"Marcy in heat" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cannon Jason)

CHAPTER FOUR

Robbie Hart and his parties were famous in the town. There was usually a lot of booze, a lot of pot, and always a lot of screwing. Even in high school, Robbie loved to invite the more liberal, swinging students to his home when his parents were gone. Usually his parents found out about it but they never seemed to care. It was rumored that they liked to swing themselves, so they rarely clamped down on their son.

In high school Marcy wouldn't have been caught dead at one of Robbie's parties. Just one time there for a girl, and she wad branded for life in the town. The parties often got so wild and rowdy that the police were called. Rarely did anything come of it, because Robbie's father had so much wealth and power.

"Well, I'll be dipped in shit."

"Hello, Robbie," Marcy said, moving into the hall while he held the door for her.

"Hello, hello, hello. This is not the Marcy Whalen I once knew," he said, putting his arm around her waist and guiding her into the living room.

"Like I told you on the phone," Marcy said, smiling, "same shell… different contents."

"I think you know everybody," Robbie said. "Grace and Bob, Sherry and Will, Toni and Sam… and this is Wilma Dale."

"Hi," Marcy said all around.

"Watch Wilma," Robbie said, "she drinks a lot."

People generally milled around, talking and listening to music. Marcy had a drink and watched some of them dance. She danced twice herself with Sam and Robbie. All in all the party seemed a little dull. Some of the couples did some minor petting on one of the three sofas, but Marcy had seen no one head for one of the five bedrooms she knew the house contained.

She was almost certain the party was going to be a colossal bore and her purpose for the evening – that word would get back to her parents that she had attended one of Robbie's orgies – would be a failure.

She had just about decided to pack it in and go home when one girl he didn't know, Wilma Dale, slid onto the bar stool beside her.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi, yourself," Marcy replied. The girl was very drunk. She was barely able to get all the liquid from her glass into her mouth when she took a drink.

"I'm Wilma Dale."

"Yes, I know," Marcy replied, moving her legs away from the area of the girl's glass.

"You're from around here, aren't you?"

"Yes," Marcy said, "I went to school with most of them. You're not?"

"Nah. Robbie brought me down from school. He thought I'd probably put some life in his parties." She hiccuped and took another drink. "I probably will." She threw her head back and laughed. "You like to fuck?"

Marcy was a little taken aback, but then she thought of why she was there. "I love to fuck."

"So do I… I wonder how come nobody is fuckin'?"

"I don't know," said Marcy, suddenly realizing that the room behind her had suddenly gotten very quiet.

"I like to eat pussy… oh, I like to fuck a cock too… but I really like to eat pussy. Don't get me wrong… I'm not a lesbian, or maybe I am… no, I couldn't be, 'cause I like to have a cock up my cunt… but I dearly love suckin' on a wet pussy."

Marcy just nodded. This, she hadn't quite expected. She could feel all the eyes in the room focused on her and Wilma Dale.

Wilma continued talking to herself, to Marcy, and, it seemed, to the room in general.

"I think it's all right if two girls want to make it with each other," Wilma said, her speech slurring the more she drank. "There's nothin' wrong with that. It's just another way of having fun out of sex. Right?"

"It's a little kinky," Marcy said.

"I suppose it can be, but not necessarily. If a girl can only have sex with other girl's… well, then she's kind of in trouble. I mean, she's limited herself in what she can do. She would get much more enjoyment if she could make it with guys, too, right? But if she can make it with guys, then there's nothing wrong with adding some spice by having sex with other girls, too. Right?"

Wilma paused, and Marcy heard someone in the room behind her whisper loudly, "Here we go… Wilma's off and running."

"You have nice tits," Wilma said, leaning over and pulling Marcy's blouse out so she could see all the way down her front. "Big fuckin' tits. I've got little tits… but nice. I'll show you." Wilma set her drink on the bar and pulled her sweater up, over her head, and off. She threw it on the floor and took a deep breath, thrusting her breasts outward as far as they would go. "See? Not very big, but nice nipples… don't you think?"

