Bert Phelan

A degrading affair

CHAPTER ONE

The tall, dark man with the pencil-thin mustache took Marcy McCall by the hand and led her across the sidewalk to his waiting limousine. "We will go to my laboratory now," Dr. Dirk Villiers said.

Marcy nodded and followed him obediently. It had been an order, not a request, and from now on she had no choice but to do as this self-styled scientist told her to. Not five minutes ago she had signed away her right of free choice, her privacy, and her freedom.

As soon as they were seated in the rear of the car, Dr. Villiers spoke to the driver and then turned his piercing black eyes back to the girl beside him.

"There now," he said, settling himself comfortably, "we are alone."

"Are we?" Marcy asked, glancing at the chauffeur's reflection in the rear view mirror.

"Yes, quite alone," Villiers said. "Forget Monty. He'll be much too busy with the traffic to pay attention to us."

His hand moved quickly, opening Marcy's blouse and pushing aside her bra to bare her large, creamy breasts. Then he sat looking at the twin mounds, tipped with puckery, coral-pink nipples, as though considering a deep philosophical question. Marcy made no move to cover herself. She was too stunned by the events of the last few days to react with her usual virginal fear. Besides, it would be useless to protest or try to deny this man anything. She was his to do with as he pleased for as long as it took him to conclude the experiments he had planned.

Dr. Villiers' big hands came up to cradle her breasts. He toyed with the perky peaks until they hardened, then squeezed them between thumb and forefinger. When she didn't respond in any way, he sank his fingertips into the firm white flesh and tightened his grip until she gasped with pain. Then he laughed and released her.

"Big, firm and resilient," he commented. "They should be just about right for several projects I've been putting off for lack of a suitable subject."

Marcy said nothing, but when one of his hands snaked under her skirt, pushed aside the crotch of her panties, and touched the hairy triangle between her thighs, she sucked in her breath sharply.

His fingers opened the sensitive lips of her sex and moved inside them.

"What – what are you doing?" she asked, squirming uneasily.

"Just testing, my dear," Dr. Villiers said. "Making sure you have the kind of cunt I require for my research."

"What is the research for?" She noted with embarrassment that her thighs were flexing involuntarily around his wrist.

He chuckled. "Let's say I'm writing a monograph entitled Sixty Variations on Conventional Sex Practices as Performed by a Willing Virgin. You are willing, aren't you, my dear?"

In spite of her firm intention not to show any emotion, Marcy couldn't keep her breathing from speeding up as those arrogant fingers violated her most intimate parts. She could feel them deep in the well of her cunt, shoving in and out between the tight lips, massaging the delicate membranes.

"Yes, I'm willing," she heard herself say. "Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. Anything – it doesn't matter. If you want it, I'll do it with you."

"With me and with anyone else I command you to," Villiers said. "If I tell you, 'Fuck that man,' or 'Eat that woman's cunt,' or 'Suck that man while his partner fucks you,' you'll do it! Do you understand?"

Marcy shut her eyes and nodded. Yesterday the very use of such words would have offended her deeply. She had never allowed such vulgarisms to be uttered in her presence. All sexual organs, male or female, had been "privates", and "fuck" was something she not only didn't do, but refused to think about. But now here she was, unable to keep the sound of the words from affecting her, any more than she could keep his fingers from stirring up a hot lather in the blonde-tressed furrow between her legs. Her nostrils flared as the musky fragrance of her own cunt juice drifted up to her. The scent seemed to fill the whole car, and she was sure the chauffeur could smell it too, although he kept his eyes straight ahead as he steered the expensive car across the Golden Gate Bridge into Mann County.

She moaned, and without meaning to, slid her hips forward on the seat, opening her thighs wider so Dr. Villiers could get another finger into her. Her naked breasts were rising and falling rapidly, the nipples hard and aching, and her panties were becoming soaked. "Please stop – stop!" she gasped.

"I never stop an experiment once I have started it, my dear," Dr. Villiers said in a calm, unhurried voice. "That would be bad manners as well as bad science. You must cum for me before I can stop."

"Oh, no – no!" she cried, flexing her legs and then spreading them wider. She was lying almost flat on the seat now, and looking up, she could see herself in the rear view mirror. Her skirt was up around her waist, her legs were spread wide, and her thick forest of pubic hair was in plain sight under her wet panties. The plump pink lips of her vulva were exposed, with the man's fingers in the center of them, pumping into her innermost recesses. She looked absolutely wanton, and if the driver happened to glance over his shoulder, he would see exactly what she was seeing.

Shame turned Marcy's face red. "Please – please, let me up!" she begged, but her buttocks were wriggling frantically, and she saw her hands come up to grasp Dr. Villiers' hand and try to force his fingers in deeper.

"Very passionate for a virgin," he observed, and leaned forward to suck the nearest coral-tipped breast into his mouth.

Marcy bucked like a wild thing, almost torn apart by the violent sensations that possessed her. He bit down on the nipple, and something inside her skyrocketed and burst into a thousand falling stars, while her vagina contracted sharply and sent fresh gushes of juice onto his hand.

When it was over, she lay back spent and uncaring, her legs still sprawled open and her cunt exposed. What had happened to her had never happened before, and she was startled and dismayed to find herself so susceptible to this man's will.

"Who are you?" she asked, turning her head to look up at him. "You're not really a doctor – you can't be."

"No, not the kind of doctor you mean," Dirk Villiers told her, sniffing at his fingers before wiping them on a clean linen handkerchief. "I'm a Ph.D., an anthropologist engaged in experiments in human sexual response. You, my dear, are the newest of my laboratory animals."

"I don't understand," Marcy said.

"You don't have to. Laboratory animals aren't expected to understand the nature of an experiment."

Fear cut through Marcy's trancelike apathy, and she sat up quickly. "Laboratory animals? Like the kind they cut up?"

Dr. Villiers smiled. "Oh, I shouldn't think we'll go that far. Vivisection won't be called for. One of the more interesting factors of the study of sex as science is that all experiments can be best performed on living, breathing creatures."

Marcy drew a deep breath of relief.

"Of course, I suppose there is some interest in the practice of necrophilia and…"

"Necro – what?" Marcy didn't know the word.

"Necrophilia. It means fucking a corpse, my dear," he explained matter-of-factly. "A rather esoteric predilection that…"

He stopped as Marcy turned chalk-white and looked as though she were about to faint. He patted her knee comfortingly. "Don't worry, my dear. Interesting as such a study might prove, we'd have difficulty obtaining subjects of either the fucker or fuckee persuasion." He chuckled at his macabre humor.

Marcy didn't think it was funny. As her terror receded, her puritan upbringing took over. "Must you always use those disgusting words?" she demanded.

"Scientific precision, my dear. We always try to use the shortest, most descriptive words to deal with a subject." He raised the damp handkerchief to his nose and sniffed appreciatively. "Mmmm, what a delightful blend of soap, talcum, and spicy cunt juice."

Marcy wrinkled her nose in distaste, and turned to stare out the window at the passing countryside. She needed to cairn her inner turmoil and get her thoughts in order. How odd it was that she should be sitting here in this car with a perfect stranger, letting him take her God only knew where. He said he had a laboratory at Tiburon, and she'd have to believe that since they were headed in that direction, but she had serious doubts as to the legitimacy of the research project he claimed to be conducting. However, she thought, if he were engaged in anything illegal, would the newspaper have published his ad? Probably. They were interested primarily in the fee, and not in what happened to anyone foolish enough to answer the ad. No, she couldn't blame the newspaper. She was the one who had answered the ad, drawn by its very bizarreness, and thinking it an answer to her prayer, a way out of her dilemma. Tucked away in the Personal columns, it had sounded like a joke, or a put-on.

WANTED: Virgin, 20-25, to, assist in sex research program. Will pay $20,000 for loss of certain intangibles and services rendered. Call Dr. Villiers at Embassy Hotel day or night.

Marcy sighed deeply. Yes, it had been her own doing. She had made the phone call. She had signed the papers agreeing to take part in the experiments and releasing Dr. Villiers from any responsibility for any damage she suffered, physically or psychically, as a result. But she had done it not for kicks or through a sense of adventure, but simply because she had been forced into it by circumstances beyond her control. If only she and Jimmy had never left the small Middle Western town they'd been born and raised in! If only they hadn't come to San Francisco! If only she hadn't gotten a job as a stenographer with the bond company of Price-Meehan, and then asked Personnel if they could use a seventeen-year-old boy as a messenger. If only – no, there was nothing to be gained in going over all that again. She'd been over it a hundred times already. The past was past, and she had to go on from here.

There was no way she could go back and change the fact that their mother and father had been killed in an automobile accident. Neither could she change the fact that she and her brother had used the insurance money that was left after the double funeral to escape from their grief and loneliness, and incidentally, the boredom of small-town life, by heading west to the glamour and excitement of California. No, she couldn't change that any more than she could change the fact that Jimmy had taken up with a young gang of thieves who had used him to gain access to one hundred thousand dollars worth of securities.

It was for Jimmy she was doing this. The company that had been robbed had generously offered to keep the boy out of the case if he would return the fifteen thousand which had been his share of the loot. Only Jimmy hadn't had the fifteen thousand to return. He'd lost it in a crooked dice game with his confederates.

