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

CHAPTER SEVEN

Her father drove her to the train the following morning. When they were near the Morris house, Marcy asked him to stop for a minute. "I just want to say goodbye to them and I have a little something for Kate."

She rang the bell and Kate Morris answered.

"Why hello, Marcy, how nice to see you… won't you come in?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Morris. Is your husband home?"

"No… not right now. Did you want to see him about something?"

"No, I've already seen him. It's you I want to talk to."

"Oh? Why of course. Won't you sit down?"

Marcy sat on the sofa as Kate Morris slid into an easy chair opposite her. Marcy placed the thick packet of pictures on the coffee table between them and gently pushed them across.

"I think you'll be interested in those," Marcy said.

"Pictures?"

"Yes… open it."

Kate opened the packet and her face went white. For a moment Marcy thought she was going to faint. "My God… oh dear God, no…"

"He has a nice profile between my legs, don't you think?" Marcy said.

"You little bitch… you whoring little bitch! You seduced him, didn't you?" Kate said.

"From the way he went after me I'd say it was a lot better than what he had at home…" Marcy said. The older woman leaned forward as if she were about to dig her nails into Marcy's eyes. "Even though my father wouldn't agree with him," Marcy went on.

Kate Morris deflated like a punctured balloon. "How did you find out?"

"That isn't important, Kate. How would you like every member of the church to have a copy of those pictures?"

"You wouldn't…"

"Yes, I would… and I will, unless your husband gets a very fast change in areas… preferably very far away from here."

"But why?"

"So you can't see my father again."

"You would blackmail me to save your parents' marriage. You must love them very much and want them to stay together."

"Oh yes. I want them to stay together so they can suffer together. And I don't particularly love them, I just don't care either way. I just don't want my father to have his little toy any more."

"You're a cold little bitch, aren't you?"

"I like to think so," Marcy said.

Back in the car she and her father were silent until they had almost reached the station.

"How were the Morrises?"

"Fine," Marcy said. "Reverend Morris wasn't there, but I talked to Kate. She was very happy over her husband's transfer."

"Transfer… what transfer?"

"Oh, didn't you know, Daddy? They've been transferred from here. They're leaving very soon. Kate Morris said it couldn't have come at a better time."

Marcy stopped at school only long enough to repack her bag. She knew that before the week was out her parents would have heard about the party at Robbie's and she wanted to belong gone by the time the fireworks went off.

She took a bus and headed west, with California as her ultimate destination. In Las Vegas, she made the last of several bus changes, and found herself sitting beside Peter Lake. He was tall, with long, dark hair and a gaunt face that gave him a rather ethereal quality that intrigued her.

It was dusk when the bus, filled mostly with grumpy gamblers who had lost, pulled out of the terminal and headed for Los Angeles.

"You been ridin' a long time, Marcy?" Peter asked.

"Almost two days," she said. "It's been a drag. I'll be glad to get to L.A. I need some sleep in a real bed and a good hot bath."

"I've got a little pick-me-up here," he said, producing a bottle of wine from inside the long coat he wore.

"Fabulous," she replied, and took a drink.

While everyone else on the bus settled into sleep, they nestled down into the seat, drank the wine, and talked. It wasn't long before the wine took effect and they moved closer to each other and the talk shifted to sex.

When Peter placed his hand on her leg, Marcy moved a little and parted her knees. He moved upward a little, letting his fingers trail along the soft inner flesh of her thighs. Then he squeezed her leg and she responded by closing her legs over his hand and then opening them again.

He moved on up until he could feel the warm wetness where her legs met. She scootched further down in the seat and spread her leg as far as she could. At the same time she removed her coat and placed it over their bodies.

"You're wet," he said.

"I know," Marcy replied.

"How long's it been… for you I mean?"

"Too long," she said. "Over a week… I'm the kind of girl who likes it all the time."

He ran his hand up the back of her panties, under them and back down to the creaming lips of her pussy. Leaning his lips toward hers was all the encouragement Marcy needed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and, kissed him passionately. At the same time she hunched up and down in the seat until she had worked two of his fingers deep up into her cuntal passage.

She moaned around his tongue in her mouth and, when the kiss was broken, lay back in the seat to enjoy the thrill his probing fingers caused in her body.

