Chapter 8
Marcy awoke with sunlight streaming into her eyes through an open window. Outside she could see the desert rolling as far as the eye could see, until it became mountains and then blue sky.
The bed was clean, with freshly laundered sheets and a thin comforter. Beneath the sheets she was nude, and her body ached with bruises. When she moved, her head hurt worse. She touched it and found it swathed in a thick cumbersome bandage.
The door opened. "Oh, you're awake. Good... think you can eat some soup?"
"A...I guess. Come to think of it, I am hungry."
She was dressed in black, like a nun's habit, Marcy thought, only it was different. The cut was stylish, almost sexy, as it hugged her thin waist and full, flaring hips. Her breasts weren't large but the cut of the bodice accentuated them and drew attention to their firmness. The nipples had been activated into hardness by the friction of the material and they stood out prominently.
Marcy thought it strange that she wore no bra, then she remembered the language she had heard just before she had passed out.
The woman placed the tray across Marcy's lap and fluffed the pillows behind her. She tenderly held Marcy's head so the girl could slide up to a hitting position behind the tray. As she did, the sheet slipped down and her breasts spilled over the top to sway, naked, above the tray.
"Oh," Marcy said, pulling the sheet up to cover them.
"What's the matter?"
"Is there a robe or something. . . ?" Marcy stammered.
"What for?" she said, smiling at Marcy's embarrassment. "Are you afraid of showing your breasts? You shouldn't be. . . they're beautiful."
Marcy's mouth dropped open as the woman pulled the sheet down from Marcy's breasts and cupped one in her hand. She was even more surprised when the woman leaned her head close and tenderly darted her tongue around the pink nipple.
Marcy's body shook. She didn't understand and she started to say so.
"Don't talk now . . . eat! I'll be back."
Marcy devoured all the food on the tray and immediately went back to sleep. She awoke to find the room in semidarkness and the nun sitting on the bed beside her.
Only now she wasn't a nun. She was a beautiful girl, not too many years older than Marcy, and she was naked. She was also running her hands all over Marcy's body beneath the sheet.
Marcy started to sit up but a hand on each of her breasts gently pushed her back. "Relax... you're probably still a little shaky. This will relax you. According to your driver's license, your name is Marcy. Right?"
"Ye... yes," Marcy stammered.
"I'm Beth," she replied. "And the other girl with me when we found you getting beat up by those two bastard pricks is Norma."
"But . . . but I thought . ."
"What?"
"I thought you were nuns," Marcy said, unable to keep her body still under the expertly massaging hands.
"In a way we are," Beth replied. "You might call us Black Collar Nuns. . . and if we worship anything, it's the body, and each other."
"You mean.. . sex?" Marcy said, her mind going back to Bruce Moran and what he had said about the church he wanted to build.
"Yes.. ." Beth said, "sex. Do you like sex, Marcy?"
"Yes. . ." Marcy replied, spreading her legs as the other girl's fingers probed at the soft lips of her pussy. "I thought you did," Beth said, "or I wouldn't have undressed and started something like this so soon. You see, that's all you talked about in your sleep. Does that feel good. . . my fingers up in you like that?"
"Yes. . . Oh God, yes it does," Many replied.
"Do you feel like making love, Marcy? Does your head hurt too much?"
"No.. . it only hurts a little and.. . and what you're doing down there feels so good."
"You're very lovely," Beth said, crawling under the sheet and stretching out beside Marcy. "Your pussy feels warm and inviting." She opened her thighs over Marcy's leg and settled the damp furriness of her own wet pussy down over the girl's flesh. It felt like a hot brand on Marcy's leg and she immediately started rubbing against the other girl.
"I love your breasts," Beth said.
"Suck on them if you want to," Marcy replied.
"You've made love with a woman before, haven't you, Marcy?"
"Once," Marcy said, thinking of the brief session with Wilma Dale. "But not for very long... well, it was with a man at the same time.