Terrified of going to jail, Jimmy had begged Marcy to help him, and as she had all his life, his big sister had promised. She couldn't bear to see Jimmy suffer. She had been six when Jimmy was born, and had adored him from the moment Mother brought him home from the hospital. Entrusted with a great deal of responsibility for his care, she had petted and pampered and spoiled him. She had built her whole life around him, in spite of the protests and warnings from their parents and others. Well, it looked now as though they had been right and she'd been wrong.

At twenty-two she was still a virgin, and when she had come across that peculiar ad in the morning paper, it had seemed like a miracle. Her beloved brother was in danger, and if her virginity was a negotiable asset, she would use it to help him. Of course, she had never thought of it as negotiable until the very second her eye fell on that ad. She blushed even now to think she was actually selling herself, putting a price on her body. But how else could she raise twenty thousand dollars? She had paced the floor for hours trying to think of something, but had finally faced up to the bitter truth – there was no other way. She couldn't ask her fiance, Fred Ward. He was only a clerk in an office, with no more access to large sums of money than she had. Besides, if he knew it was for Jimmy, he'd refuse point blank. He was jealous of their closeness and rapport. He wanted her all to himself, and didn't want to share her with anyone, least of all Jimmy. He had even implied on occasion that there was something abnormal in their relationship, that maybe Marcy's refusal to allow him certain intimacies was caused by her fixation on her brother. No, Fred would be of no help, and there just wasn't anyone else she could call on. She either had to call the number given in the ad or tell Jimmy she had failed when he needed her most. Then he would have to face the consequences of his own act, and take whatever punishment was meted out. No, no, she couldn't do that. It was unthinkable! The thought of Jimmy in jail caused her such anguish that anything else was preferable.

And so the choice had been made. Marcy had made the phone call and set up the appointment with Dr. Dirk Villiers.

"We have arrived, my dear." Dr. Villiers' voice broke into her unhappy thoughts, and Marcy blinked and looked around.

They had stopped before a large, rambling house set well back from the street on extensive, beautifully landscaped grounds. It looked more like a luxurious mansion than a research laboratory. Marcy was more confused than ever. She had expected a building made of concrete and steel, an efficient, medical kind of place.

As though reading her mind, Dr. Villiers said, "Don't let the exterior mislead you, Marcy – or the interior either, for that matter. I have found that, unlike other experimental animals, human beings function best for my purpose in luxurious surroundings. And so, in the interest of science, I provide them. But please keep in mind that you are, first and last, a research tool and nothing more." He took a small notebook from his pocket and consulted it. "You are Laboratory Animal Number X-999, to be specific. Do you understand?"

Marcy lowered her eyes and nodded silently.

"Very good, my dear. Now let's go inside."

He helped her from the car, and Marcy followed him up to the house on legs that felt like rubber. Her heart was thudding with fear and something else something she couldn't quite identify, or didn't dare to.

As they stepped through the door into a luxuriously furnished entrance hall, a young couple came running eagerly to greet them. The young man was tall, slender, and handsome. His light auburn hair gleamed in the subdued light, and his bare chest above his tight white pants was tanned to a golden hue. The girl with him had a pretty, doll-like face, hair a little darker red than his, and skin like golden cream. She wore white velvet hot pants and a bolero to match, and her bare breasts bounced into view as she ran.

"Dr. Dirk, you have returned!" the young man said. "You have come back to direct our symphony of eroticism!"

"I am not conducting a symphony, Kyle," Dr. Villiers said. "You are taking part in a carefully coordinated, multi-faceted scientific investigation."

"I don't care what you call it," the young man said. "Karla and I have missed you. Deprived of your inspiration, our human potential has stagnated."

"Yes, Dirk, we really did miss you," Karla said, bending her head to kiss Villiers' hand. "This place has been very dull without you."

"A drag, a positive drag," Kyle agreed, putting his arms around the other man and trying to kiss him.

"Enough!" Dr. Villiers said, shaking them both off. "I have brought a new experimental subject. This is Marcy McCall, Number X-999. Is there a laboratory prepared where I can conduct my initial experiments with her?"

The pair looked hurt and disappointed, but managed to keep smiling. "Yes, Doctor Dirk," Kyle said. "Laboratory Number One is fully prepared."

"Fine," Dr. Villiers said. "Number X-999 and I shall go there at once."

Karla flashed a look of pure hate at Marcy, but when her eyes returned to Dr. Villiers they shone with worship again. "What a lucky girl she is! I shall never forget your initial experiments with us. It was such a shining moment in our lives!"

"Will you please quit chattering and get out of the way," Dr. Villiers said impatiently. "My scientific curiosity must be appeased at once!"

"Yes, doctor," Karla said, and turned to lead the way upstairs and then down a richly carpeted hallway. She stopped halfway down the hall and threw open a door. Marcy stared in surprise. Instead of the test tubes, metal table, and blazing lights she expected, there was a huge circular bed, softly glowing lamps, and erotic paintings on the walls.

"This is a laboratory?" she asked.

"Of course," Villiers said. "A laboratory for sexual experimentation. Did you think it would look like a place where they make cultures for germ warfare? Or a breakfast cereal plant?"

He turned to Kyle and Karla. "This is most satisfactory. You may go."

The two burnished heads bowed, and the golden-skinned couple backed out of the room.

With them went all that remained of Marcy's determination to remain calm and untouched by whatever happened. She started to tremble, all her fears and scruples rushing back. "This is most improper," she said. "I think it would be best if I left right now."

"Nonsense!" Villiers laughed. "Experimental animals know nothing of proper or improper. They exist only for scientific experimentation."

Marcy tried another tack, anything to postpone the inevitable. "That Kyle and Karla – are they your colleagues?"

"Ha!" Dirk Villiers' laugh was sharp and contemptuous. "They are brother and sister, subjects S-124 and S-125. They are of interest only because of their omni-sexuality. They have no potential as human beings, only specimens. As you will see, they are capable of conceiving lust for almost any person or object presented to them, including each other."

Marcy's eyes became saucers. "You mean…" she hardly dared breathe the word, "incest?"

Villiers shrugged. "It is one of their milder deviations, and of no concern to us at the moment. You will learn more about the Karlows later."

Calmly, and with no apparent emotion, he reached out and ripped off her blouse, yanked her bra loose, and tossed both to the floor. Skirt, garter belt, stockings, and panties followed. Then he stood considering her, his brooding eyes moving from the large, creamy breasts with the ripe cherry nipples, down to the narrow waist and flaring hips. The full-fleshed thighs held his gaze briefly, but it was the honey-colored triangle between them that obviously intrigued him most.

"Yes, X-999, you'll work out fine. I don't believe I've ever seen a lovelier example of your species. Most, especially of your advanced years, are ugly or flat-chested, or both. You are remarkable – truly remarkable."

"Species?" Marcy asked. "What species?"

"The class of female I refer to as Ravaged Virgin, my dear. It has enduring scientific and personal interest for me."

Marcy stared at him as a rabbit might stare at a snake. "You're not going to – not now – not you!"

"Why not me? That's what you signed up for, to get rid of your cherry, and there's nothing I enjoy more than relieving a girl of that inconvenience."

He leaned over, and using both thumbs, spread the plump pink labia so he could see the glistening folds and convolutions of soft flesh that lay inside. He inserted an exploratory finger, and grinned as her pelvis involuntarily thrust forward.

"I think you had better lie down on the experimental table now, X-999," he said. "Lie down, open your legs, and prepare the specimen for experimentation by my tongue."

Marcy gasped and shut her eyes. She had no intention of doing any such thing. The very idea of telling her to stretch out on that sinfully big bed and permit him to – oh, what a dirty thing to suggest! Did he really think she'd let him stick his tongue in there? No man had ever done that to her – no man should ever want to!

"No!" she said aloud. "I won't do it!"

"But my dear, you are already doing it," Dirk Villiers laughed.

Marcy opened her eyes and found herself flat on her back on the black satin sheet, her legs so far apart that she might have been attempting to do a split. Her back was arched, and the fragrant valley at the base of her belly was lifted toward him in wanton invitation.

Shocked into immobility by the treachery of her own body, Marcy watched while the man stripped rapidly. The sight of his strongly muscled body, with its drifts of black hair on chest, belly, and thighs frightened her, but there was an underlying excitement and fascination she couldn't deny. When his massive cock and balls came into view, Marcy gasped in disbelief.

"What's the matter, X-999?" he asked with a sardonic smile. "Is there something about me that bothers you?"

"Y-yes," she said through chattering teeth, and pointed. "That!"

"And what is that called, X-999?" Dr. Villiers asked, taking the huge prick in his hand and moving closer to her. "Tell me its name."

Marcy gulped and licked at her lips nervously. "Uh – ah – it's – it's your p-peter."

"My what?"

"Your – your peter."

"Oh, what childish nonsense! Tell me its real name!" He came nearer, aiming the big, red-capped cock at her unguarded cunt lips while he stroked it into full erection. "Say the word! That's part of the experiment."

Marcy's mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out. He knelt on the bed between her legs and let the throbbing prick touch the inside of her thigh.

"Tell me what this is!" he commanded.

"Y-your – p-penis," Marcy quavered.

"A penis is something a little boy has," he said, and rubbed the hardened flesh over the velvety skin at the top of her inner thigh. "A man has a cock, a prick! Does that feel like a penis to you?"

Marcy bit her lip to keep from moaning as the hot man-flesh sent jolts of electricity, through her quivering body.

"Don't be afraid of the words," he said, passing the rigid shaft lightly across the open, yawning lips of her dripping cunt. "Tell me what this is, X-999!"

"It's – it's your c-c-cock," she finally choked out.

