The sofa was situated in front of a large fireplace in which a crackling fire raged. After standing outside, where a light snow was falling, Doug welcomed the warmth. When Marcy returned, they made small talk for a while, passing over the meaningless preliminaries in a hurry. They both knew why he was there. It wasn't long before Doug had lighted up a joint. He took a hit and passed the glowing take to Marcy. She breathed deeply, inhaling the pungent smoke deep into her lungs, her body seeming to relax more and more with each breath.
They passed the joint back and forth, being careful to inhale plenty of air with the acrid smoke to increase the weed's effectiveness.
After smoking two or three more reefers and drinking a little wine, they were sensitive to the slightest sensation and ready for some serious fucking around. The marijuana had amplified their burning sexual sensations so greatly that their bodies were supersaturated with desire.
Sensing that the time was right, Doug let his hand drop to Marcy's knee. He smoothed his hand, which felt alive with electricity, against the tie-dyed silk of Marcy's pajamas. She responded by swinging her leg over his and pressing it heavily between his legs. Doug felt the warmth other leg spreading up his leg and over his crotch.
Marcy, too, kit the warmth of Doug's body spreading over her and burning into her body. Her cunt was alive with electrical excitement. She placed her hand on his knee and squeezed. He pressed closer to her warm perfumed body, squeezing a resilient tit with one hand and reaching behind her with the other to toy with the buttons of her pajama top. He unfastened the buttons quickly, deftly. He was eager to remove the silk of her garment and touch the finer silk of her skin.
When he had finished unbuttoning her top, he reached behind her with both hands and opened it, baring the nape of her neck and her delicate shoulders. Doug was always amazed by the perfection of Marcy's shoulders. Her skin was suffused everywhere with a deep pink glow that seemed to soften hex to the touch. Her delicate body seemed inconsistent with her lewd manner and the wildness of her abandoned fucking. That very inconsistency served to heighten her sexuality and excite him still further. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, letting the silk garment slide over them and fall around her waist. She was naked to the waist now, her firm boobs exposed and begging to be fondled.
Doug needed no begging. Her tits were touched by the same pink glow that made her shoulders so tempting. Her nipples, already hard and pointed, drew him like a magnet, and he rubbed them with his thumbs. Marcy could feel a sexy tingle deep inside her cunt with each touch of his thumbs, on her tits.
Wanting to get naked as quickly as possible, Doug began to unbutton his shirt. Marcy reached over to help him. When she had opened his shirt, she slipped her hand inside, rubbing his smooth, muscular chest. She helped him remove his shirt and threw it over the back of the sofa, then bent down and planted wet kisses all over Doug's naked chest and stomach, squeezing his hard-muscled arms while she did so.
Doug knew that the horny bitch wanted to get his pants off right away and start sucking his dick. Where cock sucking was concerned, Marcy was as aggressive as they came. All he had to do was sit back and let her use her expertise to drive him craw.
Marcy smiled at Doug and licked her glistening wet lips, waiting eagerly while he leaned back in the soft sofa, stretching his long heavy legs and spreading them to make her work easier for her. Then she got on her knees between his legs and unfastened his belt. She tugged down his zipper and spread open his tight Levi's, her eyes glued on his rock-hard rod which stuck several inches down his leg. When she reached into his pants and tried to pull his dick out, he had to raise himself off the sofa and push his pants down in order to help Marcy release his jerking cock from its confinement in his jeans.
The hot bitch beamed with excitement and wicked joy when the stiff dong jerked out of Doug's pants and bounced up in front of her lovely face. She buried her face in the heavy mat of curly black hair between his widespread legs, inhaling the masculine scent of his crotch. Then she took his cock in her hand and pumped it a few times until it started to ooze preseminal fluid. She flicked her tongue over the head of his dick, tasting the salty fluid eagerly. Then she surprised Doug by letting his rod go and standing up. He thought that she was going to step out of her pajamas and get more comfortable. Much to his amazement, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and gabbed a handful of the joints that were on the coffee table. She picked up a pack of matches and started to leave the room.
