Mrs. Price's nylon-sheathed thighs made soft sighing sounds against Marcy's cheeks, and her damp pubic hair tickled around the girl's mouth. Marcy pressed closer to her target, slipping her tongue in and out in a steady rhythmic tempo that stimulated the flow of lubricating fluid in the tight cunt.
Mr. Price was doing almost precisely the same thing to Marcy that Marcy was doing to his wife. She rotated her blonde pussy slowly and steadily against his eager licking, thinking he was almost as good a pussy-eater as she was herself.
And Agatha was learning fast. She was relaxing, and seemed less afraid to open her thighs fully, overcoming a lifetime of keeping them close together in order to guard her chastity, as well as to discourage her husband's unwanted attentions. Now they were spread wide, and the long gash under her labia was open in appreciation of Marcy's arduous efforts.
Mrs. Price was also learning about cock-sucking. At first she had licked eagerly at her husband's cock because it was covered with Marcy's pungent juice, but now that that excuse was gone, she was beginning to appreciate the hard, rubbery flesh of the prick for its own sake. She needed no more urging to tackle her task with finesse and enthusiasm.
"How about that?" Price muttered. "She's really doing it well. I didn't think old Frozen Puss had it in her."
"This pussy isn't frozen," Marcy said. "It's so hot my tongue sizzles every time I stick it in her."
Mrs. Price's only comment was a gurgle, as she bathed her husband's prick with saliva and circled it with a tantalizing tongue.
"Isn't this nice?" Marcy said, using her little sharp teeth to excite the sliver of erectile tissue that was Mrs. Price's clit. "Doesn't this closeness feel just like a family? Doesn't our togetherness make you feel like I'm your little daughter, and that we all love each other and want to please each other all we can?"
Both Rodney's and Agatha's heads popped up in shock, but the lure of what they were doing almost immediately took over, and they let the remarks pass while they returned to their respective labors.
Marcy felt Price's tongue lifting her up to her pink cloud again, and she let it keep her floating there for a while. She drove her tongue deeper and deeper into the mushy flesh Agatha pressed closer to her mouth.
Finally she could hold back no longer. She had to cum. "Stand by, Pricie! Here I come! You're going to be drowned in girl juice!" She wrapped her thighs around her boss' neck and spasmed violently.
"Me too… Oh God, where did she learn to suck like that?" Price howled as his wife's sucking mouth suddenly drew him to the precipice and sent him hurtling over.
Mrs. Price looked bewildered and aghast as her mouth filled with jetting semen. Her expression changed to revulsion as her husband's cock continued to spurt.
"Swallow it, Agatha darling! Swallow it!" Marcy said. "Don't reject his seed! Don't ruin it for him! Swallow it and make him all yours!"
Mrs. Price made a visible effort, and Marcy saw her throat convulse and swallow before she could think about it further. Then a slow smile crossed the woman's face, and she went back to draining the still-dripping shaft.
"I never thought I'd see the day," Mr. Price marveled, as his wife licked the last drops of jism off his flesh and her lips.
"You're wonderful!" Marcy praised the woman and went back to her efforts on her pussy. "I'm going to eat you up you're so wonderful!"
The girl had the whole cunt in her mouth, and was licking and sucking like a mad thing.
Mrs. Price was moaning, but she obviously wasn't ready to cum. She had said she never had, and Marcy was finding her a tough nut to crack. She would have sworn that after her quick course in sexual dynamics with Dr. Villiers, the woman didn't exist she couldn't make cum with only a few minutes of tonguing. But while this one was enjoying the delightful sensations to an extraordinary degree, she hadn't shown the least sign of reaching completion.
But Marcy wasn't discouraged, and she wasn't tired. Even after having achieved her third climax of the day, she was still in a state of hyper sexuality that seemed to know no limit. She just kept plunging her tongue in and out, twirling it around the miniscule clit and licking up the cunt juice that resulted from her mouthing.
Her hands were still under the lower edges of the tight corselet, gripping the bulging buttocks with sharp fingernails. She pressed her little finger a bit farther into the woman's asshole, still being careful not to hurt or frighten her.
"Bet you a thousand you can't get her off," Price said. He had crawled out from under Marcy, and lifted his wife's slip from behind so he could watch what the blonde girl was doing between Agatha's thighs. His eyes glistened at the sight of Marcy's tongue driving into the russet red cunt. "A thousand says Frosty can't come."