"Right! And that's the way you will refer to it in the future! You are going to become well acquainted with my cock! You will be impaled on it, skewered and fucked by it! You will take it in your mouth and suck it! You will get to know it better than you know yourself, so do not hesitate to use its proper name!"

Marcy closed her eyes, not wanting him to see how she was being consumed by a wild inner fire she had never known before. She was engulfed in waves of physical passion she had never imagined possible.

"This part of the procedure is for your sake, as well as for the scientific information it will yield," Dr. Villiers said. She felt his breath on her belly, and then the stirring of her silken pubic hair. "Your cunt is tight, and to ram my big cock into it without some preparation might be unnecessarily cruel. Don't misunderstand me, however. Before this night is over, you will have experienced pain as well as ecstasy. But to start with, I choose to initiate you gently."

Marcy felt his hot, wet tongue search through the curling blonde tendrils that covered her mound, locate the open pink petals, and slither between them.

"Ohhh, what – what are you doing?" she wailed, as the tongue drew back and then stabbed at the sensitive clit. "D-don't do that! Take your tongue out of my privates!"

Villiers' head jerked up in surprise. "Your what?"

"My privates," Marcy repeated.

"My God, girl, must you be so mid-Victorian? This slit between your legs is a cunt! I told you that before. It's a cunt, a repository for the male cock! In a very short time, I intend to give you empirical evidence of that."

He used his fingers to open her wider, and plunged his tongue deep into the molten cavity of her throbbing pussy.

"I asked you to stop that," Marcy gasped. "I'm a respectable girl, and I don't allow men to…" Her voice drifted away in a lovely pink fog that had come from nowhere to enfold her.

"Perhaps you would prefer this?" Villiers said, taking her hand and moving it to his swollen shaft. She felt the heavy flesh resting in her palm, and trembled, unable to separate her terror from an equally strong longing.

His tongue was avidly at work now, gliding over the slippery surface of the swollen cunt lips and pausing frequently to lick at the tiny clit, where all her wild new sensations seemed centered.

"Please – oh, please," she moaned, unaware that her hand had closed over the giant cock and was clinging to it tightly. Her protests trailed off into a series of whimpers and uncontrollable squeals.

She could hear another sound too, a slurping noise. It sounded like a cat drinking milk, but it was coming from between her thighs.

The pink haze was turning darker as the man's tongue circled the button of her desire, then drew it between his lips and sucked it. Then she remembered something.

"What – what kind of experiment is this?" she panted. "You're not taking any notes."

"I'm not, but there are cameras trained on us, and delicate instruments are measuring your every response to each new thrill."

"Oh… ohhhh… ohhhhh!" she whimpered, moving her buttocks so that her sopping cunt rubbed wetly against his mouth. Flashes of pleasure lanced through her from the tip of his tongue, and Marcy began to go a little insane. She squashed her dripping honeypot all over Villiers' face, and reached blindly to grab him by the hair. Her fingers touched his ears instead, and without hesitation she used them as handles to pull his head deeper into the steaming juices of her perfumed slit.

Then, on an impulse she didn't understand but couldn't resist, Marcy dropped one hand back onto Dr. Villiers' giant shaft. Even in her frantic excitement, she couldn't help comparing it to her fiance's. Not that she had ever intentionally looked at Roger's prick. But once, when they had been swimming in the ocean, a gigantic wave had hit them unexpectedly, dragging his trunks down his legs and giving her a shocked glimpse of his organ. She supposed he was about average in size, but he didn't begin to compare with this enormous tool.

Just feeling it with her hand and thinking about it started the strangest, strongest urge in her. It shocked her to her puritanical depths, but she had to admit to an outrageous desire to take that awful thing in her mouth! She wanted to feel it bulge her cheeks out, she wanted to lick it and suck it – wanted to taste it! She must be completely out of her mind, but she wanted desperately to have that long, thick pole crammed into her mouth!

CHAPTER TWO

Driven by her wild need, Marcy repositioned herself, being careful not to remove her simmering cunt from Villiers' mouth. Then her lips were making a path through the thick hair on the man's chest and hard, flat belly. Who would have thought so clean shaven a man would have so much hair on his body?

Dr. Villiers' tongue was like a flaming torch as he licked and coaxed, her toward orgasm. The fire he was building in her golden cunt was sweeping through her whole body, like red-hot lava moving down the side of a volcano. Her mouth tasted of the salt of excitement, her thighs were twitching, and her round bottom was pounding the mattress furiously. The soft petals of her pussy pulsed around his tongue, trying to suck it in deeper.

She felt him guiding her inexorably to climax, felt the floodtide building up in her loins and overflowing into her cunt. Then the dam broke, and she gushed hotly into his mouth. But now that she was started, Marcy didn't want to stop. She wanted to go on and on to higher and higher levels of pleasure. If she could get her mouth on him, it would be even better. Her lips moved along his strong, hairy thighs, and she felt him wriggling in anticipation as her mouth approached his massive cock. He urged her on with fresh assaults on her blossoming cunt lips.

Marcy's mind was whirling. When she could think at all, she was wondering why she was doing this. Simply for the money that would save Jimmy? No, not now. There had to be another reason. Maybe because since the moment she had first set eyes on this man, she had been subconsciously stirred by the animal-like virility of him, excited by the erotic energy he exuded.

She didn't know, and she was in no condition right now to think the problem through. All she could do was obey the impulse that had overpowered her. Villiers' wiry pubic hair was under her lips, and then she was staring up at his towering erection, her eyes widening at the close-up view of reddish-brown skin, blueish veins, and purplish red cockhead. At first she was aware only of its size. But desire overcame her fear, and her mouth began to water. Her tongue flicked out and traced a wet path up the side of the monstrous pole.

How odd he tasted! Slowly she worked her way around to the other side. It was sticky there, and the taste was different. She thought he must have overflowed a little, in anticipation of her mouthing. How strange to taste a man's semen – his seed. It was the substance intended for a woman's womb, not her mouth. Marcy hesitated, thinking she should stop this unnatural act.

But Dr. Villiers had other ideas. Impatient with her tentative approach, he grabbed her by the hair and jammed the eight or nine inches of hard cock into her mouth as far as it would go.

"Never begin an experiment you don't intend to finish," he told her, rolling them both over so he was on top and could pound the heavy cock in and out between her lips.

Marcy tried to protest, but her tongue was slammed back against her tonsils and she couldn't make a sound. It was either suck or strangle. In desperation, she pursed her lips around the intruding member and started sucking. Almost at once, she was overwhelmed by the feel and taste of the prick in her mouth.

She worked her tongue free and began running it in circles around and around the awesome lance, while her lips sucked deeply. Time drifted by in a vague, shadowy way. Marcy breathed occasionally, and was vaguely aware that the pulsing of her cunt lips was alternating with her sucking mouth. There was a sweet-salt taste on her tongue, and she was acutely conscious of the feel of the shaft pulling almost free of her suctioning mouth. Then it would ram back in with such brutal force that it threatened to jar her teeth loose. But even that was part of the pleasure, of the joy she had never known before – the novel thrill of being used as a mere receptacle for hard cock.

Suddenly Dr. Villiers stiffened, and a low growl escaped his lips. Marcy felt the cock start to pulse, and frightened, tried to pull away. But as she began to turn her head, he pressed down, flattening his testicles against her chin and lower lip, and holding her fast with his hairy thighs.

"No, X-999, you must swallow it or the experimental data will be incomplete. You have hired out to engage in important research, and you must not hesitate to carry out each act to fulfillment, or you will invalidate the results," Dr. Villiers explained unemotionally, as his cum flooded her mouth.

Marcy swallowed, and the warm liquid shot down her throat. At the same moment she felt her own orgasm beginning. The lips of her cunt contracted, and the muscles deep inside spasmed, sending fresh moisture to dampen her thighs.

The doctor made a clucking sound. "Most interesting. Experimental Animal X-999 is capable of achieving orgasm without actual physical stimulation of the genital area. Apparently it occurred merely from the pleasure of sucking my cock." He released her head and stared at her thoughtfully. "This is quite fascinating, my dear, and leads me to the hypothesis that you derive more pleasure from serving than from being served. You will tend to be high up on the Sado-Masochist Scale, tending toward the Masochist end."

Marcy raised a shaky hand to wipe at her sticky lips, but Dr. Villiers intercepted it. "No, that would contaminate the sampling. You must swallow all my seed!"

"But…"

Villiers hit her twice with his open palm, rocking her head from side to side. "You are not permitted to talk back during experiments! You will be taught many things pertaining to the nature of your psyche while you are here, but you are not to comment on them! Do you understand?"

Marcy nodded, but she was more confused than ever. His whole attitude toward her was changing. Where he had simply regarded her as a human guinea pig before, he had now turned cruel in a deliberate, more personal way. And for some inexplicable reason, the sting of his palm on her cheek had started a fresh bubbling of excitement deep in the pit of her quivering pussy.

"Since you wish to be used, I shall use you," Villiers said. "I shall direct my experimentation toward the full awakening of your masochistic soul. When I am through with you for this session, you will be a better woman, more fit for the experiences that lie ahead with other individuals."

"No," Marcy protested weakly. "I didn't come here to be treated this way. I agreed to take part in a series of specific experiments and…"

Villiers' fist lashed out, and exploded like a rocket in her face. Her head rocked back, striking the head of the bed, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"You will also recall that the document you signed relieves me of any and all responsibility for physical or emotional injury you may sustain, and requires you to participate in any experiment I see fit to conduct, no matter how ignominious, degrading, or painful it may be to you."