"Then you've got a treat coming," Beth said, running her hand again between Marcy's thighs and deftly inserting two fingers deep in her vaginal opening. Juices welled from it and ran into the girl's palm.
Marcy swayed and moaned beneath her. If she had any doubts about the total thrill of receiving love from another woman, they were quickly dispelled by the quick dartings of Beth's tongue inside her mouth, and the fiery friction of the fingers in her pussy.
Marcy clutched the other girl's body to her own, so that her own magnificent breasts mashed against the smaller ones and the heat from both their nipples surged through their bodies.
"You're really hot, aren't you?" Beth said.
"Yes... oh yes I am," Marcy replied, rubbing her thigh harder against Beth's seething pussy.
"Yea," Beth said, "you're going to like it heft... you're going to fit right in."
Marcy didn't know what Beth meant but, at that moment, she didn't care. The finger in her cunt seemed to be burning a hot trail up her channel and her mind was buzzing with lust as she felt the warm tip of a tongue caress her inner ear.
"Oh, now!" Marcy cried as she felt Beth's warm, soft body cover hers and the other girl's hair-covered pubic bone press into her clitoris. She arched her back and matched Beth's movements with her eyes shut tightly in passion and her nails raking the other girl's buttocks.
Suddenly, Beth had stopped. She had straightened her arms and now hovered above Marcy, looking down at her breasts where they spread out, completely covering her chest.
"Oh, fuck me!" Marcy begged, encircling the other girl's neck with her anus. "Fuck me with your tongue. . . suck me! Rub me off with your pussy... do anything you want to do!"
"You're beautiful," Beth said, and moved her head downward until it was buried between Marcy's silky thighs.
Her tongue probed lovingly between the moist lips as her hands kneaded her breasts and ran like tickling feathers over her heaving hips and throbbing thighs.
Marcy lifted her buttocks from the bed and Beth grasped her hips at the same time, pulling the hungry pussy closer and closer against her mouth. Beth sank her hot tongue into Marcy's body, then withdrew it slowly, only to sink it in again, deeper and deeper.
Marcy moaned and writhed in ecstasy as the other girl sucked and licked until she thought her pussy would be turned inside out. "More.. . more like that," she moaned. "It feels like you're sucking the soul from my body."
Yes, oh yes. Beth thought as she felt the hot body beneath her erupt in orgasm. That's exactly what I'm doing... sucking the very soul from your beautiful body!
In less than a week Marcy was up and around. She felt wonderful. The strength was back in her body and there was something about the place that made her feel as though, at last, she had found what, she was looking for... freedom to do whatever she wanted to do, whenever she wanted to do it.
The night after Beth had made love to her, Norma had done the same. On the third night, both girls had come to her, and she had loved their cunts with the same passion they had showered on her.
By the last evening of her convalescence, she had not tired of the girl-to-girl lovemaking, but she had begun to desire a man. Beth and Norma seemed to read her thoughts when Marcy asked them if there were only girls in the camp.
Beth only smiled and reassured her that there were also men. . . many men. That night, after a particularly wild session between the three girls, Beth and Norma silently climbed back into their robes and left the room.
A few minutes later, a man in a large dark robe entered her room. She was frightened because she couldn't see his... she knew it was a man because of his huge bulk. Her fears were calmed when he approached the bed and spoke to her in a deep, soft voice that seemed to have a hypnotic effect on her.
"Marcy?"
"Yes."
"I am Jason."
"You are as beautiful as the sisters have told me, Marcy."
"Thank you."
"Are you afraid?"
"I don't think so," she said, and gasped in awe as he shrugged the cloak from his shoulders and stood naked before her in the dim light.
He was unbelievably handsome, with long, golden hair that nearly reached his shoulders. His chest was nearly hairless and heavily muscled, as was the rest of his tall frame.
