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…"