"But I…"

"No! No more talk! You will be quiet like a mouse, and we will both learn much about the whorish nature of your psyche."

"No – I'm a good girl," Marcy whimpered. "I'm a virgin – a virgin."

"Technically, yes," he agreed, "but deep inside you have always been a whore, and from now on you will be Dirk Villiers' whore. Do you understand? You sucked my cock of your own free will, and that has made you my thing."

Marcy nodded meekly. With the force of his blow still making her head ring, that seemed to make sense.

"Of course, Doctor," she heard herself say. "You are right. I am a whore – a cheap, cock-sucking whore."

Just saying the words made her loins ache with lust. She rubbed her thighs together so that the inner lips of her sex would grind together and increase the feeling of pleasure.

"I'm a dirty, cock-sucking slut. What would you have your slutish whore do next? Will you break my cherry with your great strong cock, and leave me split and bleeding at your feet?"

Marcy had never dreamed words could be so wildly exciting. She increased the effect by throwing herself at his feet and starting to kiss them. She kissed her way along the instep of his foot, down under the arch, and over the sole. Then she paused to run her tongue between his toes, wriggling her bottom lustfully all the time. Was this Marcy McCall? Was this the tightly controlled, rigidly reserved virgin who was kneeling before this man, kissing his feet, and feeling her cunt throbbing with the pleasure of it?

"We will preserve the precious cherry for a later experiment," Villiers said. "Right now, I want you to roll over on your belly, spread your legs wide, and present your whorish ass for penetration by my prick."

"Yes, Doctor," she said obediently, still marveling at her new docility. If anyone had dared to suggest such a thing even a few hours ago, she would have been outraged beyond belief. Now she accepted it without question.

She rolled over onto her stomach, her hands stretched up over her head and her thighs spread wide to open the cheeks of her ass. Then she waited patiently, even eagerly, for the pain she knew was coming.

"Excellent!" Dr. Villiers said. "A whore in a whore's position, ready to be fucked as a whore should be."

Marcy squirmed ecstatically, rubbing her lusting loins against the mattress and stirring the already boiling juices to white-hot heat.

Then his heavy body was pressing down on hers, his erect cock tickling along her spine and over the mounds of her buttocks, before pressing into the deep crevice between.

"This is experiment number V-3 on subject X-999," Villiers said, apparently for the benefit of the hidden microphone and cameras. "The penetration by an aristocratic, king-sized cock of the ass of a common woman of the streets. She has been used by so many men that only her ass is tight enough to provide any sensation."

Marcy squirmed lustfully. "Yes – yes," she panted. "I've been used by so many cocks that I'm loose as hell in front."

Dr. Villiers leaned down close and whispered in her ear. "I assure you, my dear, this is going to hurt and hurt badly. But deep down in your heart of hearts, you will love every excruciating minute of it."

"Yes – yes," Marcy breathed, "hurt me, hurt me!"

She felt the hardness of his tool against her delicate little rosebud, and a shiver of fear mixed with excitement shook her. It was almost as though she were a blushing bride about to be taken by her masterful husband for the first time.

The monstrous rod was trying to enter now, straining to force open the tight bud of her anus, shoving hard against the barrier to the unused asshole.

"Ha! It is too tight. We must spread you more," Dr. Villiers said, getting his legs between her thighs and forcing them so wide apart that Marcy was sure she would rip up the middle. She held her breath for as long as she could, and then cried out with the pain.

"What's the matter, little whore? Am I hurting you?"

Marcy nodded, unable to speak, and he twisted a hand in her blonde hair, and yanked her head around so she could look into his stormy eyes. "That is good. Pleasure-pain is the object of this experiment, and you are the perfect subject for it. Hurt you is what we want to do, and hurt you we shall, until you scream and sob with the pure lustful pleasure of it. Do you understand?"

Marcy nodded again, and then felt the head of his iron rod pushing brutally into the tight passageway. It hurt! Oh God, it hurt! Red and black flashes of pure agony stabbed through her, and were followed by alternate waves of the most incredible sensual delight she had ever known.

She screamed silently as the knobby head, having breached the entrance of her anus, was halted by the powerful sphincter muscle.

"Such a tight little ass," Dr. Villiers said. "But you must relax this constricting band so I can probe its pink and brown depths with my hot prick."

"I'm trying – oh God, I'm trying!" Marcy gasped, pounding her fists on the bed. "Don't take it out – please – oh, it hurts so goooood!"

Villiers slapped her sharply on the butt. "Shake your ass, whore! Welcome the prick that pins you to the bed like the slut you are!"

He reared upward and plunged down again. Marcy shrieked as she felt herself cracking and tearing to accommodate the huge weapon. She was sure that a bar of steel rammed up her back passage could be no more searing.

"Let me help you feel more joy," Dr. Villiers said, his arms going around her, his hands seeking her breasts. At first she thought he intended to caress them to take her mind off the knifing, burning rawness her asshole had become.

But she found that he had no intention of depriving her of a single instant of agony. His fingers closed on her tender tit flesh, squeezing and twisting cruelly. Marcy screamed and howled at the sea of flaming pain which washed over her.

"Be quiet, little whore!" he hissed in her ear. "Do you want everyone to know what delicious pain you are enduring?"

"I-I'm s-sorry," she wailed, "I c-c-can't help it!"

"Then I'll have to assist you," he said, and twisted his upper body sideways so he could scoop up her bra and panties from the floor. Jamming the wet scrap of nylon into her mouth, he tied the gag in place with her bra. Marcy wondered what the tangy taste was, and then realized it was her own cunt juice. Somehow that made the whole situation perfect. How fitting that while her ass was being used as a fuckhole, she should be sucking her own cunt juice and sweat from her panties! How devastatingly degrading and humiliating it was! How much more fun this disgusting Marcy had than the cool virgin ever imagined!

"Now we can continue the experiment in proper laboratory silence," Dr. Villiers said, his steely fingers tormenting her breasts again, while his relentless shaft drove in an out of her as relentlessly as a piston.

The pain became a nightmare of piercing, white-hot flame. Her breasts felt as though they were being torn from her chest, and she was sure her asshole would rupture at any moment. But strangely enough, her cunt was awash with the secretions of lust.

Villiers' breathing was harsher and choppier as he reamed deeper into her, his balls slapping against her buttocks as he finally sank the full length of his cock into her belly. Fresh jolts of pain traveled along her nervous system to her brain, making the previous agony seem like a mere itch.

Marcy was screeching and choking behind the soggy gag of her panties when Villiers stiffened, jerked back, and slammed in again. "Aaarrrrgh!" he grunted, and repeated his movements twice more before his cock quivered and shot its load of sperm splashing against her inner walls. His cream burned the raw tissue like scalding acid. But through the pain, and because of the pain, Marcy became aware that her cunt was contracting violently, producing an orgasm of shattering proportions.

"Ah-ha!" Dr. Villiers said triumphantly, and slammed into her more viciously than ever, sending such tides of excruciating pain crashing through her that consciousness faded in a haze of purple agony. She tumbled into welcome darkness, only faintly aware that he was saying, "Experiment completed successfully, but laboratory animal may have expired from the supreme pleasure engendered by it."

Marcy was awakened by something hard being slapped against her cheeks. She opened her eyes and wished she hadn't. Villiers was straddling her, beating at her cheeks with his blood-streaked, gooey prick.

"Ah, the little whore is waking up, brought back to the land of the living by the cock she loves!"

The gag was gone from her mouth, and Marcy cried out as she tried to move. "Ouch! Oh, it hurts it hurts!"

"This will make it feel better," Dirk Villiers said, shoving the shaft of his cock between her lips. "There is your pacifier. Suck on that for a while."

Despite the fact that it was covered with her own blood, and she hated to think what else, Marcy opened her mouth obediently and began licking and sucking the meaty flesh.

"Later, my dear, I will permit you to achieve the total degradation you seek by letting you apply that active tongue to my asshole in another fascinating experiment," Dr. Villiers said. "You'll like that, won't you, X-999?"

Marcy nodded, not because of any desire to do what he suggested, but because she couldn't help herself. Apparently she couldn't help wanting anything this man said she was to do. She didn't know why, but she thought perhaps it had something to do with his utter lack of human feeling. His cold ruthlessness made him totally unlike other men she had known, men who had desired her madly, and whom she had spurned with her cold, unyielding chastity.

"On second thought, it might be best if I sent you away," he said, while she licked his cock with avid lips and tongue. "We have achieved nothing together scientifically. I was so engrossed in my exploration of what a degraded creature you are, that I neglected to make the necessary observations."

"Oh, please don't send me away – please!" Marcy begged, knowing she didn't ever want to give up the marvelous sense of lustful degradation he aroused in her. "Can't you make your observations now, while I'm sucking you?"

He looked at her for a long moment. "Well, perhaps. If you do it well enough, I may reconsider."

Marcy didn't wait to hear more. She began to assault his cock in earnest. She licked the round, purplish head, teasing the tiny opening in its tip with the point of her tongue. Then she used her fingers to stroke up and around the huge shaft, massaging it as she held it out of the way so she could draw the ripe balls into her mouth and roll them between her lips. He growled impatiently, and her mouth quickly traversed the length of the distended organ to the sensitive glans, threatening it with just the edge of her teeth before drawing the whole monstrous thing down into her throat.