"I'll take that bet," Mrs. Price flared. "I'll see you and raise you a thousand!"
"Well, now, I…"
Mrs. Price's broad bottom was rolling in a constant rhythm, her thighs closing tighter and tighter around Marcy. Even Price had to admit that if she wasn't cuming, she was certainly breathing hard and trying to.
"You can do it! You can get over the hump!" Marcy encouraged in a husky whisper. "Once you make it the first time, it's downhill all the way. Once you discover what it's like, you'll cream your panties just having a man or a cunt-loving gal look at you. You can do it, I know you can!"
"Help me, Marcy! I want to so bad! Help me, darling!" Mrs. Price pleaded. "Drive your tongue in deep, baby! Make me cum! Make me cum!"
"I will, I will!" Marcy said, half-sobbing. "I'm Marcy McCall, super-sexpot. I can do anything sexy I set my mind to. Even Dr. Villiers is constantly amazed at me, and what I can accomplish."
Never had she driven her tongue into a cunt with such fury, never had she mouthed and chewed and licked and sucked and manipulated with such skill and energy. She had to bring this woman out, had to convince her of the joys of oral sex so that she and her husband could share them. This was the reason she was Marcy, the purpose for which she had been born, the vision Dr. Villiers had had when he created her and made her his masterpiece. It had been intended since time began that she rescue women like Agatha Price from the agonies of sexual deprivation.
As she had during her training, Marcy went into a semi-trance and became a sex machine, licking and sucking the delectable woman flesh with the certainty emblazoned in her brain that she could not stop until the final solution was forthcoming – in this case, a satisfying sexual explosion.
"I think maybe – oh Marcy, I feel so fuunnny! Never felt like this before. There's a fire inside me… it's spreading all through me… put it out, Marcy, put it out!" Mrs. Price was flopping around, all dignity forgotten, her corseted body going through unbelievable contortions.
"You're almost there!" Marcy shouted in triumph, plunging her tongue deep into the channel in front while her little finger stabbed unexpectedly into the rear one.
Mrs. Price let out a howl that must have echoed through the whole building. No female cat in heat impaled by a male on the back fence ever shrieked any louder than this elegant club woman, as she broke through the last barrier and experienced her first orgasm.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she sobbed as she gushed into Marcy's mouth, and the girl lapped at the proof of her skill, proud and happy.
Later, when the three of them lay on the wide couch, Marcy between the husband and wife, Mrs. Price tried to express her gratitude again.
"I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't forced me into that, Marcy darling. I was already dead from the waist down, and I was dying from the waist up."
"You can say that again," Rodney agreed, busy running his hands over the smooth young flesh of Marcy's thighs and belly.
"Don't put her down, Pricie," Marcy chided. "It was as much your fault as hers."
"It was more his fault. Mr. Thirty Second Special! Spread thighs, open cunt, insert prick, three quick jabs, and spurt! Wham, bang, thank you, ma'am! Was that ever a nothing!"
"There won't be any more of that, will there, Rodney?" Marcy asked. "From now on, you're going to make love to Agatha just like you do to me, aren't you?"
"It doesn't matter, as long as you're here to make love to both of us," Mrs. Price said.
"But I can't always be with you, darling," Marcy said. "I have to get back to Dr. Villiers at the laboratory, and there are a couple of other little tasks in the office I have to finish first."
"Oh, Marcy, don't go away! What will we do without you?" Price said.
"Oh, I'll be back, don't worry. I may even take my old job back, just as soon as I finish my assignments and take care of buying Jimmy's freedom."
"Forget it," Price said quickly. "I'll intervene personally and see that the case is dropped. Any boy with a sister like you can't be all bad."
"No, no, I don't want you to do that! I have to earn that money from Dr. Villiers," Marcy said. She couldn't tell them, but that twenty thousand dollars was her justification for all the fun she was having. If she didn't have a good reason like that, her old puritanical self might rise up and say, "Cool it, Marcy. No more fun and games." And she couldn't stand that!
Why, she had been almost as bad off as Mrs. Price. If Jimmy hadn't gotten into trouble, Marcy McCall might still be sitting at her desk with her thighs tightly clamped together and a No Trespassing sign on her virginal cunt. The old Marcy had lived a miserable, deprived, barren life. This new Marcy knew what real living was, and her thighs were always open, her cunt always wet and ready to receive any cock or tongue that was pushed into it.
