"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.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sheila was relaxing now, letting her excitement build up. She even moved her bottom a little and pressed closer to Marcy's mouth.
"That feels so funny, but it is kind of nice. No one ever told me it would feel good to have someone lick me there and I don't remember it in any of the books I read."
Marcy paused long enough to giggle. "Books don't tell you everything, dear. When it comes to sex, there's nothing like firsthand experience. You were dry as a bone when I started, little girl, dry. Now you're getting wet."
Sheila sucked in her breath as Marcy's tongue found her clit and drew a circle of fire around it. "That's going to burn right through my belly and out my back."
Mickey was bouncing up and down under Marcy's ravening cunt. He rolled and pounded his bottom against the pile of mail bags, his legs widespread to brace himself. His voice was a husky croak as he felt the overwhelming sensation of his first in-woman orgasm.