Villiers grunted and settled more comfortably over her face, resting his balls against her chin. Again and again her mouth sucked him in, taking the full length of his prick, then letting it slowly escape before drawing it in deep once more. The hot, greedy sucking of her mouth astonished Marcy, but she wanted desperately to make him yield to that pull. Something in his face told her she must do it all herself this time, and make it good beyond anything he'd ever experienced before.

She clutched at his ass cheeks when she felt the quivering that told her he couldn't hold out much longer. The tight sheath of her throat was spongy and wet, and it constricted strongly as she tried to swallow him down to her stomach every time he sank in. Suddenly a wild cry burst from his lips, and his cock throbbed and fountained like a geyser, filling her mouth and overflowing onto her chin and neck.

A low growl of intense pleasure escaped him as Marcy sucked gush after gush of hot, creamy liquid from his pulsing shaft. It spurted and splashed in her throat, and her stomach was soon filled with it.

"Ummmmm! Ummmm!" She made odd moans and whimperings around the thick prick, her cheeks puffed out like balloons. But she didn't stop sucking. She wanted this experiment to be perfect, so she wouldn't be sent away from her joyous torment.

Again and again, when he seemed to have stopped, she sucked more juice from his throbbing flesh. When he finally collapsed, she kept right on licking the drooping staff, until it revived and stirred with returning life.

"Tomorrow you will begin a new series of experiments to test your reactions to troilistic and collectivist sex," he told her, when he had recovered a little.

"Will I like that?" she asked, when he removed his swollen cock from between her lips and rested it on the tip of her nose.

"My educated guess is that you will like it very much," he said. "My two red-headed omnivores, Kyle and Karla Karlow, will be your co-experimenters. And I may as well warn you, they will quite literally devour you."

Marcy made a face. "Why can't I just stay with you?"

"Because it's not scientific," he said. "What am I to learn from a simple one-to-one, male-female relationship? Nothing! The next step in your development is to learn-troilistic and collectivist techniques. We must experiment with these in depth, because they are the sex of the future. They will soon replace the outmoded, static sex acts of today."

Marcy didn't know what he was talking about, and she didn't want to know. All that interested her at the moment was the hard cock he kept just out of her reach. "Please, let me suck you – again."

"No. There is one more task we must complete before I leave you. I must relieve you of a certain condition that is an inconvenience to you and of considerable scientific interest to me – namely, your virginity."

Marcy was surprised. She had almost forgotten that she was still a virgin in the conventional sense.

"Now, let's get on with it," he said briskly. "Spread your legs! Experiment DV-100, Defloration of a Virgin, is about to begin."

Marcy whimpered as he drew the turgid cock down over her face, across her chin and neck, and onto her breasts. He let it linger there, rolling the massive pole over, under and around the showy mounds, setting her nipples on fire with the touch of his burning flesh.

"You have lovely breasts, X-999," he observed. "We shall extend our experiment to include fucking them." He pressed a hand to the outside curve of each lush globe, and squeezed them together around his mammoth shaft. Marcy thrilled to the feel of him ramming his prick between the sensitive inner slopes of her breasts.

"Ah, see how tightly they cling to my cock?" Dr. Villiers said. "See how your flesh loves my flesh, X-999?"

"Yes, yes," Marcy said, raising her head to watch his surging prick thrust forward and back between her breasts. She looked yearningly at the swollen crown, with its pearly drop of moisture oozing from the tiny tip. If only her tongue were long enough to reach it!

After a few more thrusts, Dr. Villiers tired of that game, and moved the heavy weight of his prick down her midriff and across her belly. She watched in mounting excitement as it passed her navel, and slithered through her silky pubic hair until it reached the pink lips of her cunt.

"Ah, here they are," Dr. Villiers said. "The gates to a woman's soul! The passage to her inner being. The reason for her existence. To me, the ultimate creation would be a woman who would be nothing but a cunt, who would live for nothing but to have her burning slit filled with cock day and night. Someday, a woman like that will rule the world."

"I have no desire to rule the world," Marcy said, "but I think I would like to feel your big cock filling my cunt."

"You are fortunate, my dear, that such a perfect prick is at hand to fuck you," Dr. Villiers said. "And it is not by accident that it grew to such proportions. It is the result of intense scientific training since boyhood, and constant manipulation by the well known sexologist, Dr. Alice Villiers, who happens to be my mother."

"Your mother?" Marcy's eyes were big as saucers. "Your mother touched you there?"

"Strictly in the interest of science," Dr. Villiers said calmly. "Her life's dream was to create a super sexed man, and where better to start than with her own son? Yes, from the time I was an infant, she sucked me, masturbated me, and fucked me. And all to intensify my awareness, my interest, and my stamina in the field of sexual exploration."

This frank admission of mother-son incest shocked and excited Marcy. But there was no time to dwell on that now. Dirk Villiers was positioning his rock-hard cock between the open lips of her cunt. She savored the sound of that word in her mind: cunt – cunt – cunt! He was about to drive his fucking cock up her cunt! She wiggled her bottom expectantly, and felt her inner muscles contract with the need to be penetrated and filled.

"Please – please!" she heard herself begging, as the hot prick separated the outer cunt lips, and shivers of fear and passion danced along her nerves. "Do it! Do it!"

"Do what?" Dr. Villiers asked. "You know the word, X-999! Say it!"

"Yes, yes, I know it!" Marcy choked. She gasped and sputtered, and finally managed to nudge the word out past her clenched teeth. "F-fuck me! There, I said it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Good girl!" Villiers said. "You have passed another milestone in your liberation from Puritanism. Now we shall proceed to honor your request."

The hard head of his cock sank in a little, and Marcy felt a fullness and a stretching as his relentlessly probing shaft moved deeper into her sensitive sheath, until it came to a halt against the barrier of her hymen.

"Wait – wait," she pleaded, trying to hold him off with her hand on his flanks.

"Does it hurt?" he asked. "Does my huge cock stretch your little cunt, until you are afraid it will be ripped from its moorings and driven out through your back?"

"Yes – yes," she panted, drawing her knees up and pounding her feet on the bed. "It hurts – it hurts so deliciously!"

"And that is what we are striving for, isn't it?" he said, drawing back slightly and then ramming into her full force, putting all the strength of his powerful buttocks and thighs into the attack.

Marcy screeched, and skyrockets burst in her brain as she felt the hymen give, and something warm and wet ooze out around the mammoth mass of him. It was blood, she knew, and it signaled that she was finally and forever deflowered.

"More – more – more!" she grunted, and his ruthlessly pounding cock pinned her to the bed, slamming relentlessly into her and driving her whole body forward, until her blonde head was butting against the headboard. His hands were holding her legs spread so wide that they were almost perpendicular to her hips. Her golden-tressed cunt was fully open to his violent assault, like the gates of a conquered city to the victorious invader.

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning Marcy was dragged from bed by a strapping Swedish masseuse named Mrs. Swenson, and bullied into eating a breakfast twice the size of the one she usually had.

"Eat it! Eat it all!" Mrs. Swenson ordered. "Dr. Villiers has prescribed each item to increase your strength and stamina for the experiments to come."

"But I'm tired," Marcy complained, "and I ache all over."

"The soreness will be gone by the time you are bathed, massaged, and exercised," the broad-hipped, muscular woman said. "But we have only an hour for all that, so we must hurry."

"Only an hour? What's the rush?"

"Doctor's orders," Mrs. Swenson said. "I do not make the rules around here, I only see that they are carried out. I do not approve of what goes on, but Dr. Villiers is my boss and the pay is good, so I keep my mouth shut and do what I'm told. I advise you to do the same."

"Oh, all right," Marcy sulked, but she let the big woman strip her, and followed instructions to take a hot and then a cold shower. When that was done, Mrs. Swenson lifted her onto a massage table and pummeled and pounded her until her flesh was rosy and tingling, and all her aches and pains were rubbed away.

Dr. Villiers arrived in time to watch as a tightlipped Mrs. Swenson dressed Marcy in long, black net stockings, sheer bikini panties with a zipper from the front to the back of the crotch, and a bra that was merely a display shelf for the lush mounds of her breasts. The doctor took over then, pinching Marcy's nipples into hard peaks and then applying a deep red lipstick to them.

When he was finished, Mrs. Swenson turned the girl around to face a full-length mirror, and Marcy's face flamed as she stared at her reflection. Then the woman brushed her hair until it shone. Could this wanton whore who looked back at her, this tart with the garishly painted tits and underclothes that flaunted her blatant sensuality – could this be the Marcy who had been so prim and proper only yesterday morning? No, it couldn't be! That Marcy wouldn't have permitted her body to be so vulgarly exhibited. That Marcy wouldn't have yielded to the temptation to move her shoulders, and see the brazen globes jiggle. She would not have swished her hips in a suggestive manner that made Dr. Villiers grin and Mrs. Swenson scowl.

"Come along, X-999," Dirk Villiers said, dropping a white, transparent poncho-like garment over the erotic under things. "The Karlows will love you. There's nothing they like better than dressing up for sex games."

Marcy followed him obediently down a long hallway. "Do they – I mean, do they really make love to each other?" she finally found the courage to ask.

"I wouldn't call it 'making love'," Dr. Villiers said. "They fuck each other just as they fuck any other living creature that crosses their path. That is why they make good experimental subjects."