No, she wasn't ready to give up this Marcy, and so she had to earn the money Dr. Villiers' way.
"Why won't you let us take care of you, Marcy?" Mrs. Price whispered. "We have more money than we know what to do with. Come live with us and turn our cold marriage into a delightful warm and lovely paradise."
"That sounds like a groovy idea," Marcy giggled, unhooking the front of the woman's corselet. There was really no reason why Mrs. Price had to keep herself all trussed up when it was so much more enjoyable to be naked and free to use any part of your body for sex. "Could I be your little girl? And you be my Daddy and Mommy?"
"Well, I…" Mrs. Price exchanged an embarrassed glance with her husband. "That wasn't exactly the relationship I had in mind."
Marcy was struggling with the slip and the opened corset, trying to get them both off at once. The sight of the opulent breasts had stirred her imagination and made her mouth water.
"Got to get this old thing off," she muttered. "I want to such your titties, Mommy. I want to nurse at my mother's breasts."
"Marcy, dear, I'm not your mother!" Mrs. Price said. "I'd much rather you referred to me as your lover, if such terms of reference are necessary."
Marcy paid no attention. "Maybe you could adopt me," she suggested, consumed by her sexual fantasy and wanting to indulge it to the limit.
Fumbling with childish clumsiness, she pulled at the loosened undergarments. "Want to suck my mama's titties. Gotta get those big old nipples in my baby mouth and draw out the sweet, warm milk."
"Marcy! Please, you're embarrassing us!" Mr. Price said.
Marcy ignored him. She had unearthed another segment of her unfolding sexuality, and it intrigued her to the exclusion of anything else at the moment. Her incestuous feelings had apparently begun with her father and mother. Golly, was that ever far out! Dr. Villiers was really going to flip when she told him that.
She struggled with the slip and corset again, and this time succeeded in getting them off. Now the woman lay there nude, except for the pink panties and long stockings. Marcy's eyes explored her body eagerly. Mrs. Price had taken good care of her body, or had hired competent people to take good care of it for her. The flesh was firm and creamy, and Marcy didn't try to resist its lure. She bent her head to the full breasts and drew a big brown nipple into her mouth.
As she sucked, she made little contented sounds and looked up at Mrs. Price adoringly. "Mommy… Mommy… I love you, Mommy."
Mrs. Price looked resigned. "Yes, baby, Mommy loves you too," she said, and raised Marcy's head until she could kiss her on the mouth.
"What about old Dad?" Mr. Price joined the game. "Doesn't anybody love me?"
"Of course we do, don't we, Mommy?" Marcy said, taking Mrs. Price's hand and, placing it with her own on the man's soft cock. With both female hands fondling him, Rodney was hard and erect in no time, and pushing against Marcy eagerly.
"Isn't this sweet, just the three of us together?" Marcy said. "Mama, Papa and baby, all loving each other."
"Uh – yes, dear, yes," Mrs. Price said, still stroking her husband's shaft with one hand, while the other stole between Marcy's legs and inserted two fingers into Marcy's furry cunt.
"Papa, are you going to fuck Mama, or am I?" Marcy asked.
"Well, I – don't know…" Mr. Price faltered.
"Why don't we both do it?" Marcy said, pulling the labia out of the way and rubbing her clitoris to show them how hard it could get. "I'll put this in her, and then you get behind me and put your cock in and we'll both make her cum. Don't you think that would be fun?"
"Uh… well… I…"
"Don't put yourself out," Mrs. Price said. "Marcy is all I need."
"No, no, Mama! You mustn't make Papa jealous! If I fuck you, you have to let him do it too!"
"Oh, all right! He can stick it in if he wants to, not that it means anything to me."
"It doesn't mean all that much to me either," Mr. Price said. "Once you've fucked Marcy, all other cunts are blah. Besides, yours never was any good."
"No, no! Mama and Papa are being bad!" Marcy said, squeezing Mr. Price's prick and then rolling over onto Mrs. Price. Quickly she stripped off her panties, leaving only the stockings. She considered removing them too, but then shook her blonde head. "No, they look sexy so I'll leave them. Besides, I like to feel the nylon slithering against me."
"Oh, Marcy, you are the craziest little sex fiend!" Mrs. Price said.
"Right. Some people are hooked on drugs, but Marcy is hooked on sex. Just as soon as Dr. Villiers turned her on, she knew she was a sex freak," the girl said. She was pushing her full thighs apart and stretching out on top of Mrs. Price.