Standing straight out from the golden hair at his groin was the biggest, hardest cock Marcy had ever seen. It was as thick as her wrist and the throbbing head at the end of the shaft was as round as her fist.
She automatically reached for it and he took a few steps closer to the bed. She grasped the heavy barrel and bent it downward even with his tremendous height and her lying flat on the bed, the spent-dripping cockhead nearly touched her lips.
Marcy wrapped both her hands around the barrel, near the hilt. She moved her hands forward until the skin flowed over the knob and the flew crown disappeared. She released the pressure and the big head popped back into view, the staff behind now much harder and swelling to its full length before her mesmerized gaze.
Her cunt started to tingle as she watched the veins stand out in his cock as if they were talking to her, urging her to play with it some more. The more Marcy wrestled with his cock and the harder it got, the less she could keep her body still.
He put his arms around her neck and pulled her beautiful face toward him. His kiss was like fire as his tongue found hers in quick, darting movements. She returned the kiss with her own, probing and searching his mouth, tasting its desire.
"What a beautiful cock," she sighed, rubbing the head around her navel.
"What a beautiful body," he replied. "You've got the kind of a body that can take a lot of cock, Marcy."
She moved her body against his, losing herself in the rapture of desire. His skin rippled under her touch, as her fingers moved across the well-muscled shoulders and down to the small of his back. He kissed each part of her body. She answered his touch with slow ripples of her skin that told him he was driving her near the same peak of passion.
He rocked back on his haunches to look at her beautiful body, his cock dangling right at the opening to her muff. She raised her hips as if she could suck the huge shaft into her with just the pressure of her need. Her eyes were glazed as she looked up at him and smiled.
"Do anything," she said, "anything you want!"
He took her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Gently, he moved his head between her thighs, kissing her soft skin. Wider and wider he spread her legs, until, at last, he felt the soft, wiry pubic hair on her nest tickle his chin and lips. He probed with his tongue, tasting her juices. She moved in a spasm of pleasure, thrusting her wet cunt upward to his face.
He rocked his head from side to side, matching the rhythm of her hips. His tongue became a fork of hot flame shooting through her body. He did everything just exactly right. She was lost in the lust of the moment but she sensed his ability to stay absolutely cool while he was eating her cunt
"Suck it, suck it!" she cried. She arched her back, driving her hips against him, grinding her wet mass of matted cunt hair into his face to attain the full extent of pleasure from his probing tongue. "Yes, now," she gasped, "I'm coming!"
She raised her legs, freeing her ankles from his grasp, and locked her thighs around his head. Tighter and tighter she squeezed and then she relaxed with a long, wailing cry.
"Now fuck me!" she said. "Let me feel that big hunk inside me!"
He rubbed the head of his cock against her, up and down the soggy slit. Then he sank his fingers into her dampness, working expertly, increasing her need and her passion again.
Her nostrils caught the mesmerizing scent of her own spunk coming from between her legs. Her belly was smooth as velvet as she hunched up against his. He thrust, and she cried out in pleasurable pain as she felt him enter her in a long, smooth movement.
She threw her hips upward, arching her back and sending her splayed-open cunt up to meet his driving cock. Deeper and deeper into her he went. Her mind reeled. Her breath came fast and heavy.
"More, MORE! All of it! Give me all of it! Oh, God, what a cock!" She begged him aver and over to pound his meat into her cunt. "Come!" she shouted. "Come with me!"
He drove deep inside her and ground his pubic bone against hers. The juices from her cunt poured out around his cock and balls as her pent-up release let go. Then he felt her passionate release carry her above and beyond fulfillment. She added to her own pleasure by again arching herself toward him, grinding her hips against him, taking all of him, swallowing his cock in her hot slit, trying to get him off with her.
She came until her body seemed racked with pain. She fell back and watched him slowly withdraw his huge cock from her cunt.
"You didn't come," she said. "I'm sorry. Keep fucking me until you do if you want to."