He turned the knob of a door marked Laboratory #2, and entered ahead of Marcy. The Karlows rushed to greet him. Kyle was dressed in a loincloth and headband, and his tanned body glistened with fragrant oil. A copper slave collar was fastened around his neck, and Karla held the other end of the chain attached to it. She was dressed in a flowing Grecian gown that left one shoulder and one high, golden breast bare. Her pretty face was flushed, and in her hand was a small black whip which she had already used, judging from the red welts on her brother's back.

"Dear Dr. Dirk!" Kyle said, and dropped to his knees to kiss the man's feet. The movement caused the loincloth to fail to one side, and Marcy sucked in her breath at the sight of the strong young cock in a state of throbbing erection.

"We have been heightening our sexual sensitivity with an extemporaneous playlet," Karla explained. "I am the cruel mistress, and Kyle is my worshipping slave. He crawls to me and begs permission to lap at my golden fountain as he revels in the pain from the whip."

Kyle's finger ran caressingly up the doctor's legs, and attempted to fondle his prick. "Perhaps our beloved experimenter would care to share our pleasure."

Villiers backed away, shaking his head. "No, not this time. I must observe and take notes."

Karla pouted, and Kyle's red mouth puckered up as though he were about to cry. Watching, Marcy thought how like children they were. Spoiled brats, really, who had been given so much all their lives that they couldn't stand being denied instant gratification of any desire.

Karla stamped her foot. "Why can't you be with us? You know we'd do anything for you! Why do you repay our devotion with indifference?"

"I repay it with scientific interest," Dr. Villiers said calmly. "I have brought the new experimental animal to you. I wish you to teach her the significance of troilistic lust, while I observe from the recording station."

Two pairs of eyes swung to Marcy, and she shivered slightly under their appraising stare. Would they accept or reject her? She didn't know which would be worse.

Karla's pout slowly turned into a sly smile, and her tiny red tongue flicked over her lower lip, while her free hand moved to her bare breast, and began fondling the extraordinarily large nipple.

Still kneeling, Kyle lifted his head, and his expression changed until it was almost an exact duplicate of his sister's. One of his hands moved just openly to erect his prick, and began stroking it.

"Yes, Doctor Dirk, we will be happy to teach your newest subject our games," Kyle said. "Won't we, Karla darling?"

"Oh, yes," Karla agreed enthusiastically. "And look, brother, they dressed her all up sexy for us."

"Her name is Marcy McCall, and her laboratory number is X-999," Dr. Villiers said. "Take good care of her, she cost a lot of money." He strode quickly to a door on the other side of the room, and went through it. Next to the door was what looked like a two-way mirror, and apertures through which cameras could be focused.

"Wait!" Marcy cried, starting after him. "Don't leave me!"

Kyle got to his feet and barred her way, putting an arm around her and holding her close. "He's not leaving us, really. He'll be watching everything we do, and if he gets excited enough, he'll come back and join us. Just relax, and let us teach you the things he wants you to learn."

Karla came up on Marcy's other side, still playing with her big, puckery nipple. "Shall we give her a quick kick to get her mind off Doctor Dirk? That outfit kind of turns me on anyway. Look how those lipsticked tits show through that thin silk. Doesn't that give you ideas?"

Without waiting for her brother to answer, she leaned forward and put her mouth right on Marcy's left breast, expelling her hot breath onto it as she wet it with her circling tongue. Kyle immediately did the same thing to the right breast. The sudden lustful assault caused Marcy to gasp, and her knees almost buckled.

"She digs that," Karla said, sucking noisily on the rigid flesh that gleamed like a ruby through the wet silk. "Keep sucking, Kyle. She's as hot as a pistol already."

The girl's hand darted up under the transparent outer garment, located the zipper, and opened the crotch of the tiny panties. Slipping a finger between the cunt lips, which were still swollen from the activities of the night before, she laughed gleefully. "She's all wet and slippery, and we've hardly touched her. Shall we just keep doing this until we make her cum? It shouldn't take long. Feel for yourself."

Marcy nearly fainted from excitement as Kyle's finger joined his sister's in her sopping cunt. And when both mouths returned to sucking greedily at her nipples through the sheer cover-up, tides of lust crashed through her, and she shook like a leaf in a gale. Two arms, one male and one female, went around her to support her, and two sets of fingers fucked in and out of her juicy furrow. Meanwhile two expert mouths licked and nibbled at her throbbing breasts.

"Wow! She's almost there," Kyle giggled. "Do her clit, Sis, and she'll go off like a firecracker!"

"Yes," Karla agreed, and the pad of her thumb made instant, tingling contact with the sensitive button.

"Oh God," Marcy wailed, jerking and pulling at the arms holding her, trying to get away from, or closer to – she didn't know which – the sucking mouths and probing fingers. She screamed again and fell to the floor, thrashing around wildly. Kyle and Karla fell with her, never stopping their maddening caresses, and obviously enjoying their control over her.

"Cum!" Kyle ordered, his fingers sinking into her passionate depths.

"Cum!" Karla echoed, her touch on the clitoris delicate but sure.

Marcy was lost. All semblance of reason fled, and she shook and trembled as though having a fit, wailing and rolling as orgasm after orgasm swept through her.

"Please," she begged helplessly, knowing she was at their mercy. "Please!"

And finally they relented and let her go.

"Great!" Kyle laughed. "The Doc has got himself a hot one here."

"He sure has," Karla agreed, busy pulling the filmy white garment over Marcy's head. "Now let's get down to some good, old-fashioned screwing. Dirk Villiers can call it an experiment if he wants to, but we all know what he wants to see is some plain and fancy fucky-fuck."

"Please, just go away and leave me alone," Marcy said, trying to crawl away from the reaching hands. "I'm going to take a bath, go to bed, and sleep for the rest of the day."

Karla grinned impishly. "Did you hear that, Kyle? Marcy wants to take a bath and go to bed."

"Groovy!" Kyle said, grabbing Marcy's ankle and hauling her back toward them. "That's just what we'll let her do."

"Sure we will!" Karla giggled. "We'll throw her in the Roman bath, soap her up, and show her what fun it is to play our version of bathtub games."

"And then we'll take her to bed and act out all the dirty jokes we've ever heard about the farmer's daughter," Kyle added.

"No," Marcy said, afraid of her own reactions as much as of this outrageous pair. Their all-pervading sensuality seemed to be catching. She could feel something dark and hidden stir inside her, responding to them. "I'm going to bed by myself."

"No you're not, baby," Karla whispered, bending over to kiss the sloping white shoulders and satin-skinned neck. "We've got all kinds, of things to teach you. Doctor's orders."

"What we did to you just now was only a sample," Kyle whispered in the other ear. "We're the only brother and sister sex team who admit to it openly. There isn't anything we won't do, especially for such a sexy, long-legged cunt as you."

Karma's soft little hands fluttered over Marcy's breasts, caressing them with feather-light touches. "You want us as much as we want you, Marcy. Look how hard and swollen your pretty titties are! You can't fool me. I'm a woman too, you know."

Marcy shook her head in denial of the girl's words, even though she knew they were true. The beautiful bodies so close to her were driving her crazy. The girl's perfumed fingers were gently pinching her nipples, and the youth's thumb was agitating her clitoris, while his palm pressed against the dripping cunt lips, moving in a deliberately arousing circular motion.

"Marcy is going to swing with us," Kyle murmured. "We've got her turned on, and we're not going to let her stop until she's done everything with us."

"Yes, she's all ours," Karla purred, unhooking Marcy's bra and tossing it aside. Her hands cupping the freed spheres, her lips sought Marcy's, and her honey-tipped tongue dipped into the other girl's mouth.

Kyle fondled his sister's exposed breast, and then leaned over to suck it briefly, pulling the oversized nipple into a long coral point.

"It excites you to see me do that, doesn't it, Marcy?" he asked. "Nearly everyone gets an extra charge out of seeing Karla and me handle each other. Just knowing we're brother and sister somehow adds to the thrill. I guess you could say they enjoy our incest vicariously."

Again Marcy was amazed at the impact words could have on her. She could feel the sudden increase in wetness around the fingers Kyle was teasing her with, as a shiver of undiluted lust went through her. Incest! Wasn't that what she had been thinking about before Dirk Villiers had ruptured her maidenhead?

"You wouldn't believe some of the things we do," Kyle said, unhooking her garter belt and tossing it aside. His lips followed closely behind his hands, as he slowly rolled the black net stockings down her thighs, planting moist kisses on one leg and then the other, and leaving hot spots to sear her flesh like brands.

Karla's mouth pulled one of the lipstick-smeared nipples, sucking it hard while crushing her bared breast into Marcy's other aching mound. The erotic sensation of breast pressed to breast was incredible.

Marcy's breath was coming fast. She had never even imagined being made love to by two persons at once, and the waves of passion radiating out from her throbbing nipples broke continuously through her whole body. Her thighs ached with a hunger she could no longer make a pretense of denying.

"Beautiful sexy Marcy," Kyle was crooning as he drew the ridiculous zippered panties down and off, and then opened the lushly forested slit between her legs. "Look, Karla, look! Isn't that gorgeous? Did you ever see a pussy so lusciously eatable?"

"Never," his sister said, crouching beside him to press her mouth into the silky fuzz that covered Marcy's mound, parting the hair with her tongue and licking the inflamed cunt lips. "Delicious!"

"Oh God!" Marcy moaned, and thrust against the girl's mouth in wanton invitation.

"That's it! Open up that spicy cunt and let her taste the sweetness!" Kyle urged, planting kisses all over Marcy's belly and flanks, before lowering his head and watching his sister lap at the pink slit.