Marcy maneuvered her legs until she could place her knees against the seat in front of her. Then she placed her hand over his and pulled her dress high, up to her hips. She guided his manipulations until all four of his fingers were pounding into her hole and the heel of his hand was caressing her clitoris.

"Like that?" he said.

"Yes," she moaned, "only a little faster."

She placed her hand on his thigh. His head was at her shoulder and each time her hand moved up and down his leg the deep cleavage in her dress split apart. He could see her huge breasts beneath the material. They swayed gently with the movements of her arm.

"You don't have a bra on," he sighed.

"No," she replied.

"Your tits are beautiful."

Her cunt was already burning with lust when her hand ran all the way up to his crotch and found his pulsing hard-on.

"You've got a big cock," she said. Her nimble fingers opened his fly and brought his cock into the open while she continued to ram her cunt over his hand.

With his free hand he unbuttoned the top of her dress and it fell open to her waist.

"Wait," she said, "I've got a better idea. Lay back in the seat and pull your pants down below your ass."

"What are you going to do?"

"Suck your cock," she said, "while you finger-fuck me from behind." She nestled her head under the protective coat and shifted his hand until his fingers entered her pussy from the rear.

Unbuttoning his shirt she let her tongue and lips go to work on his bare chest. The rumbling, bouncing bus seemed to bounce her head closer and closer to his cock with each jolt.

She tickled his nipples and then moved her hands down across his stomach. His eyes were closed and the slight smile on his face told her that he liked what she was doing.

Marcy began kissing him on the neck while her hands kept moving up and down his body. Soon she was kissing his chest. She could feel his whole body respond as she slowly and gently cupped his testicles in her hand. When she ran her fingertips over, that sensitive area between his testicles and anus, he spread his legs, inviting more. And she gave him more, her fingers tickling his anus and then moving back across the ridge to his balls. She was now kissing his stomach, her tongue exploring his navel. She could feel the touch of his hard cock under her chin, but she wanted to tease him to a frenzy before giving him the pleasure he was beginning to crave.

She ran her hands up and down the insides of his legs as her tongue pressed into his curly pubic hair just above the base of his cock. She could feel his elongated shaft pressing against the side of her cheek. His balls were now pulled up closer against his body, and when she tickled them, she could feel them pulling up even tighter.

"Oh Jesus… suck it before I go crazy!" he whispered.

"Soon," she replied, "soon. Pound my cunt with your finger."

Her mouth and tongue began working on the base of his upright penis. Then she lowered her kisses to his testicles. She licked them and sucked gently, taking them into her warm mouth. As she did it, she pressed her fingertip against his anus. He was arching his back slightly and beginning to breathe heavily.

She ran her tongue along the shaft of his cock nearly to the ridge, but stopped short of it. She kept doing it, kissing and licking on all of his organ except that exquisitely sensitive swollen head. She knew it was torture, but exciting torture. Her own body was responding with desire.

Finally, she couldn't wait any longer herself. Each time she reached the top of his penis her desire mounted until at last she took the head into her mouth and sucked and moved her lips back and forth over it vigorously. He was moaning, almost crying with pleasure. Her head bobbed up and down on his organ and her fingers played with his balls. She could feel his whole body tensing, readying for his orgasm.

"Oh, baby, you know how to suck! I mean it… it feels so good! Wonderful!"

The compliment spurred her on to more vigorous sucking and firmer movements. She loved the way his penis felt moving in and out of her mouth, passing between her lips. Marcy had to control her own movements more carefully now because he was thrashing about so wildly that she was afraid they would wake someone on the bus and be discovered.

Suddenly he groaned and she tasted spurt after spurt of his love juice. It filled her mouth and excited her so much that she eagerly swallowed it, savoring the hot taste, wanting more.

She came, gushing her own hot juices from her cuntal lips and flooding his hand. She continued sucking even after the last drop of his cum had rushed hotly down her throat. As his cock depleted, her sucking became more than he could stand. He lifted her head from the flaccid muscle.

"Jesus, honey, that was good," he whispered in her ear, "but take it easy. If you keep it up like that I won't be any good far a month. Did you come?"

"Yeah," she replied, persistently darting her tongue and licking his shriveled cockhead. "But I could really come good the other way."

