Pulling on her skirt and blouse once more, Marcy unlocked the door and started down the hall toward the mail room. She left Suzi in a state of semi-conscious bliss, sitting behind her desk staring blankly at the typewriter. Marcy figured it was safe enough to leave her, since officially Mr. Price's office was closed for the day. Her dazed condition would keep her out of the way while Marcy completed the rest of her mission at Price-Meehan. And what remained might prove to be the most exciting segment of her assignment – the seduction of Mickey, the office boy, who reminded her so much of her own dear brother Jimmy.
Mickey had always played the brash kid around the office, making a big thing out of his verbal passes at Marcy, the blushing virgin. Marcy grinned to herself when she thought about all the times he had turned her cheeks scarlet. Was he ever going to get a shock when he encountered the new, super sexed Marcy! She felt excitement churn inside her as she pictured in her mind what she was going to do to the boy.
She paused outside the mail room and listened. The whisperings and giggling from within told her what she wanted to know – Mickey and Sheila were both in there. Well, that was all right. She was ready for another double-header. Marcy was getting to the point where it was somewhat of a bore to have sex with only one other person. It had been all right with Suzi because Suzi was kind of special, and it had given her a breather. But she was all set now for some more troilistic kicks, and who better to swing with than a couple of strong, limber teenagers?
"Stop that, Mickey! Don't – someone might come in." Sheila's voice was half-teasing, half-pleading.
"Well, well, it sounds as though our bookish little Sheila isn't as standoffish as I thought," Marcy murmured to herself.
"Come on, Sheila, just let me feel you," Mickey was saying. "Just let me put my finger in your cunt for a second. Shit, you can't get knocked up by a finger!"
"I know, but once you get a finger in, you might want to put something else in, and bent over the files like this I might have a hard time stopping you."
Marcy's eyebrows shot up. Now that was really asking for it!
"Please, Sheila, please! You got me so hot I can't stand it."
"I don't care. You knew when you started this I wouldn't let you go all the way. I told you I was a virgin."
"So am I," Mickey admitted sheepishly. "I talk a lot about girls and I kid around with Suzi and Marcy, but I've never really been with a woman."
Could that be true? Marcy wondered. If it was, if they were both virgins, she was really in for a challenging and stimulating experience.
"Please, Sheila, just let me pull your panties down and look at your pussy. Spread your legs just a little bit more, and keep leaning over pretending you're filing. I can jack off while I'm looking at it, and it won't hurt you at all. You won't even know I'm doing anything."
There was a long pause, and then the rustle of cloth. "All right," Sheila whispered breathlessly. "You can look, but don't you dare touch!"
Marcy pushed open the door and stepped silently into the room.
Sheila's long, light brown hair veiled her thin face and big granny glasses as she bent over a lower file drawer. Mickey had pushed her skirt up around her waist, and her panties down around her ankles. The girl giggled self-consciously and lifted one foot free to place it a foot or so from the other one, so that Mickey, squatting behind her, could see her girlish pussy.
"Hey, ain't that something!" Mickey said in awe, reaching to spread the thin white buttocks to get a better look. "That's the cutest little old cunt I ever did see."
"Don't touch, you promised not to touch!" Sheila hissed. "You can look all you want while I finish filing, but don't dare touch!"
"But it's so pretty, such a cute little pink slit. It makes me feel goosepimply all over just looking at it."
"Why don't you kiss it, Mickey?" Marcy said. "Kiss Sheila's little girl cunt and bring it to life."
"Wh-what?" Mickey stumbled to his feet, almost falling, and stared at Marcy as though she were a ghost. "Where'd you come from?"
Sheila tried to straighten up, but banged her head on a partially open drawer at the top of the cabinet, and staggered sideways and fell onto a pile of mail sacks. Marcy cross to her quickly and pulled the long patchwork skirt up from the front, exposing the brown-haired mound at the juncture of her thin, white thighs.
"Kiss Sheila's cunt, Mickey," Marcy repeated.
"Miss McCall! You don't know what you're saying!" Sheila gasped, slamming her knees together and trying to cover herself with her hands.