"Very nice," Marcy said, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable and wondering what was going on.

Then Robbie appeared behind them. "Nice tits, Wilma. Is your pussy as nice?" he said.

"You bet your ass it is," Wilma replied.

"Let's see your pussy," Robbie said.

"Yeah, Wilma," Bob said, from the sofa across the room where his hand was hidden beneath Grace's skirt. "Let's see what you're so proud of."

Marcy didn't really know what to think of it all, but she did know that finally something was starting. But what happened amazed even her.

Wilma crawled up to her knees on the stool and from there to the bar. Someone turned the stereo up until the music seemed to blare from every corner of the room. Wilma threw back her head and started to dance. Then she started to mumble. That turned into shouted curses that could be heard clearly above the pounding music.

"Dammit, I know I'm gonna get laid! I know there's a man in here somewhere who can handle all I got… 'cause I'm the best… everybody loves Wilma's pussy!"

She stomped on the bar and waved her arms as she danced. Everyone moved toward the bar in anticipation.

"All right… all right!" she shouted, her voice thick with drink. "If this is an orgy, let's get with it!"

So saying, she slithered out of her skirt and kicked it as far as possible across the room. Her tits swung in a long rolling arc from side to side as she bent her knees, leaned backward, and began undulating her hips in wild, abandoned movements. She wore only mesh hose, and black heels. The dark triangle of her moistened cunt glistened against the white of her skin. "Somebody… somebody do me right now! Here!"

She dropped back to the bar and threw her legs high and widespread into the air. "Somebody do me! Isn't there a man around here? Somebody fuck me!"

She began a furious kicking with her legs, making the white globes of her ass bounce provocatively on the bar as she squeezed her tits into two peaks.

Pandemonium broke out as if Wilma's actions had been the triggering catalyst everyone needed. The three boys, Bob Will and Sam, had their clothes off in seconds. They picked Wilma's writhing body up in their arms and carried her to a mound of pillows on the floor.

Her skin already glistened with perspiration. Bob faced her and drove his cock into her cunt while Sam attacked her asshole with his huge organ. The hips of both boys started thrusting wildly.

Will settled his hips in front of her face. With a steady hand, he guided his long, rigid cock, its tiny slit oozing droplets of cum, toward Wilma's unresisting lips.

Grace, Sherry, and Toni stood over the group undressing. When they were nude, they found some way to wedge themselves into the group so their eager pussies could find the boys' mouths.

"There's always room for one more," Robbie said, standing beside Marcy.

"Let's watch," she said, her eyes riveted on the writhing bodies.

"Does that excite you?" Robbie asked, dropping one arm, over her shoulder and running his hand into the front of her dress.

"It sure does," Marcy replied, dropping her hand and squeezing his bulging cock through his tight pants.

All three of the men were now at a fever pitch of white-hot excitement. Each of their cock-thrusts extended further than the last, and pounded harder into the various objects of their desire.

Wilma jerked her head back off the head of Will's cock to shout, "Now, everyone, now… faster… faster, fuck faster! DON'T STOP!"

They all complied. And then, as if on signal, all three men came together into the waiting girl. Her mouth, her ass and the fiery slit of her cunt were all filled at once with the hot streams of white-hot fluid from the pulsating cocks. Their orgasms seemed to go on and on as their bodies jerked in spasms of ecstasy.

"What do you like, Marcy?" Robbie said.

"Everything," she replied.

"Boy, you have changed," he said, reaching for her crotch.

"Let's get naked," she said, jumping off the stool, "I want to suck your cock."

His hands were all over her as she removed her skirt and blouse. His technique of caressing soon had her squirming in his arms and she unhooked her bra. She could feel her nipples hardening and beginning to throb and she could hardly wait for him to uncover them.

When his finger touched her sensitive breasts, Marcy cuddled against his body. As his hands ran up and down her inner thighs, she reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Immediately she ran his zipper down and her hand darted in.

Touching his cock thrilled her, and as it grew, she marveled at the tremendous change. "It always excites me to feel a hard-on build. It's fantastic, just fantastic!"