"Whatta ya' mean?" he asked.

"I sure would like to have that in my pussy."

He was silent for a moment and then he brought her face up to his. "Listen," he said, "we're comin' up on Barstow… why don't we get off and stay the night in a motel. We can get another bus in the morning on into L.A."

"Do you think we could?"

"Sure… why not?"

"Nothing, I guess," she replied. "God, I sure would like to." She could almost feel his cock plunging up into her. "Okay… let's do it."

They registered as husband and wife and the clerk barely looked at them as he took the money and pushed the key across the counter. "Checkout time's eleven."

Inside the room they flopped on the bed and lay quietly for several moments as though, now that they were there, they didn't know how to finish what they had started on the bus.

"Jesus… I don't even know you," Marcy said. "Does it matter now?" he asked, standing by the bed and removing his clothes. His cock was hard again and it looked even bigger and thicker than Marcy had remembered.

"No," she said, smiling, "I guess it doesn't."

He began undressing her, kissing each part of her body as he bared it. Finally, when she was entirely nude and lying on the bed, he showered her body with kisses, lingering especially on her breasts and stomach. He slid his tongue all over her body, kissing and nibbling as he traveled. She couldn't wait for him to get to her clitoris.

"Down there! Please, down there!" she pleaded. He followed her instructions immediately. His tongue moved up and down her cuntal slit. She could hear and feel him sucking in her juices. He was getting closer and closer to her most sensitive spat and she moved to bring it closer to his expert tongue. Then he pressed directly on it, the pleasure forcing her body into an involuntary spasm. She couldn't believe anything could feel that good.

He kept up a steady, slow rhythm which made the sensation increasingly pleasurable. Each time his tongue pressed on her clit it was better. Marcy could feel her legs beginning to shake and her whole body squirming. She spread her legs as far as they would go and luxuriated in the magic sensations.

She could hear herself moaning uncontrollably. It was time. She was getting there. She thought her head was about to explode.

But just as she was about to be rocketed into ecstasy, he stopped. He lay on top of her and kissed her on the ear and neck, and as his lips moved over her face, she could feel his thick, hard cock slipping between her wet vaginal lips. He pressed further and further into her until his entire hot penis was inside her. She loved the feeling of him so close and inside. Then he began the exciting, rhythmic pumping. His cock moved in and out of her, producing even more intense sensations than before.

Her heels beat a soft tattoo of encouragement on the small of his back and his ass. She flexed her hips, rocking on her ass, and her full thighs gripped his waist.

She began to rotate her hips and it was as though a hot internal tongue were circling round and round his tightly gripped cock. Waves of muscle contractions rippled up and down the length of his shaft, and he could feel her hard clit, raking across the base. Her face was a mask of pleasure. Pleasure seemed to radiate from the very center of her soul.

Marcy was loving it, loving every inch of his pounding cock. She whispered in his ear. "Fuck me with it! Hurt me if you can. Tear my pussy apart with your cock!"

His hips drew back, drawing his cock from her cunt until only the head nestled lovingly between her lips. Then she, pulled on his buttocks with her hands and drove him back into her.

Vibrating quivers of inner spasms bathed his cock in gripping flesh as she came the first time and continued the writhing and bucking of her hips. She groaned her pleasure and let it spread across her face.

He plunged his cock in and out of her, springing clear from his toes to drive it deeper and deeper.

His body threw itself into a pumping galloping fuck that incited his cock to an even greater effort.

She circled his outer ear with her wet tongue and then plunged it into the ear with a warm wetness.

And then he hissed out his excitement as he felt the molten cum surge from his balls.

She sensed it and reached below her upraised ass to cup his twitching, spuming balls as they pumped her full of cum. With a gentle pressure she nudged them and he continued to come in waves of gushing sperm.

"Yes, yes," she moaned, "fill my cunt with your hot juice!"

She reached her own peak again as the last of his cum poured into her belly. She wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him to keep pumping until she could came again.

"Yes, yes… just a little longer, baby… just a little longer," she urged.

She pumped against him until a tiny scream erupted from her throat. "Oh, lover, yes… yes… I'm there!"

For long moments she was in complete rapture, totally consumed with pleasure.

They kissed, their hands wandering over the rippling skin of each other's bodies. As they fell into a deep sleep, the sun was just starting to break over the horizon.