"I like to come another way," he said, rolling her body over. He had spoken between clenched teeth, and his voice was no longer soothing.
"What are you doing?" Marcy cried.
"Teaching you obedience," he said. "Obedience is very important here. . . and obedience to Jason is mandatory. Now raise your ass!"
"Oh no... NO!" she cried. "I can't. . . you're way too big! I can't!"
"You will," he said, striking her hard across the ass with the flat of his hand. "It is part of the obedience."
First he spread her legs and then the cheeks of her ass. Then he pressed his finger into her tight, puckered asshole and wiggled it. She squirmed more from surprise than pain. She had been fucked this way before but never by a monster as big as
Jason. She was frying to dither away again when his hands became vises on her hips, drawing her back into him. Then she felt the monstrous cockhead at her asshole.
Marcy couldn't believe that he actually meant to do it. And what in the world, she thought, was all this crap about obedience?
Jason reached around and clasped her breasts. Feeling his hands on her tits aroused her and distracted her a bit from his pressing against her anus. As he worked on her breasts, his hard penis moved forward against her hole until she felt a sharp pain. He was actually spreading her asshole open!
She could feel his body tensing as he strained harder. Suddenly the pain was excruciating. His cockhead had popped through her sphincter muscle. When she tightened her anus she could feel his thick round prick inside her. She could also feel his perspiration dripping on her shoulder and hear his excited breathing. Slowly he showed the long, swollen length of his hardened rod into her ass. She could feel it as it moved deeper into her. The pain was intense.
"Oh, Jason, stop! It buns so much!"
"Quiet!"
He began pumping into her, pulling his cock out to the head, which he was careful not to let slip out, and then sliding it back in.
She wanted him to stop. It hurt and was the weirdest feeling she had ever experienced. When he began increasing his tempo and pumping harder, it hurt more than ever, and she couldn't help but emit little sounds of pain. But it seemed as though Jason was in his own world, oblivious to her discomfort. He was groaning into her ear and his whale body WES shaking.
As he slid his cock in and out of her, she lifted her ass to meet his driving organ. She wanted to make him come and end the torture he was inflicting on her body. Also, the thought entered her mind that he was now more excited than before, when he had fucked her cunt Then he had been like a machine, instead of a lover. That thought jolted her.
"That's it! That's it!" he said. "It feels good, doesn't it? Fuck back! Fuck back! Fuck back on my hot cock! That's it! Ohhhhhh!"
Jason took her buttocks in his hands and moved her back and forth so that her body was moving as fast as his.
He filled her completely from the rear, jamming his huge organ into her, ripping at her tender flesh and filling her belly with his cream. Her face was jammed into the mattress until she could hardly breathe. That, plus the intense pain coupled to cause a crazy whining sensation in her brain.
Just before she passed out, she felt his weight lift from her body and his words as he opened the door: "You will obey.. . like all the others. Marcy, you will obey!"
The next morning Marcy felt used and worn out, but her spirits were lifted when Beth brought her some clothes and told her that she was well enough to leave her bed.
Norma joined them and they made a tour of the whole camp. Marcy was amazed. It was like a city, complete within itself, clear out in the desert. Beth explained that they had over, fifty brothers and sisters, and more coming all the time.
"But I don't understand," Marcy said. "How do you live?"
"Under Jason's guidance. We grow much of our own crops, and then, of course, there are those of us who were very wealthy when we came here. All our previous wealth is given to Jason. He is brilliant. He makes good investments that help support us."
"And then there are the gifts," Norma added.
"Gifts... you mean, people give you money?" Marcy asked, dumbfounded.
"Oh yes," Norma continued. "There are people who love sex and who believe as we do, but they haven't the courage to leave the outside world. They can only came here and enjoy our freedom now and then."
"And when they do, they leave gifts for us with Jason," Beth said.
"You mean they come here and get fucked when they get the urge?" Marcy said.
