Top Heavy Marcie

Wendell took a quick look at Gracie's backside turning towards the restroom and then to the waiting witch Marcie's exposed cleavage.

I think...I have a spell I want to cast on Marcie.

He moved toward Marcie and she turned around to head to the patio doors to smoke. Wendell, stopped and turned to pick up Stacy's purse; he'd dropped it in the scramble to the dance floor. He threw it on his shoulder and raced to catch up with Marcie. Marcie slid open the door and an exchange of cool, and clean, night air hit Wendell. With a faint clack! Wendell slid the patio door shut and they were outside with another few smokers, chattering folk and another couple making out by a tree. The pool was dimly lit and covered given the time of year, and it was far more quiet out here.

"Why are you hauling around your purse? Not like you can't fish it out of the car if you need it," Marcie said lighting a cigarette she had gotten from somehere under her costume. She took a drag and squinted through the initial streams of smoke coming off her cigarette at Wendell.

"No reason. Just...think I want it nearby."

"That bad this month? Sorry," Marcie said surveying the other people around. "Who are half these people? That guy over there looks like he's 50," She flicked her cigarette in the direction of a man whose salt and pepper hair and harsh laugh lines did imply he was a bit older.

"Yeah, uhh...I don't know."

How do I get her alone?

"You gonna light up or what?"

Wendell had forgotten. He fished into Stacy's purse, pulled out the cigarettes and a small plastic lighter. He didn't smoke, so he did his best. He put the cigarette in his lips, held the flame on the end for a bit too long and took a deep drag. The taste hit his tongue like a brick. He made a face, exhaled out all the smoke and pulled it away from his face.

At least I didn't cough.

Marcie side-eyed Wendell, but said nothing. She only took a long slow drag off her cigarette and held the smoke in her lungs. Wendell took the time to look around. He saw the few people around. The tree with the couple making out. A small pool utility shed on the opposite end of the pool, and a large grass lawn that stretched out a bit before hitting a treeline. He looked again at Marcie's massive mammaries.

I have got to play with those...where can I do this?

Again he looked and again there was nothing about that he could use. His mind went to Hank's truck, but that was only dark and not really isolated seeing as it sat outfront and was surrounded by other cars someone may potentially be getting into. He could see no reason for Marcie to follow him into an upstairs bedroom, and there was nothing out here except that small utility shed.

What would get her over there behind that? Oh yeah...they're completely terrible people.

"Hey Marcie," Wendell said in low hushed voice. He looked around holding his cigarette up, and then to Marcie. "You want to hear something really juicy that Hank told me about Gracie?"

"Oh yeah, what?" Marcie's eyes perked up and her eyebrows shifted.

"Lets go over behind that thing over there. Don't want her to come out here and hear it, ya know?"

The two slinked away, around the pool and around the shed to the back of it. From here the house was blocked from view, the music was completely dulled and the only spectators the trees on the other side of the lawn.

"So, is it really bad? Is she knocked up? Oh my god is she gay?" Marcie questioned excitedly, and her witche's hat wobbled a bit as she shifted her weight.

"The thing is...she-" and then Marcie was crumpled to the ground in neat pile topped by her pointy hat.

Another quick draw! Am I good, or are these just lucky shots?"

With Marcie deflated, Wendell set about scooping up Marcie; what he wanted do with her, he needed a little bit more privacy and some light to actually see it. He pitched his cigarette, and bent low. He pulled up the mass of Marcie and stuffed her as best he could into Stacy's purse, everything mostly fit, except the hat, which needed to be carried.

--

In an upstairs bedroom, the loud music of the first floor was dimmed, but still clear, until Wendell shut the door. It was a small room with a twin bed and a corner desk, with a little chair, adjacent a window. With the music drowned out the click of the door lock was audible. Wendell was all set. He flung the witch hat on the bed and got to work pulling out Marcie. He dragged her and her heels out of the purse and tossed the heels and the handbag aside. Then he held out Marcie in front of him.

The witch robe obscured everything Wendell wanted to see, so that was the first thing to be pulled off. Undearneath she had a black push-up bra, lacy, black underwear and dark stockings. He pulled the bra off by simply slipping it over her head since she was deflated. Her two massive breasts, even hollow, made a firm slap! against her chest as they fell. There was a bit of tape on each breast just above the nipple.

That's why they don't pop out.

He yanked off the tape, tossed Marcie on the bed and started pulling Stacy's dress up over her head. He kicked off her shoes, fumbled around to get her bra off, and decided the rest could stay on. He gave her breasts a nice squeeze, and felt Stacy's nipples once more.

"Not bad Stacy, but it's time for something bigger and better."