"Now we're ready to go," Marcy said, bringing her lips down on the other woman's and planting sweet little kisses all over them before darting her tongue inside Agatha's mouth. She writhed with passion as she tasted Mr. Price's cum in the hot cavern. She licked the inside of Mrs. Price's mouth, running her tongue ever her teeth and inside the now relaxed lips. When she reached the roof of the woman's mouth, Mrs. Price's arms went around her, straining her tight against the round, soft breasts, nipple against nipple.
Marcy squirmed her lower body lustfully into the woman's softer one while she whispered in Mrs. Price's ear. "Love those big soft breasts… love those sexy thighs… love that sweet belly."
"You're a dear child," Mrs. Price said, beginning to squirm herself and running her fingertips up and down Marcy's bare back.
"But this is what I dig the most," Marcy said, shoving her hot cunt into the woman's bigger pussy, using her fingers to bring the two clits in contact with each other. "Isn't that the wildest? Did you ever think you'd let your little girl do that?"
Marcy's silken blonde hair was mashed against the woman's gray bush, the rosy lips of the younger cunt stirring the older one into renewed desire.
Marcy giggled like a naughty child, and lifted one of Mrs. Price's breasts in each hand, sucking on the nipples until they were long and hard. Then suddenly she scrambled upward on the woman's body until she was sitting with one plump tit mound between her legs. "Hey, how about this for kooky thrills? I'm going to put my Mama's titty in my cunt and fuck it!" She shoved the elongated peak into the wet slit, and began to use her hips to work it in and out.
"That kid really can come up with the nuttiest ideas, can't she?" Mr. Price said. "Who said today's young people don't have any imagination or initiative?"
"Let-me do it to the other one now," Marcy said, and put the other erect nipple into her cunt, riding it until the white flesh was slippery and pungent with girl juice, and Mrs. Price was panting with pleasure.
"What about me?" Mr. Price demanded, stroking Marcy's bottom as it moved in the undulations of desire. "I'm being left out."
"Just keep your hardon," Marcy giggled. "We'll get around to you in a minute."
She flattened herself on Mrs. Price's body, sliding downward until her pussy was again grinding into the woman's. Agatha had drawn up her legs and spread her knees wide, so Marcy had better access to the yawning, yearning crack. Now she gave in to the huge need that had built up in her over the deprived years. She reared upward against Marcy wantonly as the girl slammed down.
"Me too… me too," Mr. Price begged, as he kissed the backs of Marcy's thighs and licked down the crevice between her buttocks. He teased what he could reach of her pussy where it drove into his wife's.
"Come up by our heads, Papa," Marcy said. "Bring that big old dong of yours up here where we can both suck on it."
"That girl! My God, the things she thinks of!" Mr. Price said delightedly. He leaped to obey. Kneeling over his wife's head, he shoved his engorged penis between the faces of the two women.
"Yum-yum, man meat for lunch!" Marcy's mouth zeroed in on her boss' cock like a well-trained hunting dog going for game. She caught the tip between her lips and squeezed. "Come on, Mama, suck Papa's cock with me! There's real togetherness Mama and baby blowing Papa's prick together!"
Mrs. Price's mouth joined Marcy's on her husbands hard rod. Her tongue drifted lazily up one side, and when she reached the top, she dipped into Marcy's hot mouth and laved the knobby end while it was still enclosed in the girl's molten cavity.
"Look at that little darling," Mr. Price said. "Just look at the way she gobbles my poor old hardon. There's a mouth that just won't stop."
Mrs. Price snatched her tongue away. "Isn't that just like a man? I was doing just as much as she was, but who gets all the credit – the younger, prettier one! Men, bah!"
"Please, Mama and Papa, love each other for the sake of your darling baby girl who adores you both," Marcy gurgled around the mouthful of cock.
Mrs. Price had already relented, and she was so far gone in her absorption with any sexual activity that she simply couldn't resist. Both women sucked and licked at the pulsing pole, while their wet cunts squished juicily as they came together, parted, and came back together again. Marcy was rolling her hips and revolving her belly in persistent attack, and Mrs. Price undulated and rocked under her.
Mr. Price's face was a study in total sexual joy as two hot mouths seared his flesh. He looked like a man who had fallen through a hole in reality to find himself in a bad boy's dream of heaven – a constantly hard cock and two feverish females to stick it into.