"Keep playin' with it, Marcy," he groaned. "The more you play with my cock, the bigger it gets."

As his cock filled with hot blood, Robbie started to paw at her panties. He pulled them down. She lifted her ass toward him, and the panties slid to the rug. The thick crop of hair between her legs started to shake and he continued to fondle her thighs.

"Oh shit, I want it," Marcy said.

"What do you want?" Robbie said, stepping away from her and taking off the rest of his clothes.

"I want your cock," she said, her eyes closed, her body swaying.

"You don't want to tease, like you used to?" he said.

"No?"

"You want fucked?"

"Yes."

"And you want to suck?"

"Yes," she replied, opening her eyes and meeting his stare. "I want to suck it and feel the cream go down, deep down inside my throat."

"What else?"

"I want you to suck my clit, drain my cunt dry with your mouth."

He looked down. His cock was standing rigid from its mound of dark hair. He smiled, took the shaft in his hand and ran the skin slowly back and forth.

She moved to him, holding her breasts before her like two purple-tipped globes. She bunched them together with her hands so the huge nipples stood out like projectiles. He buried his head in their softness and twisted from side to side in order to gain the full effect of their tremendous size.

"Swallow them, Robbie. Take them all!"

She pushed one into his mouth, squeezing it out to flatten across his face. He responded by sucking loudly on her offering. Then she grabbed his rigid, throbbing cock with both her hands.

"Oh God, what a cock," she sighed. "What a hard-on, and it's all for me!"

He lay back and watched the rapture on her face while she alternately covered and uncovered the huge tip of his prick, using both her hands. She pulled it to one aide and then watched it stand back, straight up, when she released it.

He returned to the attack on her ample breasts. Slowly, his tongue flicking like an impatient serpent, he moved his head down, over the erect nipples, across her flat belly, out across the expanse of her smooth hips. Gently, he moved across the thighs, coaxing until they parted. He let his hands roam at will over the silkiness of her skin. Finally, he reached her most sensitive part, and burrowed in among the hairs to the moist warm slit until little moans of ecstasy came from her throat.

His face was between her delicious thighs. Marcy was bent over him, her knees straddling his head, her face above his crotch.

"Ohhhh," she sighed. "You know how, lover-boy… you do know how."

Unable to contain herself, she traced the same path with her lips on his willing body. She played with her tongue, touching all sides of his cock, until he could stand it no longer. He locked his legs, reached one hand to the back of her head, and thrust to the limit into her face. Again and again he did it, stifling her moans and filling her throat with his cock.

Suddenly his own ministrations began to take effect, and while controlling his own passion as best he could, he buried his face deeply in the pit of liquid fire between her soft white thighs.

"Ohhh, yes, yes, now you too, lover, you too!" she shouted, her face contorted around the head of his cock, her hips gyrating against his face.

As if to emphasize her words, she grabbed his ass, digging her nails deeply to urge him to longer and harder thrusts between her lips.

Both their bodies glistened with perspiration. Writhing flesh lost all form, and the room seemed to take on an iron-hard glow that matched the pure tire of their lust. Groans came from both their throats as the moment of ecstasy arrived, and they met it at the same time. He buried his face in her cunt as she swallowed spurt after spurt of his hot, creamy cum.

They rolled away from each other, their passion only momentarily satiated. Marcy, caught up in the pleasure of the delicious sixty-nine with Robbie, had forgotten about the other people in the room.

When she rolled away from him, she found herself beneath the dark-haired boy, Bob. He smiled down at her, a huge hard-on in his hand.

"This will fill up more of that sweet pussy than a tongue will," he said.

"Let's see," she said, and smiled, raising her arms toward his lowering body.

When he placed his body between her legs, she closed them and dug her heels into the thick rug beneath them. The pressure on her feet helped raise her ass and aided in his penetration.

"You wanna suck it first, Marcy?" he asked.

"No," she said. "I want it in me. Shove it up my cunt!"

"You got it, baby!" he said. He poised above her body. With the barrel of his cock in his hand he gauged her slit until he felt the head squeeze between the lips and into her hole.