He reached up and behind his neck and began to tear Stacy away from himself. It went reasonably well until it came to her pussy. As he pulled it away from himself, the sensation of his pussy going down, out and infront himself to spring up as his erect cock inside the suit gave him quite a jolt. He tossed her aside and grabbed up Marcie. He turned her around and stepped inside the large slit now in her back

The two weights which had flopped into existence on Wendell's chest were stunning. He was looking down through Marcie's eyes at two huge melon-tits. Wendell squeezed them, and they were soft on the outside, but curiously, a little firmer deeper inside. Luckily there was body mirror on one wall and he stepped out in front of it. He cupped a hand around each breast as best he could.

Oh...they're implants. Rich girls. Wow.

Marcie was built like a playmate. Toned, perfect locks of brunette hair, full lips and of her course, her big tits. Massaging them and looking at Marcie in the mirror doing exaclty that, started to have an effect. He could feel the little lace underwear getting wet and it was time to play. He wheeled the little office chair from the corner desk over to the mirror. He stood, looking Marcie up and down in the mirror while squeezing, teasing and pulling on her nipples.

How does she keep her hands off these?

He blew some kisses towards himself in the mirror. He slowly and carefully slid off her panties seductively and he saw her thick full pubic hair. It was trimmed to a broad wedge and much thicker and darker than Stacy's had been. He leaned into the mirror and kissed it leaving a neat little outline of her lips. Then he flopped back into the chair.

His left hand was groping his breast and his right was spreading her lips below. Her pink pussy was leaking a bit and he could actually feel it running down to his ass cheek below. He felt around for Marcie's clit like he'd done before and when he found it, he looked right into Marcie's reflection. He pressed his lips togther making kissing motions and started working Marcie's clit. He teased, stroked and pressed her clit looking for the best way to get off, all the while spreading her fluids everywhere. For a brief moment he stopped, lifted his fingers to his mouth and tasted Marcie's lubricant. A little thin, and slightly acidic, it wasn't actually bad. The sight of Marcie doing this made the muscle in her pussy flex and her clit pulse. He then sent his fingers back down.

"Cum for me," He made Marcie say to himself in the mirror in a hushed, low voice. He was really working her clit up and down fast. Her manicured nails were a bit long, unlike Stacy's, and he actually scratched himself a bit, but he kind of liked that. He went faster and faster, eventually rocking a bit in the chair. This caused Marcie's tits to shake and wobble, and that drove him over the edge.

"FUCK!!!!!" He shouted in Marcie's voice as he orgasmed. The intense rush of heat, the pulsing muscles inside her and slight pain of him pinching his own nipples made him close his eyes and lean back, the chair creaking. He worked her more a bit slowly cooling off from the orgasm, cupped one tit very hard and let out a few ohhs, yeahs, and another, quieter fuck. He sat looking at Marcie's reflection. He felt great, like he'd taken some kind of drug. After a few big exhales, and a long pause he looked down to Marcie's perfect pubes.

I've heard about back to back orgasms before.

He reached in and started fingering her clit again and then after a few seconds...

"Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!" He was orgasming again. He was pumping his hips again and shaking. He let a low laugh come out of Marcie's mouth, and sunk again back into the chair. After a brief period of just looking in the mirror in bliss He sat upright and pushed her big tits together and then spit on the cleavage, letting the saliva run between them. The music stopped outside, presumably to change tracks, but another song never came on.

What is the party over already?

He looked over and saw a small, digital clock on the nightstand reading: 3:13.

Damn it. I didn't get enough yet.

He got up to get dressed as Marcie, but then he remembered.

I came as Stacy. I gotta leave as Stacy.

He looked down at Stacy's huge boulders and said, "Sorry girls, gotta go."

--

"And you won't tell a soul what I told you about Gracie?" Wendell said as Stacy. Marcie stood, lucid, but totally unsure of how she got there.

"Yeah-no-I-yeah. Secret's safe with me." Marcie was clearly confused, but to avoid looking foolish, just went along with it.

Smoother than I expected.

After saying their goodbyes, and a chewing out from Gracie for abandoning her, Wendell made his way through the milling people leaving the party to Hank's truck where, thankfully, he still lay in passenger seat. He climbed in and started the engine.

--

Back in his dorm, Wendell had parked Hank's truck, stuffed him in Stacy's purse and snuck back to his room under the bright flourescent lights. He entered his small room and he stripped off Stacy. He pulled out Hank from her purse and got dressed as himself. After putting on his glasses, he studied the skins.

Well...this is the best I can do.

He laid out Stacy and dressed her skin back up as best he could. Then, knowing Hank's dorm was nearby, simply tossed both of them into the hall and shot them each. Not even watching them inflate for fear them seeing him. He closed the door and listened intently.

A shuffling of feet, a great deal of swearing from Stacy, and grunts from Hank were what came first.

"Hey, it's 4 a.m! Shut the fuck up!" A student said from inside his room to the two in the hall. After confusion, bickering and what seemed like a couple slaps from Stacy, the two agreed to go sleep off their percieved drunkeness in Hank's room.

Wendell left his door and turned to face the blinds at the opposite end of the room. He took up the plastic raygun and gave it a kiss.

Not a bad night. What else can we get into?