Forty-five minutes later, Marcy was tiptoeing out of Mr. Price's private office. She had her blouse and skirt and slippers back on, but she had crammed her stockings and under things into her purse. She wasn't exactly dressed for the street, but she didn't intend to go out in the street just yet. She had two more tasks to perform before she left the building. Before she quietly closed the door, she glanced back fondly at the Prices, who were engaging in a torrid session of soixante-neuf, after having just finished a rousing, ribald coupling doggie-fashion on the floor. They didn't need her anymore. They might go on that way the rest of the day and on through the night. Marcy was very proud of herself, and very happy for them.
"Hey, what's been going on in there?" Suzi demanded, looking up from the novel she'd been reading behind the cover of her typewriter.
"Shhhhh!" Marcy said with a finger to her lips. "Mr. and Mrs. Price are making love."
Suzi snorted inelegantly. "That'll be the day!"
"Really. Look for yourself," Marcy said, and opened the door just enough for the other girl to see Mr. Price's cock engulfed in his wife's mouth and his tongue plunging in and out of her glistening cunt.
"Well, I never!" Suzi gulped, turning back to her desk with her face aflame. "That old goat doesn't surprise me, but Mrs. Price always seemed like such a dignified lady. What brought all that on?"
"I think it's sweet," Marcy said.
Suzi shrugged. "I guess so, if you dig the more exotic forms of sex." Then she looked up and sniffed as Marcy came close. "You sure smell funny." Comprehension dawned in her wide eyes. "Marcy! You did that to those two! You've been in there…" She let her words fade away, her face reddening again.
"Fucking is the word, baby," Marcy said, "and you're right, I did do that to them. I did it on purpose. That's why I had you get Mrs. Price down here. It was part of my plan, and it worked. I turned them on to me, and then to each other. And what you smell is the combined jism of our dear boss and his blushing bride. Speaking of which, how are you getting along with your new husband?"
Suzi was confused at the personal turn of the conversation, and answered before she thought. "Pretty good, but we do have a little trouble learning all the ways there are to swing… at least I do. But I'm sure you're not interested in my problems."
"Oh, but I am, Suzi," Marcy murmured, coming still closer. She put her arm around Suzi's waist and drew the girl against her. "Maybe I could help you like I helped the Prices."
"Oh, Marcy!" Suzi gasped, as her body crushed against the blonde's and she realized the other girl had no underclothes on. She pulled away, shaking. "Let me go! What's got into you? You used to be such a nice girl, and now you go around half-naked oozing sex from every pore!"
"What's wrong with that?" Marcy giggled, not in the least dismayed at the rebuff. She glanced at the book hidden behind the typewriter. "You wouldn't be reading that if you weren't just as interested in sex as I am. And I can teach you more in an hour than you'll learn reading erotic novels all day."
She reached out and quickly lifted Suzi's skirt, licking her lips at the sight of the sheer black panties with the dark triangle of pubic hair showing through them. Then she pulled up her own skirt and thrust her pantyless golden cunt forward brazenly.
"Marcy!" Suzi choked. But she stared in spite of herself and shivered. "Cover yourself up!" She glanced over her shoulder at the outer door. "Someone might come in any minute! And besides, what makes you think I want to see your fuzzy-wuzzy? I'm not that way."
"Everybody is that way, honey," Marcy said, giggling again. "Everyone who's alive loves groovy pussy."
"I don't! I'm no lesbian!" Suzi said sharply.
"What's that got to do with anything?" Marcy said. "Mrs. Price is no lesbian either, hut you should have seen her eating my cunt and enjoying it a little while ago."
Suzi was pale and trembling, almost in tears. "Must you use such awful language?"
Marcy grinned. "Words that shock also excite, that's why nice people avoid them. Come on, Suzi, let me stroke your pretty pussy and show you some things your husband – what's his name, Kirk? – can do that will get you in the mood for whatever games he wants to play. I can do almost everything a man can do, and you can teach him what I teach you."
