"You know now, dear Mrs. Price," Marcy whispered, her hand cupping the woman's buttocks and her fingers roving up and down the crevice between them, lightly touching the anus.
"God, look at her!" Rodney mumbled around a mouthful of sweet-scented flesh. "She loves it! After all these years, one lick from Marcy and that frigid witch goes ape!"
"You probably didn't know how anyway," Agatha said. "I doubt that any man does."
"Oh, but I can teach him. I can teach both of you, just like Dr. Villiers taught me. We've all got to teach each other, or the world's going to end in hate and death instead of becoming gentle with love and life."
Despite the hindrance of the soaked crotch of the panties, Marcy managed to draw both lips of the woman's pussy into her mouth, and was sucking on them. Mrs. Price clasped her thighs around the girl's head, and Marcy could feel the smooth nylons sliding against her cheeks, and the muscles under them flexing with the unusual pleasure she was receiving. Marcy was receiving pleasure from what she was doing, as well as from what the woman's husband was doing to her. In fact, all three of them had drifted into one of Marcy's lovely pink hazes, and seemed joined by a kind of symbiosis of ecstasy.
"Groovy… groovy cunt… sweet pussy," Marcy mumbled, and thrust her tongue full length into Mrs. Price's tight sheath. Her mouth was filled with curling gray pubic hair, and she had managed to work the tip of her little finger into the even tighter asshole. The thought went through her mind that maybe if she could get the finger in as deep as the tongue, they might meet somewhere in the labyrinthian coils of the woman's body.
"Oh God, Marcy! So sweet… nothing like this ever before… you dear child!" Unable to hold herself, even partially erect any longer, the woman was sinking down onto Marcy, pushing her over backwards on the altar of Rodney's body, almost but not quite taking Marcy's golden cunt out of his mouth.
"You like that, don't you, you old phony? You did having that kid eat your frosty cunt!" Rodney snarled, as his wife's knees came to rest on his shoulders and her slip came down over both his and Marcy's heads.
"Yes, I love it! It's doing more for me in a few minutes than that fat old cock you're so proud of was able to do in twenty years of marriage! You never once made me cum, you bastard! You fucked me and fucked me and filled me with your gooey old sperm, but not once did you bother to wonder if you gave me any pleasure. Then you couldn't understand why my cunt turned into the dried up prune that this lovely child is rejuvenating with her delicious tongue."
"Poor Rodney," Marcy said. "You never used your tongue! You didn't think… you didn't love enough."
"Maybe not," Rodney admitted between licks at Marcy's clit, "but you weren't exactly cooperative either, you know. Hell, I remember the time I suggested soixante-neuf. I thought you were going to jump out the window! 'You want to put that filthy cock in my mouth… my mouth!!' That was the trouble, you thought your mouth was holy and not to be contaminated, just as you thought your cunt was holy and nothing was fit to put in it. Nothing until Marcy, that is."
"Oh Agatha darling, you shouldn't have said a thing like that to Rodney," Marcy said reprovingly. "A cock is a wonderful organ! Any woman should be proud and happy to suck a cock! I adore doing it!"
"But you're such a child of love that you adore everything about sex," Mrs. Price said, kissing Marcy's bare back as she lay draped over the girl. "You're making me so happy, darling, so beautifully happy."
"Then will you do something for me?" Marcy asked, as she finally located a tiny clit at the apex of the woman's swollen love lips.
"Anything, darling, anything!"
"Can you see your husband's tall, strong cock standing up behind me like a might oak tree?"
"Humph! It isn't all that impressive."
"Wouldn't you like to suck on that for a while? Wouldn't you like to give poor Rodney the best blowjob he ever had?"
"No, I most certainly would not! I never heard of anything so outrageous!"
"Aren't you grooving on what I'm doing to you?" Marcia asked, circling the heretofore neglected clit with her electrifying tongue.
"Ohhhh, yes," the woman gasped, her voice gone husky with desire.
"Don't you want me to make you cum?"
"Oh, you couldn't do that. Marcy. Wonderful as this feels, you couldn't make me cum. I never have."
"Sweetheart, I promise you that before I get through with you today, you will have corn not once, but many times," Marcy said, sucking the clit between her lips and bringing an excited whimper from Mrs. Price.
"That's good… oh, what are you doing? You didn't really find a clit, did you?"
"I sure did, and it's like a tiny, tiny baby prick. You'd love the feel of cock in your mouth, Aggie, if you'd just give it a try."
"But – it's so unsanitary, and such an unladylike thing to do."
"Don't you think I'm a lady?" Marcy asked.
"Of course, dear," Mrs. Price hastened to assure her. "Every time I saw you in the office I thought what a sweet little lady you were."
"Well, I suck cock all the time, and I'm going to do it for Rodney later on, so why shouldn't you? After all, he is your husband."
"But Marcy…" Agatha Price was staring down across Marcy's smooth young back and firm white buttocks at Rodney's erect shaft. She shuddered.
"Please… do… that… for… me."
Each word was underscored by Marcy's tongue stabbing deep into the woman's simmering wet pussy. "Please, please, please."
"Yes, yes, anything you ask, sweet girl," Mrs. Price gasped, her hands sliding around to cup Marcy's breasts, her fingers caressing passionately.
"But if I do that I'll have to crawl down farther over you and my – my cunt won't be in your mouth any more. I couldn't stand that, Marcy. I'd die if you took it away now."
"I'll go right with you," Marcy promised. "I'll bend over backwards as you move and keep your pussy in my mouth while you get to his cock. Okay?"
"Yes, yes, you lovely child! If you can manage that, I'll do it."
"Marcy, don't!" Rodney objected. "I don't want her to suck my cock. She wouldn't do it right anyway, and if you bend any farther backwards, I won't be able to keep my mouth on you!"
"Yes you will, lover," Marcy said. "I'm a pretty good gymnast. I'll stretch the top part of my body to go along with Aggie, and still keep my crotch right where it is on your loving face."
"All right then," Rodney agreed. "Go ahead then, you old bat! If you think you can take it, go on and get a mouthful of something real for once in your life!"
"Don't get yourself in an uproar, buster," Mrs. Price said. "I'm doing this for her, not you. I'm going to make believe your dirty old thing is Marcy's sweet girl cunt. That's what I'll be imagining while I'm gobbling your nasty old man meat."
"Just don't bite me with those tough teeth," Rodney grunted, as Marcy slowly bent backward with the woman's forward movement, careful to keep her lower body where it was and her mouth firmly glued to Mrs. Price's cunt.
"Ugly looking thing… bet it smells bad too," Mrs. Price was examining her husband's weapon from close range now, sniffing suspiciously. "But that – that smells kind of sweet and spicy. What is it? That can't be you, Rodney. You never smelled like that in your whole life!"
"Taste it, Mrs. Price darling," Marcy suggested. "Just put your tongue out and give it a little lick and see how you like it."
"I know how I'll like it," Agatha said. "I won't like it at all!"
Marcy was buried under the tangle of Mrs. Price's slip, nyloned thighs, and silk panties, but she could make out a little glimmer of light and see Rodney's dong standing straight up with his wife's pursed lips poised over it.
"Go on, Aggie, taste it," Marcy urged, stabbing wildly with her tongue to entice the woman to do what she wanted.