"Or perhaps you'd rather kiss mine," Marcy said, going to the boy and placing a hand on his crotch.
The boy jumped, his eyes almost popping out of his head. "Miss McCall!"
"What's the matter, Mickey? Isn't this what you wanted?" Marcy fondled his erection lovingly. "That's the impression you gave when you made all those remarks about my breasts and legs, and tried to look up under my dress."
"I… uh… you're… I mean…" Mickey was trembling and blushing as Marcy pulled his zipper down and reached inside his pants to seize his strong, young cock.
"You do remember all the times you tried to see my cunt, don't you, Mickey? Well, now you're going to see it. I haven't got any panties on today, and I'm totally available, Mickey. You can look at my cunt, stick your cock in it, lick it, and do all kinds of groovy things to it."
Mickey's mouth opened and shut and opened again, but he couldn't get a word out.
Marcy pulled his cock free of the pants and waved it in Sheila's direction. "See that, girl? Do you know how good that would feel buried in your pussy? No, I'm sure you don't. It would feel like nothing you ever had before, like a burning brand rammed into your soft, sensitive flesh, like a rod of steel crammed inside you. But it would be heaven, too."
"Miss McCall, you're acting and talking awful funny," Sheila said. "I'd better go get the nurse or…"
"Don't you dare move, you little beast, or I'll see that you're fired tomorrow!"
"Fired? How can you? You're not the boss."
"No, but I fuck the boss and that's just as good," Marcy said. "In fact, I just got finished fucking Mr. Price and Mrs. Price! How does that grab you, you mealy-mouthed, mush-headed ass-grabbers?"
Both young people were staring at her openmouthed. She took advantage of their shock to drag Mickey toward the girl his his cock. Lifting the girl's skirt again, she reached down with her free hand and twisted her fingers in her cunt hair and yanked.
"Ouch!" Sheila yelped, and tried to get away. But Marcy slipped a finger into the virginal slit and pinched at the sensitive clitoris until the girl whimpered helplessly and opened her legs wide.
Marcy tugged downward on Mickey's cock, and he knelt between Sheila's extended legs. "A cock is meant to be put into a cunt. That's the name of the game, and if you're going to play, play it right. Looking and feeling are fine as preliminaries, but the main event is putting this in that." She demonstrated by holding Sheila's nubile legs open and guiding Mickey's organ into the entranceway of her cunt an inch or so. "There. Hold it right there while I strip for action."
The two stared stupidly from their linked bodies to Marcy, who dropped her skirt and blouse as she told them, "Believe it or not, when I left this office a week ago I was a virgin too. It's a most distressing state to be in, and thanks to Dr. Villiers I am cured. Now I'm going to pass the favor along and do the same for you."
"Miss McCall, you're naked," Mickey said.
"Naked as a jaybird and seething with lust," Marcy said, patting her blonde cunt. "How do you like that, kiddies? Which of you wants to eat my cont first?"
"I think I'm going to faint," Sheila said. "I have never heard such talk in my life!"
"Talk is just the beginning," Marcy laughed. "Don't faint now or you'll miss out on all the fun. Let's get that dress off, you little prick-teaser!"
"Mickey, are you going to let her talk to me like that?" Sheila wailed. But Mickey was too busy looking at Marcy's gorgeous pussy to hear her.
"You two have got a lot to learn." Marcy said, watching Mickey bump his dong ineffectually against the girl's outer lips. "But you've got the right girl to teach you. I'm the number one sexpert, and I'm here to teach you everything I know."
"You're an expert in just a week?" Mickey asked. "You did say you were a virgin a week ago?"
"Right, but the fucking I've done in a week most people don't get around to in a lifetime," Marcy said. "Now I want both of you to get out of your clothes. We've got a lot of work to do."
"But what if someone comes in?"
"No one will. I called the switchboard and told them Mr. Price was gone for the day, and good old Suzi has been so thoroughly fucked, sucked, and plucked that she won't recover for hours. So there's nobody up here on the top floor but us, kiddies, and we can fornicate to our heart's content."