Marcy awoke with a start. The phone was ringing right in her ear.

"Hello?" she said around the thick cottony wad in her mouth.

"Will you be staying over?" said the voice.

"What… where… oh," she said, at last realizing where she was. "No… no, we won't."

She replaced the receiver and rolled back over to wake him. He wasn't there. She looked up. The bathroom door was open and the light was off. She looked around the room. She was alone.

She looked for his clothes. They were gone. Slowly, a fear started crawling up her spine. She jumped out of bed and crossed to where her bag sat on the little aluminum cloth stand.

It was gone.

There was more than fear in her eyes and she grabbed her purse off the bureau and emptied it out on the bed. She tore at her wallet until she had it open.

It was empty.

Marcy walked a few steps between each car before turning and sticking out her thumb again. Three cars had already stopped, all men, but she had decided, after looking them over, to wait.

She thought about the previous night and for the one hundredth time that day, cursed bath her bad luck and her stupidity. He was good and the sex she had gotten from him was some of the best she'd ever experienced. But no sex was worth six hundred dollars and all her clothes.

"The son-of-a-bitch," she murmured aloud, "the least he could have done was leave me enough for breakfast." Her belly was rumbling, her head ached, and her feet were tired. She vowed never to trust anyone again and to never allow herself to be put in a position where any man could get the best of her.

A car pulled up beside her. She turned to see two young boys. The one nearest her rolled down the window.

"Tired of walkin', beautiful?" he said.

It was obvious that they were younger than she, high school students, probably. That they were younger made them less intimidating. It was even possible, though, that she was more sexually experienced than they.

"Hello," she answered with a smile.

"Where are you going?" the one closest to her asked.

"Just walking."

"Want a ride?"

"Maybe so," she said.

"Don't worry, baby, we know how to show a girl a good time. Come on over here."

She hesitated, not sure whether to comply.

"Come on," the driver urged. He seemed to be even younger than his friend. "Let's get to know each other."

She was ready to get into the car. Then the driver made a comment that stopped her. It was the same comment that she had heard from two of the other drivers that had pulled over to pick her up. "If you're worded, baby, we can afford it," he said.

"Yeah," his friend piped in, "we got ten bucks apiece."

That did it. She might be alone, broke and hitchhiking on the road. But if she was going to fuck, it was going to be for fun, not for money. Of that she was determined. If she became a prostitute and took money, then she would in truth become what her mother said all girls who enjoyed sex were… common whores.

To become a whore wasn't what she had run away for. She wanted to be free to do what she wanted, when she wanted to do it.

"No thanks," she said, and started to walk again. The car moved along beside her. "What's the matter, honey? Our money not good enough for you?"

"That's not it," she said, keeping her eyes straight ahead.

"Bullshit… you ain't out here hitchin' because you want a ride."

"You think you're worth more than any other hooker around here, baby?"

The car got closer and closer to her leg. She continued to walk. She knew they were insulted by her rejection and she could also sense that they were getting angrier by the minute. Finally, she stopped and whirled on them.

"Look, I don't want to get into the car with you, and I don't want any sex with you. Now will you just get the hell…"

The door flew open, slamming into her belly and throwing her into the ditch by the roadside. One of the boys was on her in a second, pummeling her face and body with his fists. She could taste the blood in her mouth and her rib cage felt like it was caving in.

She went limp and felt herself being dragged back up the short incline toward the car.

Then there were other voices. She heard something hard hit flesh and the hand that held her let go. She rolled a little way back down the bill and came to rest with her back against a large rock.

She looked back toward the car and saw two women beating on the boy. One of them looked like she was using the handle of a jack. Strange, Marcy thought, pretty aggressive for a woman.

Their clothing was also very odd.

She shook her head, trying to clear it, and looked again. To her amazement, she realized that the two women who had come to her rescue were nuns. She closed her eyes to ease the pain in her head, and from the distance, the words coming from the women became clear: "You little prick! You son-of-a-bitch!"

"Get back in that car, you Goddam shit, and don't try any more of your fuckin' games out here, or we'll really beat the shit out of you!"

That was pretty heavy language, Marcy thought, for a couple of nuns.

Then she lapsed into unconsciousness.