"No! It's not like that at nil. We all give our bodies," Norma said, a dreamy light in her eyes.
"And Jason collects the money," Marcy said. "You know, that's little more than prostitution."
Beth's arm whipped out like a striking snake and slapped Marcy across the face. "That's a lie!"
"How do you figure?" said Marcy, her own anger rising. "If some ugly, fat slob comes up here for a weekend and Jason tells you to fuck him. . . don't tell me you do it."
"Of course I do it," Beth replied, her face crimson. "I obey.. . it's the only way to freedom from the outside."
"Well, I'm not fucking anybody I don't feel like fucking," Marcy said. "That's not the kind of freedom I'm looking for."
"You will learn," Beth replied.
Three more days and nights went by. Jason didn't come back to her room again, and neither did Beth or Norma.
And then, on the evening of the fourth day, Beth came for her. She carried a habit much like her own, but without the hood or the black collar.
"Put this on!"
"What for?" Marcy said.
"Because I told you to. . . you must learn to obey, Marcy, if you expect to be one of us and enjoy the freedom we enjoy."
To avoid a useless philosophical argument, Marcy put the garment on and followed the other girl to the "great hall". It turned out to be the dining room, with all the tables removed and the benches lined up on the sides.
Jason was sitting at the end of the room like some kind of king on a throne. He motioned Marcy forward. What a pompous ass, she thought as she walked to the end of the room and stood defiantly in front of him.
"The rules of our order have been explained to you, Marcy. Are you ready to obey?"
"To join our order you must obey. Do I understand that you don't want to become one of us?"
"That's right. What will you do. . .keep me a prisoner?"
"Of course not," Jason replied. "We'll return you to the outside if you wish to go, but before you make your decision, let me show you someone who, six months ago, left us, and came back."
CHAFTER NINE
Jason looked around the room until his eyes suddenly stopped on a girl Marcy knew only as Terry. She had seen her at meals and wandering the pounds now and then. She looked forlorn most of the time and Marcy had equated her demeanor with that of a whipped does.
"Tony," Jason said, his voice leveled in command. "Get up on that table!"
Marcy watched the girl hesitate for a moment it looked like she was sending out an appeal to Jason not to force her to do what he was commanding. He repeated the command.
She stepped on a chair and on up to the table. She was a petite, curvaceous redhead who wore jeans and a fluffy sweater that buttoned down the front.
"That's good," said Jason. "Now you will obey,
Terry."
Marcy thought she saw a glint of life, a flash of rage in the girl's eyes. She sensed that Terry knew perfectly well that she was being used by Jason for a purpose having nothing to do with her.
Terry swiveled her head towards Marcy with a look that bordered on burning hatred. Then she seemed to make up her mind. She faced Jason again, with her legs slightly spread and her hands on her hips.
Marcy had no idea what was going to happen, but she sensed, from the expectant hush in the room, that it wasn't going to be pleasant.
"Good . . . good," Jason said with a smile, "even though you took too long to make up your mind, Terry. Now strip! We want to show Marcy how things are done around here."
Terry was obviously seething with humiliation and anger. Her hands trembled as her fingers slowly found the buttons on her jeans. It was clear to everyone that her mind was battling with her body. The fingers paused and then, without a word of protest, she obeyed.
She was wearing very little to begin with, so it didn't take a great deal of time to shed her clothing.
Kicking off her sandals, she slid the slacks down over her full, bronzed thighs, revealing a pair of sexy black panties, and then stepped out of the dungarees casually, kicking them carelessly onto the floor. Then she carefully and deliberately began to undo the buttons on her sweater, her eyes straight ahead.
She made no attempt at being sexy or seductive. There was no effort to sup out of her clothes in any semblance of a striptease. She just matter of factly undressed under the command of the leader.