"That's enough," he said. "Don't make her cum! Keep her panting for a while. Let's get her into the tub."

"Right on!" Karla said, and got to her feet. Between them they lifted Marcy and guided her toward the bathroom.

"In here," Kyle said, pushing open a door. "Welcome to our watery paradise!"

Marcy blinked and looked around. The bathroom was anything but little. It was almost as large as the living room in an ordinary apartment. The walls were hung with copies of erotic murals, which depicted all kinds of sexual acts being indulged in by a remarkable assortment of men, women, children, and animals.

"Our inspiration," Kyle grinned, as he saw Marcy's eyes grow round, "although I must admit that generally we don't need any."

"Here's the Roman tub I told you about," Karla said, urging Marcy toward the center of the room. "How do you like it?"

To Marcy it looked more like a small swimming pool than a bathtub, and the divans and piles of cushions around its edge added to the air of luxury. The slanting sides of the bath were padded and covered with waterproof material as soft and sleek as satin, and the water was warm and scented.

Karla turned Marcy so that she was facing her, took her in her arms, and kissed her passionately. Marcy moaned as she felt the prodding of the girl's nipples against hers, and the hot insistence of Karla's sex pushing into the pulsing pink lips of her own cunt.

"Get undressed, darling, so we can begin," Kyle said to his sister, casting aside his headband, loincloth, and slave collar. Karla released Marcy, and went to stand beside her brother while she undid the clasp at her shoulder. She let the flowing gown drift down her body and settle around her feet.

The pair clasped hands and faced Marcy, proud of their naked bodies and supremely confident of her approval.

"Do you like us?" Karla asked, and Marcy could only nod. The dizziness caused by the scented warmth and the lust they aroused in her caused her to sway.

"Are you ready to fuck us?" Kyle asked.

Marcy's knees turned rubbery at the incredible eroticism of the brother and sister inviting her to share their incestuous passion.

"Will you join us now in blissful carnality?" Karla whispered, coming closer.

"No, not yet," Marcy said, surprising them and herself. "First I want to see you two together. I want to see the brother fuck his sister – no, I want to see the sister fuck her brother! You get on top, Karla. I want to see you capture Kyle's hot cock in your dripping cunt. I want to see you impaled on your brother's prick." The words poured out in a rush before she could lose her nerve.

Karla clapped her hands in delight. "Oh, what a lovely idea! We just love to put on sex shows for our friends! Lie down on that mattress right there in front of Marcy, Kyle, and let me rape you."

Kyle stretched out with his rigid cock aimed at the ceiling, and as his sister moved to mount him, he caressed her breasts and nibbled at her neck and ears. "Okay, Sis, rape away. I hope Marcy enjoys it as much as we will."

Karla was poised over her brother, letting the pink folds of her outer cunt lips barely touch his eager cock. He groaned and squeezed her breasts while she rubbed her nectared pussy back and forth over the highly sensitive cockhead, and shivered in lustful anticipation.

"They're brother and sister," Marcy was muttering to herself. "Sister and brother, and they're about to fuck each other. If they can do it, why can't Jimmy and I?"

Hardly aware of what she was doing, she got down on her hands and knees and crawled between their outstretched legs so that her face was almost touching Karla's round bottom. From there she could see the pouting pink cunt lips open under the pressure of the pulsing cock, and the musky odor of their arousal surrounded her.

Marcy watched, entranced, as the rosy folds slowly engulfed the tapering cockhead, and then the long length of thick pole. When Karla's lips met Kyle's in an openmouthed kiss, and they started the full, deep, fucking movements, Marcy's hand sought her overflowing cunt, and her fingers worked frantically in and out in a matching rhythm.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Are you watching, Marcy?" Karla's voice seemed to come from a long way off. "Can you see where we are joined? Can you see how my brother's cock enters me – how his flesh becomes my flesh?"

"Yea… yes," Marcy choked. "You're beautiful."

"Beautiful? Are you sure, Marcy? Don't you mean obscene? Do you fully realize what Kyle and I are doing – that incest is the worst kind of sinning? That ordinary people consider it the most heinous of crimes, and would send us to prison if they found out? But you won't tell on us, will you, Marcy? There's something in you that finds our incestuous fucking exciting beyond anything you ever imagined. Look at you with your fingers in your pussy and your face almost touching us!"

"Oh God… God…" Marcy felt the soft, smooth flesh of Karla's thighs brush her cheeks, and her pert bottom push against her forehead, using it as a brace. The spicy, exotic perfume combined with the musky woman smell had an allure all its own. Marcy's mouth began to water, to yearn for some sweet fruit it had never known.

Karla was riding slowly up and down on the cock, watching Marcy over her shoulder. Marcy's fingers were shoving in and out of her soaking pussy, and she watched Karla sink all the way to the roots of her brother's manhood, and then with a loud sucking sound slip back upward.

"Ohhhhh… so groovy!" Kyle moaned, lifting his buttocks from the mattress to keep his shaft buried in his sister even as she pulled away.

Marcy could smell the tang of Kyle's cock along with Karla's feminine musk, and it made her tongue flicker out and lick at her dry lips. Karla was sliding back down the slippery pole, and squealing with pleasure at the feel of the big prick in her.

"Ohhhh, that's so gooood! I can feel that brotherly prick touching the very bottom of my cunt. Oh fuck me, Kyle, fuck me! Give our little friend here the thrill she craves, but do it for us too, and make it as perfect as it always is when we screw each other!"

Marcy knew that most of the talk was to excite hey further, but she didn't care. Karla's thighs were rubbing against her cheeks, and her nostrils were filled with the mixed odors of the girl's reddish-gold glory, and her brother's hot shaft. Her head was spinning from the miasma of erotic smells that swirled in her brain, filling it with wild lusting images that caused her buttocks to circle slowly. Her fingers became wetter and more frantic in the steaming vault of her sex.

"Do it, Karla… fuck your brother… oh Karla, darling," Marcy babbled, as she watched the girl lift herself time after time and saw the swollen-lipped pussy swallow the full length of Kyle's cock as he thrust up to meet her.

Karla's breath was coming in gasping little sobs, and Kyle was panting as the tempo of their movements and their excitement increased. Marcy could see the joining of the two golden bodies, and hear the slurping sounds of hard man meat driving in and out of soft wet cunt. The sight and the sounds were driving her wild.

"Deeper, brother mine, deeper and harder!" Karla howled, and Kyle arched his back and sent his pelvis upward, bouncing his sister toward the ceiling as he buried himself to the hilt in her.

Kyle grunted then, and Marcy's face was so close to the interlocked flesh that she could see the throbbing pass through the stretched skin of his cock. The blue veins up its side swelled suddenly just before the torrent of his orgasm flooded into his sister's pulsating pussy.

Marcy's fingers were twisting in the swampy depths of her sex as she watched the hot cream fill Karla and run back down the shaft. She could feel the heat of the cock juice and smell its musk. She could almost feel what Karla must be feeling as it spurted deep into her inner recesses. She heard the other girl moan, saw the pert buttocks roll with pleasure, and then heard the gasp of Karla's cuming. Engulfed in a fog of their combined aromas, and with Karla's thighs sliding sensuously against her cheeks, Marcy became aware that her head was resting on Kyle's legs. His sister slowly and reluctantly removed her dripping sheath from his still-hard weapon.

"How was that?" Karla asked, rolling off her brother. "Did we make you cum?"

"Not quite," Marcy said, her fingers still unashamedly deep in her pussy, and her glazed eyes riveted to Kyle's unflinching shaft. "It hasn't gotten soft yet. Even after that, it's just as long and thick as before."

"Yes, isn't that nice?" Kyle said, almost smirking as he looked down at the tower of his manhood rising from the thicket of red hair between his thighs. "It's one of the blessings of a good heritage."

Marcy's hand reached out to touch the jutting pole. Her fingers stroked up and down the sides, still slick with Karla's juices and his own. It pulsed slightly, and her hand tightened around it hungrily. She wanted it in her mouth or in her cunt, and she didn't really care which.

"You did that, baby?" Karla whispered, reaching around the girl to rub her palms over her turgid nipples. "You like hard cock?"

"Yes, yes," Marcy mumbled.

"She's really something, isn't she?" Karla laughed. "She's nearly out of her head just from watching us. Look at her! I don't think she even knows where she is. We could do anything we want with her."

"Darling, we are going to do anything we want with her," Kyle said, grinning at the way Marcy was clinging to his cock with both hands.

The head of the erect shaft throbbed against Marcy's palm, and the fingers of her other hand curled under the heavy balls at its base. She lifted them slightly, delighted at their heaviness, and at the wiriness of the pubic hair that surrounded the cock and spiraled up onto the base of his belly. Then, as Karla moved around to the side of her, she took one hand from the hard male flesh and slid it to the mound between his sister's thighs, her fingers searching along the puckery cunt lips, still stretched from the recent fucking.

"Why don't we get into the water now?" Kyle said. Karla nodded, and they each put an arm around Marcy and lifted her between them, before stepping off the edge and landing in warm water up to their waists.

"Isn't this nice and sexy?" Karla said, swinging Marcy around to face her, the motion of their bodies making the water splash up onto their breasts.

