"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.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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?"