"That's it, baby, ain't it?"

"You son-of-a-bitch," she said between clenched teeth. "That's why I'm under you. Give it to me!" The outburst surprised even her, but he really had turned her on. She wanted his cock in her.

She pulled his head down to her and welded her lips to his, sucking the very life from his hardened tongue. Her breasts were crushed to his heaving chest. Their two bodies came together until she could feel his swollen tip of his cock at her wet, hairy cuntlips.

"Put it in! Shove it inside me! Fuck me with it! Now, now… hurry! I want it now… do it to me!"

Her body became a writhing, convulsing torrent of passion as she grasped his cock and forced the head into her gaping hole. Her soft folds seemed to grasp and caress his cock all at the same time.

She felt it delving into her cunt, slowly, inch by inch. Grunting with effort, she gave a surging thrust with her hips and felt his full length slide into her soaking sheath.

"Yes… oh my God!" he gasped. "You got it all, baby!"

"I know," she groaned. "It's good meat. It's good! I think I'm coming already, but don't stop! Oh God, don't stop!"

"Take it, baby, take it! Pound those hips up to me!" he panted as he looked down between them and saw the long hardness of his soaking shaft disappear inside the sucking, clawing folds of her pussy.

"Ohhh, shit!" she yelled as she felt all of him driving away at her. He had a big cock and he knew how to use it. "Pound me… faster, faster, harder!" Her body became a fleshy, passion driven spring that drove her hips eagerly to meet his strokes much faster than he had expected.

"Easy… easy," he said, but she wouldn't stop.

Her head rolled and twisted from side to side on the floor. Her hair flew around both, of their shoulders as her sharp nails dug into his buttocks, driving his cock ever deeper into her warm cunt.

The fucking Marcy was getting became even more exciting when she looked around the room and saw all the naked bodies.

A short distance across the room, Sherry was lying flat on her back with her legs spread wide apart. Sam was lying on his stomach with his face pressed hard against her cunt. The girl was moving her hips slowly and gasping as his head moved vigorously between her legs and his tongue gouged into her pussy. Marcy could hear his licking and sucking. It sounded wet and juicy and made her pound her own pussy harder and harder over Bob's hard cock.

On her other side, on one of the couches, Toni was on top of Will. Marcy tried to remember if they had come together. And then she remembered that she hadn't come with Bob, yet he was now fucking her for all he was worth. Marcy almost laughed when she thought that the atmosphere had gotten so heady with sex that she had forgotten that this was an orgy… everybody fucked and sucked everybody!

Toni's legs were on either side of Will's hips and she was creating all the motion. Her ass moved up and down and back and forth as she kissed him on the neck and face. He lay there passively, breathing heavily and enjoying the pleasure she was giving him.

Suddenly Marcy heard Sherry scream, and rolled her head back in time to see the girl come.

"Suck… oh suck my cunt!" Sherry shouted, bucking her ass violently up off the floor. Sam started sucking and licking at her cunt like a wild man. "Yeah… that's it… more, harder, harder oh shit, I'm there!"

Sherry moved wildly, bucking her hips and flailing her arms. And then suddenly she was still.

"That was great, Sammy honey," she said in a soft whisper. "Now let me do you."

Marcy's own body was going crazy. Her fleshy ass slapped the floor and then rammed upward to drive her cunt over Bob's plunging cock.

He raised his body from hers, trying to pull himself slightly away. "Easy, honey, I'm comin'. Oh shit, I can't stop it!"

She came with him, feeling the warm, sticky fluid flowing in great spurts against the very back of her curd. It felt as though she were swimming in his cum.

She was still pounding her hips against Bob and rubbing her clit up and down his cock when Robbie came to life beside her. He rolled toward her face and placed the head of his cock on her lips.

"Honey," he said, "that was about the best blow job I've ever had. Would you care to do it again so I won't think the first time was just a dream?"

As he rolled over and straddled her face, Marcy felt Bob's limp cock leave her cunt. She had had enough for a while and was about to close her mouth and roll her head away from Robbie's thickening prick when she felt someone else between her legs.

