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!"
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.