"I'm cuming! I'm cuming! Oh, my God!" Mickey had grabbed Marcy by the buttocks and was ramming into her with all his young strength. "There, Marcy, there! I'm creaming into you!"
"Of course you are, Jimmy, and that's what big sister wanted," Marcy mumbled, still working on the girl, wanting her mouth filled with virgin cream like her cunt was.
Sheila was leaning forward on Marcy's face now, her shyness and reluctance forgotten. "Lick me… suck me… use your tongue! Do something!"
Mickey had gone limp, but Marcy kept rotating her hot sheath around his semi-soft cock, coaxing it back to rigidity so she could ravage him again.
"Is this the way lesbians do it, Marcy?" Sheila asked, holding on to Marcy's head and shoving her pussy still closer. "Am I a lesbian because I dig this so much?"
"This is the way all real lovers do it," Marcy said, lifting her head briefly. "This way and a thousand others. This is one way to turn everyone in the whole world on to love."
"But you can't turn me on again so soon," Mickey said. "You might as well quite moving around like that. I can't…"
"Of course you can! You're only fifteen, and boys your age can do it a dozen times without stopping if they have someone to show them how."
"Are you going to show me how, Marcy?" he asked, getting his hand between them to feel if he was getting hard.
"I'm showing you right now, Jimmy."
Mickey took his hand away and frowned. "Why do you keep calling me Jimmy? What kind of crap is that?"
"Shhhh. Don't ask questions, just fuck," Marcy said, and returned to rooting in Sheila's hairy nest.
"My legs are turning to mush… they won't hold me up." Sheila's breath was a hot gasp now. "Can I just support myself on your tongue, Marcy? Can I just hang here with my pussy on the end of your tongue forever and ever?"
"You're about to cum, baby," Marcy said triumphantly, feeling the pulsing deep in the girl's cunt that told her she had succeeded.
"Cuming? What's cuming? I don't – OH GOD!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Sheila shook and quivered as her cunt spasmed against Marcy's mouth. Her vaginal muscles tightened on Marcy's tongue, and she jerked spasmodically while Marcy lapped avidly at the suddenly sopping flesh.
"Eeeooooowwww!" Marcy's howl joined Sheila's as she too reached the apex of rapture.
Sheila fell away from Marcy's mouth and lay in a limp heap beside Mickey, her legs wide as her pink niche continued to convulse with unexpected pleasure.
"Now! Now's the time!" Marcy said, rolling off Mickey and urging him toward the girl by pulling on his dripping cock. "Fuck her, Jimmy! Take her while she's wet and ready!"
"Wh-what?" The boy was startled and confused.
His prick started to shrink, and Marcy leaned over and kissed the head, licking him desperately to counteract the deflating effect.
"She's ready, I tell you," Marcy babbled, tugging him in Sheila's direction. "You'll never get it in a virgin as ready as this one!" She pushed Sheila back down as the girl tried to struggle to a sitting position, and forced the slender thighs open. Then she dragged the boy between them.
"Rape her, Jimmy, rape her! I did all this for you and now I want to see you bust her cherry! I can't do it, so you do it while I watch! Having my little brother do it will be just like doing it myself."
"Miss McCall, I'm not your brother and I'm not going to do that to Sheila if she doesn't want me to." Mickey pulled back as Sheila whimpered in fear at the sight of his swollen shaft approaching her virginal pussy.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Marcy fumed, getting behind him and trying to force him into the vulnerable core of the cowering girl. "Rape her right now, you little idiot! Bust that cherry! It may be the last chance you'll ever get! They're not that plentiful any more!"
The boy's inexperienced prick butted against Sheila's soft cunt mound, and he grunted and pulled back, only to have Marcy's hand dart around from behind and guide him up to the tight lips of the pussy again.
"In, in!" Marcy was in an absolute frenzy of lust. "Give it to her! I want to hear that hymen pop!"
"No, no, please," Sheila begged, and then raised her voice and yelled, "Help! Help!"
"Did someone call for help?" a voice asked from the doorway. Marcy looked over her shoulder to see Suzi standing there, her outthrust breasts gleaming in the bright fluorescent light, and the black patch of cunt hair at the top of her shapely legs still damp from her bout with Marcy.
"Come on over and help me, Suzi," Marcy said. "We have a reluctant rapist here and a protesting virgin. They really want to fuck, but they've suddenly got stage fright. Come hold her open while I shove him in."
"Okay," Suzi said, "and you don't mind if Kirk joins us, do you?" She turned back to the door and waved, and a tall, hairy-chested, naked young man came inside. "I called him and told him what you said about sharing sex with us, and he couldn't wait. He rushed right over and got stripped for action before we came looking for you. You can see how ready he is."
Marcy saw and licked her lips. "Yum-yum. I kind of suspected you'd be hung like that, Kirk. I wouldn't have admitted it then, but I kept sneaking looks at your crotch that night Fred and I double-dated with you and Suzi."
"Oh, that's something else, Marcy," Suzi said. "Since you're going to be making it with Kirk, it seemed only fair that I get to do it with Fred. Is that all right with you?"
"Sure, that's only fair," Marcy said, and giggled half-hysterically. "Poor Freddy probably needs some good hot cunt after the way I've made him wait for so long."
"Good. I'm glad you feel that way, because I called him too, and told him to come on down, that we were having an office party."
Marcy's eyes widened. Did she really want Fred in on this? Did she want the man she was engaged to marry to see her fucking another man? Did she want to see him with another woman? She shook her head to clear it. Of course she did! What would Dr. Villiers say about any girl who thought of getting married if she weren't willing to share her husband's prick with her friends?
"Groovy," Marcy said. "This'll be a heavy scene. Now come on over and help with this game of rape."
Suzi and Kirk walked toward the threesome on the pile of mail bags.
"Who's the victim?" Kirk asked casually, leaning over and letting his rigid shaft touch Marcy's cheek.
Marcy's head turned, and her tongue flicked out to lick along the throbbing surface. "Wow, is that ever a meaty treat! But to get to your question, this is Sheila, our efficient, studious mail room clerk. She has just had the first orgasm of her life, thanks to my loving tongue, and now she is objecting to having her cherry popped by the very boy she was teasing into it when I came in and joined the fun."
"I haven't been to a gang rape in years," Kirk said. "Can I have bloody seconds?"
Sheila squealed, her fearful eyes on Kirk's weapon, and tried to get away, but Marcy was too quick for her. She flung herself across the girl and said to Suzi and Kirk, "Come on, help me! You two hold her down and I'll get behind Jimmy and force him in."
Mickey was so bewildered and stunned by the arrival of the naked Suzi and her husband that he hadn't moved. He had never seen even one naked woman before, and now here there were three, all within touching range. Three different sizes of bare breasts, three different colors of cunt hair, and three different sets of female curves covered with soft, smooth, exciting flesh. He just sat back on his haunches and watched while Suzi and Kirk each took one of Sheila's legs and stretched them apart, opening the girlish cunt as wide as it would go.
"No, no!" Sheila yelled again. "Help! Help!"
"What's all the yelling about?" an authoritative voice inquired, and they all turned to find Rodney Price staring at them from the doorway. He was just as naked and aroused, as the last time Marcy had seen him; and his wife's hand was gently massaging his upright cock.