order to find out what she was wearing underneath, she stopped the chatter and started unfastening the skirt.

"A… Marcy," he said, "I don't think…"

The skirt fell away, revealing the body stocking, and stopped his speech in mid-sentence. Even though he was relieved to see that there was something under the skirt besides underwear, he still found the sight of her firm buttocks and the clearly defined ridge of her pussy erotic in the taut material.

When she reached for her crotch to undo the snaps and he failed to object, she knew he was lost. And when she started to draw the garment up over her breasts and, he slid his hand down over his own crotch, she knew the game was over.

She stood in front of him, weaving slightly, with her pelvis thrust forward. Her dark pubic hair protruded around the crotch band of her panties. Her nipples were half out of the bra as if the material couldn't contain their swollen fullness.

"Would you like to feel the material?" she said. "It's very soft, and smooth, and…" He raised his hand, but couldn't bring himself to touch her. She took the hand and ran it lightly over her breasts where the nipples were already bursting from the material. Then she slid it down across her body to the band of her panties.

She moved one of his fingers under the band until he felt the soft, curling hair. Then she released his hand and it took on a life of its own. He caressed her pussy through the material while his breath came in longer and louder gasps. He slid his fingers around the band of cloth covering her moistened slit and ran two of them inside her.

She spread her legs slightly and started removing his sweater, shirt and tie. He was hypnotized by her body and the musk rising from her seeping pussy. When she pulled the clothing from his shoulders, he merely shifted his hands on her cunt.

She kissed him on the cheeks and neck as she unfastened his belt buckle and pushed his pants and shorts down to his ankles. His cock thrust against her belly, hard and eager.

She stepped slightly away from him and slowly reached behind her. She unfastened her bra slowly, letting his eyes catch every inch of her exquisite body as she uncovered it. Huge breasts leapt from the bra, the nipples thick brown rosettes against the lighter tan of her skin. She threw the halter to join the pile of clothes on the floor.

Marcy stretched, cat-like, to take the pins one by one from her hair. Her hair smoothed in waves around her shoulders to fall down her back. By the time she had reached him, she was completely nude and already her flesh had begun to take on the flush of erotic excitement.

"This is going to be good," she whispered, "for both of us."

She wrapped her arms around his head and with a squeal of pleasure thrust one breast into his mouth. He took it, sucking it into his throat and feeling the nipple rise and scrape the roof of his mouth. Her legs whirled around his waist, climbing until she was bent double.

Her weight pushed him onto the sofa. She made a sudden lurch and her legs were over his shoulders and around his head. The soft white skin of her inner thighs caressed his cheeks, the soft curling black hair of her cunt in front of his face.

"Take it, taste it, turn me on, and I'll turn you on," she cooed.

He began using his tongue like a feather, tickling and teasing, tasting her sweetness. As he did, he felt her bending her back like an acrobatic dancer. Her cascading hair fell around his loins. Then she was there, her tongue flicking at the head of his swollen prick, circling its crown, and lapping at the length of its thick, heavy staff. Her hands cupped his balls, then his ass, kneading at the hard muscles and urging him to thrust himself into her mouth. His own head dipped and rose, savoring her juices and devouring her cunt.

They sucked at each other's bodies for only seconds but it seemed like hours. Marcy was careful to keep her body far enough away from his face so the clicking cameras could do their job.

She detected the quiver in his cock and reacted by sucking harder on the warm flesh. He knew his orgasm was almost at hand and, afraid he would shoot without her, increased the tempo of his licking and sucking. His tongue shot into her as far as possible, and just as he was about to lick her cunt's deepest point, the temperature in the moist cavity increased rapidly. Marcy's body rocked so violently, he had to grab her ass as tightly as possible. A delightful fluid came to his tongue and her body shook violently.

Marcy's orgasm may have come first, but his wasn't far behind.

She realized it and slowed the pace of her sucking. When he was sure he had calmed a little, she turned and lay flat on top of him. She pressed her stomach against his groin as she kissed him passionately on the lips. She rubbed her body against his and he pressed back.

Sitting on top of him, she clasped his hot twitching tool and stood it straight up against her cuntal opening. Then she slowly lowered herself on it, feeling herself being filled and wonderfully stretched by his stiff cock. She could hear him sucking in his breath as she tightened her cunt muscles to more firmly clasp his cock.

She moved up and down, and then twisted her hips from side to side, sometimes revolving them, giving him strange new sensations, causing him to moan and claw the sofa.

Her movements were steady, slow and sensuous. At times she could feel the thrill of intense gratification and it would make her shudder. She could see that he liked those moments because each spasm of delight she experienced caused her cunt to squeeze his cock even more tightly.

Marcy could feel her climax rising deep inside her. She could also sense that he was about ready for his, and she stopped and leaned forward, kissing him passionately, their tongues dancing and pressing together. When it seemed as though both had calmed down again, she regained her position and once again began her delicious movements until they were both perspiring and moaning. Just as their bodies were about to explode together, she stopped again.

This time she waited only a few seconds before resuming. And when she did begin again, they both immediately moved in jerking, frenzied spasms. As Marcy climaxed, she felt his hot cum spurting into her, and as her excitement subsided, she could feel the hot juice dripping out of her slit and running down between their legs.

She moved back up to straddle his face, checked the angle of the ventilator and the transom, and lowered her cunt to his mouth.

"Eat me," she said. "Eat me and suck yourself at the same time!"