Marcy looked around Robbie's body and saw Wilma Dale's head between her legs. "What the hell…?" she said.

"It's Wilma," Robbie said. "She's gonna eat you just like you're gonna eat me."

Marcy had never had a woman go down on her and she didn't know if she wanted one to. She was about to object, when she felt Wilma begin to carefully run her tongue and lips up and down the delicate flesh on the insides of her quivering thighs.

Instead of objecting, Marcy only moaned softly as this new pleasure began to filter up her backbone. The moans turned into little cries of pleasure as Wilma's lips found their way to Marcy's hot cuntlips.

Wilma found what she was looking for and, with a low grunt, settled her face into Marcy's pussy. She began to suck steadily and gently, sending electric shocks of joy up into Marcy's stomach.

Robbie gently lifted Marcy's head so his heavily throbbing cock was in a direct line with her parted lips.

He inched his loins forward slightly until the trembling tip of his cock brushed teasingly over her lips. A groan escaped his mouth as the delightful sensation shot back up to his loins. Pushing forward again, he slowly forced the pulsating head down between her warm, eager lips.

She licked the heavy masculine-tasting smoothness. She could feel him jerking back and forth whenever she touched the sensitive swollen tip of his cockhead.

So he had liked it the first time, huh? Marcy thought. Well, this time he was going to wish he'd passed.

She was going to suck him until he pleaded with her to stop, until his sperm-laden balls were drained. She intended to lick him until he screamed and groaned with sexual pain and tension.

Marcy's mouth went wild on the head of his cock. A groan bubbled from his lips. White, sticky cum cascaded into her throat. He spent all he thought he had and Marcy continued to suck until he crumbled. And still she sucked. And still he came, the hot fiery spray of sperm splashing hotly into the back of her throat.

Murmurs of joy flowed from her cock-filled mouth as she gulped gluttonously, sputtering and choking in an effort to swallow every drop of the fluid.

She continued to suck on him persistently, even after his orgasm had passed, while Wilma licked more hungrily now up between her wide-splayed thighs, shoving her strong tongue deep inside Marcy's rhythmically pulsating cunt.

Robbie pulled himself off her face and Marcy flipped her body around until her face was in Wilma's pussy. She jammed her face between the woman's thighs and found her cuntlips with a willing tongue. Slowly, carefully, she ran her tongue up and down, up and down the oozing slit. Then she tickled the hairs around the puckered pink anus, letting a tiny bit of saliva slip from her tongue onto the crevice. When Wilma groaned in pleasure, Marcy parted the girl's asscheeks further and slipped her tongue between them. The tip and then the thickness of her tongue went far into Wilma's asshole, sending the woman into body wrenching spasms of joy.

Wilma was going crazy. She used her tongue to further pry the lips of Marcy's pussy apart. A flash of pink and a small trickling of milky cum dripped down into the crevice of her buttocks. She saw how the lips were thick and swollen lips and felt Marcy twitch in anticipation. Forcing the pussy open further, she saw the second layer of cuntlips folded out to receive her stinging kisses. While she kissed Marcy's cunt, Wilma ran her hands up and down the inner thighs, testing their softness, patting the soft cheeks of the other girl's ass.

Marcy went wild. She twisted her body until she was on top of Wilma, her legs over the girl's shoulders, her pussy jammed against her face. She could see Wilma's tongue leaping at her pussy, the girl's head twisting from side to side, licking at the center of her cunt.

"Ohhhh, baby, ohhh, just a little bit more!" Marcy screamed.

"Give it to me! Pour all that cum into my mouth!" Wilma urged. "Show me how much you like me to suck your cunt!"

The words set off a hundred charges in Marcy's mind. She went off. She bucked and twisted, spreading her legs even farther apart and mashing her cunt into Wilma's eager face, feeling the licking, darting tongue push like a cock deep into her gushing hole. Her cum poured out of her pussy, running down her legs as Wilma lapped it up eagerly and gulped for more.

Finally, completely spent, Marcy collapsed.