"I don't want to," Sheila sulked. "This is dirty."
"You don't know enough about the subject to have an opinion," Marcy said, slipping her fingers into the girl's cunt around the head of the boy's shaft. "You just be a good girl and do what Marcy tells you. Get undressed."
Mickey started to obey, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off and then peeling off his undershirt. But Sheila just lay there, glaring defiantly, the skirt of her granny dress draped over Marcy's wrist and Mickey's prick.
"Sheila, you must be backward, and nobody loves a slow learner," Marcy said, letting go of the joined genitals and removing the girl's glasses before grabbing the hem of her dress and stripping it off over her head. She lift her trying to cover her small, bra-less breasts with her hands.
"Don't be such a little prude," Marcy said, pulling the hands away. "Now, isn't that better? Doesn't being naked make you feel all tingly and ready, willing, and able?"
"No, I'm not the least bit ready or willing," the girl said, and leaped to her feet as Mickey shoved away from her to get out of his pants.
Marcy caught Sheila's wrist and spun her around, bringing their naked bodies together. She heard the other girl suck in her breath in surprise and fear as breast met breast and belly fitted into belly. Holding Sheila tightly against her, Marcy rubbed her always juicy cunt over the girl's smaller, drier one.
"Miss McCall, are you queer?" Mickey asked, staring in wide-eyed astonishment at the two female bodies joined in passionate embrace.
"Not so's you'd notice it, baby," Marcy said, reaching out to caress his stiff cock and thrilling to the feel of it throbbing in her palm. "Dear, dear Jimmy boy…"
"Jimmy?" the boy choked. "I'm Mickey."
"Yes, I know who you are, dear little brother," Marcy said, off on another fantasy. "Now let's get down on the mail bags, babies, and we'll have ourselves a three-way fuck."
"You say the most awful things," Sheila said, but her breathing was heavy as Marcy soul-kissed her.
"That's the way, three little nudies all in a row," Marcy said, sinking down on the mail bags, with Mickey on one side of her and Sheila on the other. "Now who wants to fuck first?"
"I'm scared," Mickey admitted. "You come on so strong and you're so sexy. I don't know whether I can or not."
"I'm scared too," Sheila said.
"Now, children, don't be frightened! It's the most wonderful thing in the world!" Marcy said, her face shining with evangelical zeal. "It's why we were put on this earth! It's why you were given this…" she bent her head and kissed the tip of Mickey's cock, "and why you, my darling, were given this!" she moved her head between Sheila's thighs and her lips was finding this part of her mission frustrating. She was used to eating juicy cunts, and this one was dry as a bone.
Mickey was another matter. He was writhing helplessly under her, not quite knowing what to do, and more than a little frightened by her oral attack on Sheila.
Still holding Sheila so she couldn't get away, Marcy returned her attention to Mickey. "My sweet Jimmy boy… darling little brother! Your big sister's cunt is all yours now." She pressed her lips against Mickey's half open ones, and plunged her cunt-tasting tongue deep into the boy's mouth.
She held him that way for a long minute, his cock buried to the hilt in her flaming morass of lust, his balls flattened against her plump cunt mound and her outer lips spread over his whole pubic area, turning it to fire.
When she finally released his mouth, Mickey was gasping for breath. "Miss McCall… Marcy… why are you doing this to us?"
"Sweet Jimmy… sweet baby," Marcy murmured. "I've always were just a toddler, I've wanted you. Ever since you I've wanted your cute little prick in my pussy. I just never would admit it before."
"But I'm not Jimmy! I'm Mickey, the office boy! Can't you tell the difference?"
But Marcy was beyond reason, caught up in her incestuous fantasy. Her enjoyment of the boy was twice what it would have been if she'd admitted to herself that he wasn't the younger brother whose crime had resulted in her visit to Dr. Villiers.
She wanted to fuck Jimmy, so fuck him she did. She slammed down on his quivering rod, rolled her cunt around his palpitating red knob, rubbed her wide open cunt over his cock and balls, and soaked his whole lower belly with her lusting juices.