'Why don't you jack yourself off for a while, Doug? Be be right back,' she called over her shoulder.
'Where the hell are you goin'?' he shouted after her as she disappeared around the corner.
Marcy merely giggled. Doug had no idea what she was up to. He took her advice and held his dick in his hand, squeezing it hard and giving his cockshaft a few pumps while he waited for her to return and get an with the cock sucking.
Marcy returned after what Doug thought was a long absence. He noticed that the joints were gone from her hand. He was somewhat curious about her abrupt departure but was too turned on to bother asking her about it.
Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, Marcy stood before him and loosened the sash belt that held up her pajamas. Slowly, temptingly, she let her garment open and slide down over her creamy thighs, exposing her furry cunt.
Marcy kicked her pajamas away and bent backward, thrusting her cunt out toward Doug. She reached down with both hands and spread open the lips of her dripping twat, lewdly displaying the wet, pink meat of her horny cunt. Doug stared at the crimson flesh of her hot box, hardly able to keep himself from reaching out to grab a handful of her lewdly displayed cunt. When she felt that she had let him have a good long look, Marcy straightened up and knelt down between his lop once more. Doug was still holding his hard glistening boner in his fist, pumping it slowly.
Marcy bent down and kissed the head of his dick, which was sucking up through his fist, his hand wet with the pre-cum that had seeped slowly from his dickhead.
'I see you didn't get any softer while I was away,' Marcy breathed.
'You know me better than that,' he replied, removing his fist from his slippery rod and dropping his hands to his sides.
'Would you like me to suck your big old dick?' she whispered lasciviously.
'You know it, baby! Suck that mother!' Doug said, breathing faster in expectation of the mind-bending sucking soon to come.
'It's so big and hard, so hot and salty!' she sighed. 'I don't know if I can get it all in my poor mouth!'
'Do it, baby! Suck my cock!' Doug gasped.
'Don't you wonder where I went with those joints, Doug baby?' she asked, looking up at him with a dirty smile on her face and a wicked gleam in her eye.
'Who gives a fuck?' he groaned. 'Just get that thing in your fuckin' mouth and suck on it!'
'I'll try,' she said.
Marcy grasped the column of hard cock flesh in her delicate hand and directed its head toward her pursing lips. She kissed the slit in his blood-filled cockhead, tickling the underside of the knob with her wet tongue. She laved the rosy prickhead all over, running her tongue under and around it. Then she fastened her lips on the thick root of his rod, sucking up and down its entire length. At the same time she was manipulating his balls with her practiced hand, rolling tern around inside their wrinkled sac. She engulfed the pulsating head of his pole with her mouth and began sucking hard, at the same time tickling it with her loving tongue.
Doug didn't have a thought in his head at that point. He abandoned himself to her completely. He felt like squirting his load into her mouth already, although she had only been sucking his dick for a minute or two. It was an uphill battle to hold back the jism bubbling in his excited balls.
Marcy started jacking him off while she sucked his prick. Her fist had plenty of room to pound up and down his long fuck-stick. He felt her hand slamming down against his balls, making them bounce with each downward motion of her fist. Although he tried hard, Doug couldn't keep the charge from building up deep within his quaking nuts. He knew that he would come soon unless she slowed her frenzied sucking and pounding on his dick.
Suddenly Doug's legs stiffened. He felt the beginnings of an explosion building up in his balls. Marcy, expert cocksucker that she was, recognized the signs of an impending orgasm and moved to delay it. She pulled her mouth off his dick with a loud pop, holding his twitching tool in front of her face and giggling.
'What's the matter boy, can't you take it?' she asked.
'Nope,' Doug replied. 'I'm 'bout ready to shoot if you don't slow down some.'
'Not so soon, Doug darling,' she said. 'We'll let you calm down a bit,' she added, releasing her grip on his