Suzi backed away. "No… no, I couldn't. I mean, even if I wanted to, I couldn't. Somebody may come through that door at any second, or the telephone might ring… or Mr. Price might buzz me… or…"
Marcy laughed huskily. "Mr. Price isn't going to buzz anyone for quite a spell, but your other points are well taken… and also easily disposed of." She crossed to the door to the hallway and clicked the lock. "There. The love birds don't want to be disturbed any more than we do. As for the phone, that's even easier." She picked up the instrument, signaled the main switchboard, and said calmly, "This is Mr. Rodney Price's secretary. Mr. Price has left for the day and wants you to hold all calls. Anything urgent may be referred to Mr. Meehan."
She turned back to Suzi. "That takes care of that. Now come here like a good girl and let me show you some tricks."
"You're so strange, Marcy," Suzi said. "I don't know you any more." She was trying not to look at the swampy cunt Marcy had exposed again.
"I want you to know me better than ever," Marcy said, sitting on the edge of the desk and then lying back, lifting her knees up until they were against her breasts and then spreading them wide. "Don't look away, Suzi." She began to caress herself, pulling her cunt lips open and sliding her fingers in and out. She held them up so Suzi could see the wetness on them. "Think how that would taste, Suzi. Mrs. Price really grooved on it."
Suzi licked at her dry lips and came closer, as though hypnotized. "Mrs. Price actually went down on you and liked it?"
"Yes, Suzi. That's what happens to anyone who gets within range of my all-conquering cunt."
Suzi pushed the dark hair back from her perspiring forehead and bit her lower lip nervously. "I think you've gone a little crazy, Marcy."
"Touch me, honey, and feel how hot and wet I am, and then tell me I'm crazy," Marcy said huskily. She sat up abruptly, grabbed Suzi's hand, and shoved the palm of it against her pussy, rubbing it in circles on the damp hair.
"Marcy, you're absolutely soaked."
"I know. So would you be if you'd fucked a man and his wife as many times as I have the Prices."
"Oh God, Marcy, I…" Suzi's legs threatened to give way. She sank down on the edge of the desk next to Marcy. "Why did you come back? Why did you?"
"I suppose because I've always had a secret desire to fuck everyone here in the office, but have never had the nerve to admit it before, much less the courage to do it."
"But, Marcy, that's a terrible thing to say!"
"No, it's the liberated thing to say. People think things like that all the time, but don't dare say them. I'd even fuck Mr. Meehan if he walked in here today."
"Ugh!" Suzi said. "He must be seventy if he's a day."
"All the more reason to be sweet and kind to him, Suzi. Older men are so gentle and appreciative. But all that's neither here nor there. It's you I want right now, Suzi. Please lie back on the desk and let me take your panties off and eat the sweet, dark beauty of your cunt."
"No… I couldn't do that… I'm a married woman and…"
"And you want to learn all there is to know about sex so you can please your husband, right? Well, just pretend you're in a school for sex and I'm your teacher."
Suzi's bones seemed to have turned to water, and she sank limply back on the desk. Marcy's hands were on her instantly, shoving the black miniskirt up and out of the way, her fingers caressing the firm young thighs and creeping up to slide the tips under the elastic of the panties. She teased and tantalized the sensitive flesh, tracing down the creases where the girl's thighs joined her body. She laughed throatily when Suzi jumped and moaned.
"You want me to do it, Suzi. You want me to eat you. You want to know what it feels like to have another girl's tongue in your cunt. You want to cum in my mouth and feel me lick up your juice. You want it as much as I do."
"No, Marcy, no!" Suzi sobbed, thrashing from side to side while Marcy pushed the panty crotch to one side and finger-fucked her hard and fast.
Suzi's response to that was passionate. Her lower body leaped up off the desk to meet the invading finger, undulating and jerking wildly. "Ohhhhhhh," she wailed, "I never have been able to hold out on anybody who did that! Damn you, Marcy, damn you! All right, you win! Do it with your hand, do it with your mouth, do it with your cunt, do it with anything at all, but do it, do it, do it! Fuck me, Marcy, fuck me!"