"Isn't this the most?" Marcy squealed in delight. She sucked about six inches of man down her throat while Mrs. Price kneaded the hairy hole between her cunt lips.
"More, more, more!" Price yelled as he roared upward in record time.
"Here, Mama, give him more," Marcy said, transferring the throbbing shaft to Mrs. Price's lips. Agatha took it to the hilt, while Marcy lifted a big round testicle on the end of her tongue, weighing it before drawing it between her lips and rolling it, getting wiry hair between her teeth. She tasted his sweat and a dribble of dried up cum Mrs. Price had somehow missed when she had so thoroughly licked him after his last orgasm.
"One big happy family, sharing everything," Marcy bubbled. "Remember, Mama and Papa, the family that fucks together, cums together." She giggled and licked up the side of the big cock, gradually replacing Mrs. Price's mouth over the tumescent crown. "Oh, I do love cock!"
"You sweet little whore, you lovely cock-sucking, cunt-eating bitch!" Mrs. Price said, kissing the girl's mouth where it surrounded her husband's prick, and then returning to her own assault on his masculinity.
"This is too much too much… I can't hold out much longer! Not any longer! Oh God, this is it!" Price yelped and rammed his shaft deep into Marcy's throat, his hot cream spurting out in one long eruption.
"Oh God," Marcy whimpered as the thick gobs splattered against her throat, searing her adenoids and her tonsils, and filling her belly with a warm, used feeling.
As she swallowed, he came again and Marcy took the still-fountaining cock and pushed it against Mrs. Price's lips. "Drink, Mama… swallow Papa's juice! Maybe you can make another baby… maybe even another Marcy."
Mrs. Price opened her mouth and accepted the geysering prick. She sucked and milked him with her hand until he was thoroughly drained, then used her tongue to clean him as he sagged weakly over heir.
As soon as he got his breath back, Marcy looked up at him, pouting prettily. "Now it's your turn to do us, Papa. Get down to the other end and use your mouth on our joined cunts."
Without protest, Price crawled down the length of their bodies and ducked his head between the two sets of thighs.
"See where we cum together? Lick us both," Marcy directed. "Eat my cunt while I fuck your wife. Come on, Papa, do it… do it!"
Price sniffed at the mixture of their combined juices, and his tongue ventured into the tangled jungle of pubic hair, sopping up the wetness from both golden down and coarser gray. Getting bolder, he investigated the place where Marcy's burning pussy was vibrating like a bowstring inside his wife's wide flung cunt gates. He ran his tongue between the two. He licked at Marcy's swollen pink lips and continued the intimate caressing onto his wife's ruby red pussy, struck deep into Marcy's simmering hole and teased his wife with a flickering touch on the miniature clitoris.
"I can't stand it, I'm going out of my head!" Mrs. Price screamed in a most unladylike manner, and lifted Marcy high in the air as she blazed into incandescence, her bottled-up frustration bursting into a thunderous orgasm that filled her husband's mouth with her spicy cum.
"Now get me off too!" Marcy whimpered, as Mrs. Price's cunt spasmed around hers and Mr. Price's tongue stabbed in and out like a substitute cock.
"You darling girl!" Mrs. Price sobbed, cradling the girl in her arms and rocking with her as Marcy dissolved in ecstasy and came and came and came.
Mrs. Price lifted Marcy's head when she had stopped quivering from the force of her release. "Do we have to stop now?" she asked wistfully. "Have we worn you out, love? Or do you still feel sexy enough to let me eat you? I've never done that, but this seems to be a milestone day in my life, and I'll dare anything. Something inside me has opened up, some gorgeous flowering thing has sprung from roots I never knew were there, and I want it to grow into full bloom."
"And I'm here to help you do just that," Marcy said. She was pleased with Mrs. Price. The woman was really coming along. Dr. Villiers would be proud of Marcy when he studied the record that the amulet around Marcy's neck was dutifully storing up for his perusal.
Mrs. Price sighed happily and lifted the girl, helping her into position astride her face. Marcy wriggled her bottom and settled herself, offering her squishy, sticky pussy to Mrs. Price's inexperienced but willing mouth.
"Okay now, Papa, climb on board and fuck Mama like she was Marcy," the lust-crazed girl commanded. "You fuck Mama's cunt while I fuck Mama's mouth." And she jammed her golden cunt against the waiting lips, while Mr. Price at long last sank his cock into his wife's cunt, which received him with wanton eagerness.