"Marcy… please… I feel so funny," the boy said huskily, and Marcy, with a grunt of sheer lust, came in a hot flow that almost floated Mickey's cock out of her cunt. But cuming didn't slow her down. She rolled her butt and ground her pussy more firmly into the boy's crotch so as not to lose him. Then she kept right on fucking.
Her mouth renewed its assault on Sheila's dry furrow, and now she was beginning to get results. She pulled at the girl's hips until Sheila reluctantly slid down and hung her legs over Marcy's shoulders. The light brown pubic hair was damp, and Marcy thought she detected a tiny trickle of virginal dew oozing forth, to be lapped up eagerly by Marcy's craving tongue.
"Marcy, why are you doing this to me? You're making me feel so odd… all hot down there where your mouth is. Oh, oh, oh… that feels like electric shocks when you touch that little spot. Your tongue is like a firecracker. Please stop! I'm scared… scared!"
Mickey was beginning to panic again too. "Miss McCall, please! Let me go! If you don't let me up, something terrible is going to happen! You've got me so trapped here, and I feel like I'm going to explode! I don't know what to do… what to do…"
"Fuck, children, fuck," Marcy told them. "Fuck me in the mouth, Sheila love, while Jimmy baby-fucks my cunt, and we'll all go to paradise together!"
"Oh… God…" Mickey looked positively pale around the gills. The boy was shaking all over, and his fear added to Marcy's lust for him.
"My poor, sweet baby… my darling little brother. Jimmy's little weenie is afraid of his big sister's hot old cunt," she crooned, and brought her lips back to Mickey's body, kissing his thighs and belly and hairless chest.
"I'm Mickey, not Jimmy, Miss McCall. Why can't you remember?"
"I do remember, clear back to when Jimmy was a dear little baby," Marcy said, astride him now on her hands and knees, her aching, yearning pussy poised within an inch or so of his aroused but reluctant cock.
"He's so frightened, he's shaking all over, but he's going to give me his sweet baby cock, he's got to because it belongs to his big sister."
"She's kind of freaked out, hasn't she?" Sheila whispered to Mickey.
"I don't know, I…" the boy said, and then Marcy's cunt descended suddenly and engulfed his hard tool. "Eeeeee… ohhhhhh! I don't know and I don't care!"
"Mickey, Mickey! What is it? What's wrong?" Sheila asked in alarm as the boy sank back moaning, and the impaled Marcy began to rock back and forth.
"Nothing's wrong… everything's right! All of a sudden, everything is right!"
"What do you mean? What's the matter with you? You're acting so strangely." Sheila pulled herself up higher on the pile of mail bags and leaned to the side, trying to see where the rosy folds of Marcy's cunt were devouring Mickey's manhood.
Seeing the girl's pink slit so close to her face, Marcy's mouth darted toward it, licking out at the brown-haired pussy.
"Marcy, no! Don't… please don't!" Sheila cried, trying to push the mouth away. But Marcy wasn't to be denied. Her all-conquering mouth, like her all-conquering cunt, was not to be turned aside once it had fixed on a target.
The girl's young cunt was tight and unused, the pussy lips flat and the hair tasting of soap and the barest hint of perspiration. Marcy forced her tongue between the labia and began to slide it up and down, searching for some small spot of dampness in the dry little desert.
Mickey was moaning and groaning beneath Marcy as she drove up and down on him. Her well-trained vaginal muscles were squeezing the rubbery flesh of his cock, and her steaming juice was dripping onto his balls and upper thighs. The boy seemed to be enjoying the thunderous assault, but he was in no way participating…
"Marcy, you shouldn't do that," Sheila wailed, "it isn't nice." She tried to pry Marcy's fingers loose where they gripped her neat bottom. She attempted to get her unaroused cunt free of the invading tongue.
Marcy held on, refusing to be rejected. Her tongue licked deep into the girl's virginal channel, touching the hymen that kept her from going clear to the bottom, prodding the tight walls and tormenting the inner lips. There was a wetness in the girlish grotto now, but it was mostly from Marcy's saliva. Marcy burned into the girl's pussy.