"Wow, when you turn on, you turn on," Marcy said, and ripped the fragile panties off in one quick yank. "Hold it open for me, I want to look at it first."
Suzi's hands came down and parted the thick black cunt hair, kneading the lips as she opened them. She stared helplessly up at the blonde head bending to stare at her most intimate, vulnerable flesh.
Marcy whistled appreciatively. This was a real beauty of a cunt. The lips were firm and fleshy, the slit long and shaded rose on rose, with the round button of the clit, the palest pink of all. "This is going to be a real treat," she said, going around in front to get a better look.
"Marcy, please…"
"Honey, this is beautiful and it smells heavenly," Marcy said, leaning farther forward to touch her tongue to the little pink button.
"Oh dear God!" Suzi cried. "I shouldn't let you. This is terrible… but I can't help myself! Marcy, what have you done to me? I'm a married woman and… and… oh, Marcy!!"
Marcy's tongue had stabbed its full length between the inner cunt lips, and up the darker rose tunnel at their lower end. Suzi tasted as good as she looked, and Marcy began eating her with a will. Dividing her ministrations between the stiffened clit and the vagina, Marcy soon had Suzi breathing heavily and begging for more.
"That's a real out of this world feeling. Ooooooooo, do that. Kirk uses his tongue sometimes, but not like you do… that's wild!" Suzi's long legs flexed and kicked, and she lifted her head to look between them to watch what Marcy was doing to her. "You're right. You do know more than whoever wrote that old book."
"Of course. I know everything there is to know about sex," Marcy said smugly. "I'll be glad to teach your Kirk how to do this or anything else you want. We'll turn him into a superlover."
Suzi's hands crept upward to claw at the bodice of her dress, squeezing and kneading her breasts, plucking at the nipples through the intervening fabric. Marcy's hot mouth licking and sucking at her personal secret flesh was driving her mad.
Marcy slipped her hands under Suzi's bottom and lifted her, forcing her thighs still farther apart with her shoulders so that the lips of her cunt peeled back to reveal the rosy gash in its entirety. She bared the pearly pellet of the clitoris to her worshipful lips and tongue.
"Like a ripe red fruit… so sweet… so filled with delicious juice," Marcy said.
Suzi thrust upward, rubbing her pussy into Marcy's mouth while her whole body quivered with the lust those lips and tongue were imparting to her.
"Deeper and deeper I go, through the inner gates, down the satiny canal to swim in the perfumed lake of love." Marcy's tongue was extended to its fullest, her lips drawn flat against the outer cunt, and her nose buried in the perfumed raven hair and soft flesh of the mound.
"So much… so good." Suzi's voice was a husky whimper. Her bottom rolled on the desk top, her thighs writhing and rubbing white flesh and nylon hose against Marcy's cheeks and neck. Marcy's mouth was full of Suzi's warm fragrance, and her own cunt was dripping with the pleasure of mouthing Suzi.
"I'm close… oh God, I'm close! I'm almost there! So much faster than with Kirk," Suzi panted, tearing at her breasts in her passionate frenzy.
"He'll learn… I'll teach," Marcy mumbled, but her words were muffled by girl flesh and black hair.
"Just a little more… I can feel my lady's sweet cunt throbbing now with the irresistible orgasm that's on its way. More tongue on the sleek, wet walls. More lips on the luscious meat. A little more stirring in the pool of lava and…"
"Oh Marcy, Marcy!" Suzi's fingers twisted her nipples painfully as her pussy pulsed and her sobbing breath announced her climax.
But Marcy didn't stop. Her tongue kept licking and lapping and nuzzling her face into the sloppy, overrun cunt. And while she was doing that, she was also stripping herself and Suzi until she was completely nude and Suzi was left in her garter belt, stockings, and shoes.
"Don't leave me, don't leave me!" Suzi cried, holding out her arms and rocking from side to side. "Make me cum again, darling!"