There were widespread comments around the room as she finished the last button. She shrugged the sweater off her sleek tanned shoulders, baring her deep, widely spaced breasts and small dark-brown nipples. The girl was totally suntanned, with no white marks around her breasts where a bathing suit would normally be, indicating that she had spent a lot of time sunbathing in the nude.
Terry looked up to Jason. Again she placed her hands on her hips. "Enough?" It was the first word she had uttered.
Jason only smiled and folded his arms across his chest. Evidently that was not enough, because Terry shrugged and started rolling the bikini panties down over her hips until they hung by one toe. She flipped her foot and the panties fluttered to the floor.
Marcy couldn't help but observe that, naked, Terry was a beautiful girl. All the more reason, Marcy thought, why she was stupid to become a slave to Jason, or any man. Terry's pubic hair was a soft, reddish-brown, barely darker than the hair on her head. Beneath the furry mound her pink slit was clearly defined. It looked moist.
Terry stood upright again and seemed to throw her chest out in both pride and defiance. Her dark-brown nipples wore erect and extended.
What would they do now? Marcy thought. Would they order her to stand on the table and take her clothes off? Would she do it? Would she lower herself to obey Jason?
She didn't get a chance to find out. Jason strode across the room to the table, and smiled up at
Terry. The girl waited, totally submissive, for any further instructions from Jason, as he ran his hand up between her legs.
"You see, Marcy? Terry will do what I ask her to do, as everyone here must do if we are to achieve independence from the outside. Terry wouldn't want to spread her cunt all over the world. But here, inside the family, she will ... if I tell her to."
His hand had moved upward until it was buried in the fur covering Terry's pussy. She bent a little at the knees and spread her legs even farther to accommodate his caresses.
Jason rolled his head back to Marcy to make sure she was watching as he parted the lips of Terry's cunt and roughly drove two fingers up into her vaginal passage. "She loves me doing this to her. It doesn't matter if it's in front of everyone. She loves it because I'm doing it. Don't you, Terry?"
"I love it," Terry replied.
"Would you let me stick my cock up your ass, Terry. Right here. . . right now?"
"Yes, Jason," she said.
"Would you eat all the girls here and suck all the guys if I told you to, Terry?"
"Yes, Jason .. I'd do anything you told me to do," Terry moaned, lowering her cunt further as if she would like to swallow his whole hand in its moist interior.
"You'd even fuck the beast if I told you to.. . wouldn't you, Terry?"
"Yes, Jason... I would fuck the beast," Terry said.
The next few minutes were lost by Marcy in a haze of unbelievability.
Terry opened her eyes. She started to object, but it was too late. He had drawn her knees up and forced her to straddle his hips. She was unable to resist the strength in his brawny arms. He drew her hips up high and then brought her down, hard, skewering her cunt with his massive, throbbing pole.
"Move your ass up and down!" He ordered.
Marcy was terrified and enthralled all at the same time. Then the wild scene was brushed from her eyes and she saw the tenor of the moment as the other men started to climb up on the table. One boy grabbed Terry's head and thrust the full length of his cock down her throat. The rest of them stood over her, Listing their cocks frantically. One boy came, his cream spurting out of his cock to land in huge, white gobs on Terry's breast.
It was too much for Marcy. She bolted from the room in disgust. No one tried to stop her as she ran headlong over the lawn and up the stairs to her room. She ripped the dreaded clothing of the, order from her body and threw it across the room.
Just as she had finished getting back into her own clothes, Beth entered.
"Are you going to try and stop me?" Marcy said, curling her fingers at her sides like talons.
"From leaving?"
'""Cs.,'
"Of course not. If you're foolish enough to go . . . you're free to go," she replied. "But where will you go? You've already told me what you did before leaving home."
"So what?" Marcy said defiantly.
"You're just like all the rest of us, Marcy. You've made your choice and you've burned your bridges behind you. There's no place for you to go...give up...stay! Believe me, you'll grow to love it here."
"No thanks," Marcy said, and headed for the door, her shoulders hunched in determination.
