"Oh well, the more the merrier," she said philosophically, and began to lick up and down the plunging shaft as well as the mushy flesh around it.
Having lost her place between the monstrous buttocks when Mrs. Swenson flopped onto her back, Karla was now scrambling over the lust-drenched pile looking for a place to insert herself. Spotting Marcy's spread legs and the wide-open slit between them, she wormed her way in under Marcy's legs until her tongue made contact with the burning crevice. Just at that moment, Dr. Villiers swung around, and with his prick still buried in Mrs. Swenson's puffed-out cheeks, he got both hands under Marcy and lifted her. That enabled Karla to stretch out between Marcy and the Swedish woman, and push her red-tufted pussy into the triangle already formed by Mrs. Swenson's twat, Kyle's prick, and Marcy's mouth. By also tilting her buttocks upward, Dr. Villiers was able to bring his mouth close to them, and Marcy was unexpectedly treated to the extraordinary experience of having the doctor's long, red tongue inserted in her anus, where it pushed past the sphincter and began to delve lustfully into her innards.
Marcy was presented with an even more extraordinary configuration before her mouth. Never had so recent a virgin been presented with such a feast of lust. Offered for her delight were a mammoth juicy cunt, a big cock fucking joyously into it, and a red-tufted miniature of the first pussy trying to join the action by rubbing against the thrusting lance.
Breath hissing through her teeth in her frantic excitement, Marcy dove into the middle of all the lusting flesh, driven almost mad by the jolts of pleasure from Karla's tongue in her hot box and Dr. Villiers tongue twisting in and out of her rosy little asshole.
This was an absolutely mad situation, she knew. Marcy McCall couldn't be doing this! Marcy McCall wouldn't dream of touching her tongue to wet pubic hair and slippery, hairy testicles, nor would she stab it into the steamy swamp that was the canyon between Mrs. Swenson's thighs. And she most certainly would not suck with such deep pleasure another girl's throbbing clit. What would her friends back in Plainview think if they could see her now? What would her more sophisticated friends in San Francisco think, for that matter? More to the point, what would Jimmy think if he knew his big sister was just part of a pile of bodies doing every dirty thing they could think of to each other? And – oh God! – what would poor Fred think? Funny, she hadn't thought about Fred since she entered this place. What would Fred think if he could see his fiance now? His Ice Box Cookie, his Snow Maiden? How could he reconcile her with what she had become – a sex machine to be used for sucking cocks, licking cunts, and receiving pricks in any or all orifices of her body.
She knew she should be blushing with shame at such thoughts, but she wasn't. The only one that really shook her was what would Jimmy think. What if slender, sensitive, sandy-haired Jimmy should walk in and see her as part of a pile of fucking, sucking, writhing, groaning, grunting, lust-driven flesh, instead of as a dignified, individual human being?
She bit down harder on Karla's clit, and drove her tongue deeper into the pungent river of cunt juice that was beginning to flow out around Kyle's thrusting manhood. What would Jimmy do? Would he scream in horror and run away, never to see or speak to his sister again? Or would he – she shivered violently at the thought – would he just tear off his clothes and leap into the heap? Would he seek her out and stick his precious young prick into whatever opening was available?
The dark excitement of that thought drove Marcy to fresh efforts. She twirled her tongue around Kyle's man flesh, and rode it inside Mrs. Swenson's pussy to lick the inner walls. Then she went back to Karla's knob of a clit, and chewed and sucked it.
"Do that some more," Karla whimpered. Marcy did it some more. She caught the clit between her lips and rolled it around and around. She opened her mouth wide, and sank her tongue into the girl until her teeth scraped the outer folds of her cunt. Female juice filled her mouth, filled her throat, and her whole body vibrated from the hot thrill of it.
Suddenly there was a loud grunt from Kyle, and he creamed into Mrs. Swenson in another of his torrents. The force of it shook the whole pile of human flesh. And as the spicy wetness overflowed the great cavern, Karla followed her brother's example and climaxed, even as she rammed her tongue deep into Marcy and brought the girl upward into a flaming paradise intensified by Dr. Villiers thrusting into her nether channel. Next in the chain reaction was Dr. Villiers himself, and he gave a low shout of triumph as his throbbing cock spilled into Mrs. Swenson's mouth, and then all over her face. The Swedish wo-mouth, and then all over her face. The Swedish woman's climax followed almost immediately, and it was a thing of wonder to see. She grunted like a gaffed whale, thumped her massive buttocks on the quaked and shook. When she was finally still, they all lay quiet for a few minutes, their heavy breathing a chorus of satisfaction.
"That was very nice, X-999," Dr. Villiers said finally. "You have one of the most delectable asses it has ever been my pleasure to explore."
"Thank you," Marcy said.
"It all came off rather well, I thought," Dr. Villiers continued, adjusting his glasses and getting out his notebook.
"Would you call that an orgy?" Marcy asked.
"Good Lord, no!" Dr. Villiers sounded shocked. "An orgy, my dear, is when people get together and drink and eat, sing and dance, and then take off their clothes and indulge in various obscene acts."
"But we…" Marcy began.
"Now we didn't have anything to drink or eat, did we, my dear?" Dr. Villiers said, jotting down some notes in his book.
"No, we didn't, and I'm getting hungry."
"And I don't remember any singing," he said.
"No, but…"
"Surely no one was dancing?"
"No, but we did do an awful lot of obscene things," Marcy insisted.
"Obscene? What a thing to say!" Dr. Villiers looked around at the Karlows, who were languidly licking other people's jism off each other's thighs and genitals, preparatory to building up another head of steam. "Did either of you see anyone do anything obscene?"
"Nary a one, Doc," Karla said, and returned to probing the tiny slit in the end of her brother's prick with her tongue.
"Of course we didn't see anything like that," Kyle said. "We know you don't permit such behavior around here."
"Then what was it we did?" Marcy asked.
"We performed a series of scientific experiments, my dear," Dr. Villiers said, vigorously dotting an in his book for emphasis.
"I'm not sure I understand the difference," Marcy said.
"Well, my dear, when people fuck, eat cunts, and suck cocks at an orgy, they do it for fun. But when we do it here in the laboratory, it's research for the advancement of science. That makes all the difference in the world."
Mrs. Swenson snorted. "Bullshit! What we did was dirty as hell – dirtier even than a Swedish movie, and I loved every minute of it! Let's do it all over again! Come on, everybody fuck me!"
She spread her meaty thighs and showed them the yawning chasm between. "Come on, any two of you! Any three! All of you at once!"
"My, my," Dr. Villiers said, making another note in his book, "beneath that starched exterior we seem to have uncovered a volcano of lust."
His black eyes surveyed Mrs. Swenson's prodigious offering dispassionately, considering it with his usual objectivity. "No – no, I think not. You were the center of our last endeavor, my dear. This time, since our investigations are basically aimed at the progressive sexuality of a recent virgin, X-999 shall merit our full attention."