"I will," Marcy promised, getting up on the desk, "but this time with my cunt. Scoot up a little so we don't fall off."
Suzi did, and then Marcy was on top of her, burning the swampy slit of her blondeness in the other girl's dark forest.
"Good… good… grind that hot, sweet, loving flesh into me! Give me that flesh, like my flesh but so different!" Suzi was starting off from the high point of her climax without ever coming down. She slithered and slid on the polished desk tops trying to get closer to Marcy, trying to shove through to her backbone. "Ohhhhhhhh, this is heaven… this is paradise!"
Suzi's long legs kicked up in the air, and her arms locked around Marcy so that their breasts strained together almost as wildly as their cunts.
"Lovely, lovely, Suzi! Sweet-cunted baby!" Marcy crooned, and brought her mouth down on the other girl's. "Taste it. Taste the liquor of your cunt on my lips and tongue, and know how wonderful you are!"
"I never had anything like this before," Suzi moaned, plunging her tongue into Marcy's mouth to taste her own juice. "How strange, how fantastically exciting! Fuck me, Marcy, fuck me!"
Marcy could feel the strong surge of her own climax approaching, and drove harder and harder to produce Suzi's second one, an orgasm that was so marvelously fulfilling.
Suzi got her legs around Marcy and kicked at the girl's rump, leaving stinging red marks from her sharp heels. Marcy didn't even feel them as she rode the thumping, bumping female under her. Time after time the hard clits rammed together, and the black and blonde pussies squashed flat against each other. Suzi screeched with sheer lustful joy, and her body throbbed and thrashed until Marcy was sure they were both going to go thudding to the carpeted floor.
"I'm going to make it! I'm cuming again!" Suzi squealed, and Marcy slammed harder and faster, feeling unbridled passion sweep through her and pitch her into a fiery abyss and consume her totally. She came with such force that it startled even her.
Suzi's eyes were unfocused, and she flopped around like a gaffed fish as her orgasm was wrenched from deep in her soul, breaking through the boundaries of time and space. She was transformed from physical to spiritual, and the change brought fresh gushes of liquid love to flood the gasping cunts.
"I must be in heaven," Suzi sighed. "I've been picked up on a soft white cloud and wafted off to heaven. Or maybe it's more like blasted there on the golden launching pad of Marcy's lovely cunt. Marcy, I think I'll leave Kirk and come live with you."
Marcy giggled. "If you come to live with me, bring Kirk along. You mustn't be exclusive with your love. You have to give and give and give, and the more you give, the more you have."
"But that's immoral," Suzi said.
"For you maybe, not for me," Marcy said. "Dr. Villiers liberated me from all that. I'm free. I can have sex with anyone I want to, and sometimes I think I want to fuck the whole world."
"You're a nut," Suzi laughed, "but a sexy, sexy nut. Now you've got me started, I don't want to stop. What do we do next?"
Marcy inched herself upward over the girl's body, letting the hot cunt juices smear over Suzi's belly and breasts and on up to her mouth. "Here, drink the sacred juice, sip the Suzi. Marcy cum and make us one."
"Ummmmm, groovy," Suzi murmured, sliding her hands along Marcy's thighs and dipping her tongue delicately into the creamy rivulets oozing from Marcy's rosy slit. "Hey, that does taste good! No wonder old lady Price went ape for you! Hold still, I'm going to drink every drop and make you cum like you did me!"
"Suzi, doll, you're a fast study," Marcy said giddily. "And here's one more tidbit you can add to your knowledge." She swung her body around so that she was facing Suzi's feet, and lowered her perpetually overheated pussy to the girl's seeking lips.
"Lovely… lovely… lovely. Lick, lick, lick." Suzi seemed to like the sound of her voice saying the words as she performed the acts. "Get… all the… nice… girl juice. Yummmmmmmmmmm."
Content with her latest conquest, Marcy located the pink rosebud at the top of Suzi's luscious treasure, and began the delightful task of making the girl's third orgasm the most powerful and enjoyable yet.