"But where will you go?"
"I don't know, but anywhere is better than here."
"Why... why, Marcy, why?"
"Beth. . ." Marcy said, turning and fixing the other girl with her eyes. "Get down on your knees."
"What?"
"Get down on your knees!" "What for?" Beth said.
"GET DOWN ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!"
Marcy screamed, her voice like thunder in the room.
Beth crumpled to the floor on her knees, as if the other girl had struck her.
"There," Marcy said. "That's why."
The trip into Los Angeles was torture. She hitchhiked and it took three rides, all of them hell. After the episode of watching Terry, Marcy didn't feel like sex of any kind.
The first ride was with an elderly man who looked totally safe. They had only gone a few miles when he pulled off the main highway and sped down a lonely lane. At last, with total blackness and trees all around them, he rocked to a halt and turned to her the seat.
"Okay, little darlin'," he said, drool running from the corners of his mouth. "What you gonna give Daddy for this here ride?"
"What's Daddy want?" she said. "Some of your sweet pussy, honey." "I can't. . . I'm sick," Marcy replied. "Then gimme a blow job!" "I don't blow."
"Then get the fuck out!"
It took her a half-hour to find the highway again, and another half-hour to get a ride. This time it was with two young girls. They seemed nice enough, and said they were going all the way to L.A.
Marcy was in the back seat and almost asleep when a strange odor began to permeate the car. She came awake with a start when she realized it was pot.
"You want a pull?" said the girl driving, holding the brown cigarette over her shoulder.
"No thanks," Marcy said. "Do you think you really should smoke while you're driving?"
"Jesus, we got us a square."
"Yeah.. . get stoned, honey. It's the only way to live."
Marcy bit her lip and tried to settle back into the seat. It was impossible. The car was hurtling at over a hundred miles an hour down the highway and only now and then finding its own lane.
"It's a way to die, too," Marcy said, unable to sit still any more. "Let me out."
"Take it easy, honey," said the driver. "If we wreck this, I'll just get another one."
Marcy leaned over the front seat, turned the engine off, and pulled the keys from thc ignition. She then rolled the window down and held the keys outside the car.
"Pull over or I'll drop 'em," she said.
The girl grumbled, but pulled over to the side of the road. Marcy got out, flipped the keys bock to her, and walked away.
The next car contained a couple. They had been to Las Vegas, and they had won. "We been celebratin', honey, but don't worry, I haven't had that many."
They were the Wills, Erica and Don. He was about fifty and she was somewhere in her early forties. They seemed very nice and chattered any about everything that popped into their minds. They even noticed that Marcy was chilly and told her to wrap up in the coats they had thrown into the back seat.
By the time they reached the city, Marcy had snuggled down into the seat. She was warm, comfortable, and didn't want the trip to end.
"Say," Don called over his shoulder, "our daughter is spending the night at a friend's. She won't be back until morning. . . why don't you just come on home with us. You can sleep in her room tonight."
If there was anything Marcy wanted more than anything else in the world at that moment, it was warm, comfortable bed and a good night's sleep.
"I'd love to," she replied, and closed her eyes again.
She didn't see the smirking, knowing look that passed between the couple in the front seat.
Erica took her light up to their daughter's room, turned down the bed, and laid out a nightdress for her.
"Thank you so much," Marcy said.
"That's all right, honey," the woman replied. "The bathroom's right in there." She put her arms around Marcy, squeezed her tenderly, and left.
Marcy submerged herself in a hot bath and used every lotion, powder and perfume she found on the shelf.
She then climbed into the garment and practically fell into the bed. Her head barely touched the pillow before she was sound asleep.
She was awakened by something wet rubbing against her lips and her hair was being pulled. She opened her eyes to see Don on his knees beside her head. He had one hand wrapped in her hair and he was running the seeping head of his cock over her face with the other.
"Come on, honey," he said. "Suck on it a little and get it real hard and then I'll pour it to ya."
"No . . ." Marcy said, "no, I don't want to."
"Sure you do, honey. C'mon, suck it a little for ol' Don."
"I don't want any sex," Marcy said. "I just want to get some sleep."
"I don't get a chance at somethin' as nice as you very often," he said. "Suck it a little, Marcy."
"Please... I just want to sleep."
"Suck it... and then you can sleep."
She rolled her eyes up to his. She could see that it was going to be no use. If she didn't give him what he wanted, he would never let her alone.
"What about your wife?" Marcy asked.
"Erica? Don't worry about her. Here... take it... take my peter in your sweet, juicy mouth!"
"Oh shit," Marcy said, shrugging and thinking what the hell.
Marcy pulled her knees under her and wrapped her arms around his buttocks. She pulled herself up until her face was at his crotch. Her pink tongue shot out of her mouth in short, fast strokes. She covered the sides of his cock and started to work on the balls. She took most of his scrotum in her mouth and worked his balls against the warm, wet sides of her mouth with the rise and thrust of her tongue. She spat out the nuts and nippled his scrotum playfully.
"Yeah. . yeah, that's it," he groaned. "Suck it now!"
She wrapped her lips around the smooth, fleshy end of the cock; The warmth of her mouth caused it to jump and stiffen slightly. She opened her mouth wider and admitted the shaft all the way to the back of her throat. Then she sucked in her cheeks and began the pressure. He reached down, grabbed two fistfuls of hair, and pressed her head into his groin.
Her tongue flicked up and down the length of his stiffening cock. She accelerated her movements. His hands were gripping her head tightly and rocking it back and forth, up and down in a rising frenzy. She pulled her lips back from over her teeth, letting them run on the wetly shining flesh.
"I want to fuck you," he said, pulling his rigid cock from her mouth. "I want to pour my cock into your cunt and come inside you."
Oh Jesus, she thought, rolling over on her back. She spread her legs apart and pried open the lips of her pussy with the fingers of both hands. "All right," she groaned. "Go ahead. But hurry up!"
He crawled between her legs and held his cock like a spear at her vaginal opening. Using the thick rubbery head of his cock, he parted the soft hair-lined lips of her vagina. Marcy turned her head to one side, closing her eyes and no longer caring to watch what was going on.
He flicked his hips forward slightly.
Levering up on her with his cruel powerful shoulder muscles, he pushed again. Christ, she was tight! he thought to himself, feeling the hard rubbery tip of his cock pop suddenly up into the narrow passage.
Then he grinned arrogantly and forced his cock up inside her another inch or two, feeling the hot moist walls of her tightly clasped cuntal passage yield unwillingly before the inexorable force of his driving hardness. He flexed his buttock muscles tightly and shoved himself home, burying his long thick rod in her to the hilt and pushing the soft flesh of her cunt before him in softly rippling waves.
"You like it, huh, baby? Is it good for ya'!" he said, flexing the muscles in his ass and pounding his cock into her.
"Just fuck it, will ya!" Marcy hissed, refusing to move a muscle to help him.
He raised himself higher, jamming his cock nearly straight down into her. It increased the pressure on the barrel of his shaft and heightened the friction on his throbbing cockhead. In no time he felt himself spurting.
Marcy felt it too and wriggled out from underneath him, while his cock continued to shoot.
"Now, go to bed . . . please," Marcy said.
She was about to crawl back under the covers when the room was bathed in light. Erica stood right beside the bed. She was stark naked.
"Bravo.. bravo, Don honey!" she shouted. "I've never seen you better. Now it's my turn. Let's have a real party?"
The woman had just swung her ass over Marcy's face when the girl rolled from beneath her and off the bed..
"What's the matter, honey? It's okay... Don and I swing all the time."
"Not me." Marcy said, climbing back into her clothes. "I pick my own sex partners... they don't pick me."