Putting her hands on Marcy's waist, Karla drew her close. Marcy gasped as their naked bodies came together, never having dreamed women's bodies could fit together this way. Breasts sinking into breasts, bellies clinging against bellies, and thighs twined, they balanced themselves with their feet wide apart. The most deliciously intimate and erotic touching was, of course, at the apex of the two sets of legs. Marcy felt the cushiony mound of Karla's cunt pressing into hers, and the rotating pressure of wet flesh opened the seeking cunt lips and flattened them against each other. Marcy's clitoris swelled and throbbed, as Karla's hard little bud touched and circled it.

Kyle splashed water on them playfully for a few minutes, and then came up close to join the fun. He ran his hands caressingly over his sister's gently undulating buttocks, while he kissed her neck and shoulders and finally traced his lips down her breasts to where they joined Marcy's. Then he did the same thing in reverse for Marcy, his hands coming up between them to fondle both pairs of breasts and pinch the nipples, until both girls moaned with passion.

Reaching for a bar of perfumed soap, he began to work lather all over them. Marcy made a purring sound as he reached from behind her to spread suds over her breasts. Then he did the same for Karla. His hands stroked and teased, fondled and caressed, and traveled over shoulders and backs and buttocks and around to the soft bellies. The slippery, sliding feel of soapy hands on already sensitized skin caused thrilling sensations Marcy hadn't been aware existed. And through it all, Karla managed to keep their revolving, burning pussies locked together.

Marcy was amazed at how easy it was for her body to respond to a woman's, and at how deep the mutual pleasure was.

And Kyle was doing everything possible to increase that pleasure. His hands were everywhere at once. The soap rubbed down Marcy's spine, over the moons of her buttocks, and dipped into the crevice between. Then he was lathering his sister's pert bottom and golden flanks. Up his hands came, separating the bodies briefly, except for the gently rotating love nests, and resoaping their breasts and bellies, working long and lustfully on Marcy's hard nipples and his sister's large, pointed ones.

"So much titty," he murmured, bending to pull each nipple in turn into his mouth, and suck hard until all four stood erect in rigid thickness.

Marcy's breath was coming in quick little gasps, as Karla shifted position slightly and rubbed her clit downward to tease the open lips of Marcy's palpitating cunt. The tiny, stiff nubbin excited Marcy until she could hardly stand it.

Kyle's hands were on their bellies, dripping lather and letting the suds seep between the joined cunts. His fingers followed the soap, and Marcy felt them force the labia apart. The sting of the soap on the delicate flesh only served to arouse her more, especially when a finger worked its way into her cunt.

She moaned aloud when the finger was withdrawn so that Kyle could do the same for his sister. Marcy reached out blindly to find Kyle's flat belly, and stroked down it to find the surging shaft of his manhood.

"You like that prick, baby?" Kyle said huskily. "You want it?"

Karla's hand joined Marcy's, her fingers encircling the thrusting cock just below Marcy's.

"My God," Kyle groaned, "you want it too, Sis? So soon again? Looks like I'll have to take you both at once."

But the two pussies were locked together again, and Marcy was panting as she ground into the other girl, thrusting frantically in her efforts to find release.

"Hey, she's about to cum," Karla laughed, and used both hands to crush the girl to her. "Wow, I never knew a chick who could cum so fast from just a little friendly cunt rubbing."

"Are you cuming, baby?" Kyle breathed in her ear, his hands moving up to her breasts and squeezing hard. "Are you about to cum and overflow with groovy cunt juice?"

Marcy hardly felt his touch or heard his words; her whole being was concentrated on the furnace of lust his sister was fanning into an all-consuming blaze by rubbing into her cunt lips.

Marcy trembled, and Kyle slid his hands down to her belly, his fingers pressing rhythmically at the very base of it. "There she goes!" he said, just as Marcy sobbed convulsively and her vaginal muscles quaked with her orgasm.

When it was over, she sagged weakly against Karla. "Thank you," she murmured.

"That was nothing," Kyle said, turning her around to face him. "Feel what I've got for you."

He thrust his hips forward and bucked against her, not entering her, but just pushing his cock so close it rested lengthwise between the lips of her cunt. Fresh waves of lust swept through Marcy, and she could feel the labia tightening as he teased the head of his cock along them.

"Does it feel good? Do you want it?"

"Yes – oh yes," she said. "Give it to me!"

"Gladly," he said, getting his hands under her bottom and tilting her backward into Karla's arms. Marcy's legs floated up on either side of him, and he stepped forward, the resistance of the water holding him to an exquisite slowness as the head of his cock started to push between the receptive folds of her cunt.

"Ohhhhhh," Marcy moaned, as Karla inched her upward until Kyle could place his hands on her waist and she could reach his shoulders. Then she clasped her heels at the base of his spine and began to ride him, feeling the marvelous friction touch every nerve ending in her throbbing vagina.

He didn't stretch her as Dr. Villiers had. The tip of his shaft rested comfortably against the far end of her canal, rather than threatening to shove on through her back when he was in her fully. It wasn't as wildly painful nor as incredibly erotic as being assaulted by the doctor's cock, but it was more than adequate. She could grip it with her inner muscles and feel them suck him deep as she pulled herself toward him and then pushed away, the water and Karla supporting her as she savored the delightful fucking.

Then Karla gradually let go of her and circled around their joined bodies, examining them from every angle. "I hope Dr. Villiers is getting a good shot of this," she said. "You two look splendid coupled like that. But maybe I could add to the total picture, not to mention your enjoyment, if I made it a threesome."

Marcy didn't pay much attention to the words, but when passionate kisses began to rain on her back and shoulders and buttocks, she knew what Karla meant. Then the red head squeezed between Kyle's chest and her breasts, and a mouth like a suction pump fastened on one nipple and then the other. Karla's fingernails scratched lightly down the crevice that divided the cheeks of her ass. Marcy gasped and lunged violently forward.

"Stop that!" Kyle said to his sister, holding Marcy tight against him for a moment. "You want it all to be over before it barely gets started?"

Karla giggled and transferred her attention to him. He had spread his legs wide to balance himself, and now began a gentle rocking motion to help Marcy slide back and forth along his prick while she rotated her pelvis and flexed her muscles to suck him deeper. Karla stroked and kissed her way down her brother's back and thighs, and when she reached his knees, she ducked underwater and came up directly under their interlocked genitals. She reached out a finger and touched Kyle's cock as it surged in and out of Marcy, then laid her finger along the length of the prick and let it ride into the cunt.

Marcy and Kyle both reacted strongly to the extra stimulus, and Karla broke through the surface of the water laughing. Then, as Kyle started pounding into Marcy so hard she was almost knocked from her perch, Karla got behind the other girl again, wrapping herself around her back and rubbing the big, pointed nipples up and down her spine. She curled around Marcy so tight that it seemed as though she must be trying to capture part of her brother's surging flesh.

Marcy gasped as the furry wet lips of Karla's pussy rubbed against her ass cheeks, and Karla's breasts jabbed into her upper back. Karla's fingers manipulating her breasts, plus the hard meat filling her, was driving Marcy berserk with lust. Her breath rasped in and out, and she raked her nails down Kyle's back as she jerked and writhed against him.

"Go baby, go!" Karla urged, working her fingers down to where her brother's prick was embedded in Marcy's blonde pussy. She found the girl's clit and began to massage it, while Kyle rammed in and out of the hot slit below.

Marcy let out a wild yell and came in a frenzy of movement, her head rolling and her heels kicking. Then she felt the throbbing of Kyle's shaft, as though her spasming cunt had pulled him over the precipice into pleasure's deepest abyss. The hot gush of his ejaculation filled her to overflowing.

Marcy sobbed with joy as Kyle shuddered and smashed into her again, emptying himself completely into her cunt.

When he finally disengaged himself from her and set her on her feet, he gave her a little swat on the butt. "Wow, you almost sucked me dry, you hot-cunted witch!"

"And I feel as though I've been run through a wringer," Marcy said, sinking down into the water to rinse off the last of the soap.

"You two stop talking like that," Karla said. "I've only cum once and my cunt is burning like fire. Don't you dare be worn out!"

"You know me better than that, doll," Kyle laughed. "Remember that night in Acapulco when I fucked you in the mouth, in the cunt, and in the ass and still had enough strength left to sodomize the bellboy and blow that bearded actor, what's-his-name?"

Marcy did feel a little tired. In the last two days she had engaged in more sexual activity than she had ever dreamed of doing in her whole life. She had been fucked, had her cunt eaten, and blown a man. It was all kind of scrambled up and run together in her mind, and she told herself it didn't matter how much more she did. Some other time, in some other world, she would rest. Right now, she would gorge herself on all the male and female flesh she had access to. She plowed through the water and clambered up onto the slanting side.

"Lie down, sweet Marcy," Karla said. "Just lie still and rest and let us both make love to you."

Marcy stretched out, flinging her arms and legs wide. The Karlows came to her, one on either side, and crouched beside her, their flushed faces close to her breasts.

"Love apples," Karla breathed, cupping a mound between her hands. "Firm, crisp, delicious love apples." Her lips fastened greedily on a nipple, and she began to suck.

"And I'll eat this one," Kyle said, and began laying it all over with his hot, wet tongue.

Marcy looked down at the two red heads, and listened to the sucking, slurping sounds of the two mouths. Then she lay back and let the fantastic pleasure quicken and reheat her blood.

She let herself drift in a lustful haze as four hands moved over her body. She could distinguish between the slightly heavier masculine ones that crawled up one thigh, and the lighter-fingered feminine touch that tickled like feathers across her belly. But both were moving steadily toward the same target.

What a strange sensation it was to lie there in a few inches of warm water and feel these two golden people worship her body. The Marcy of three days ago would have been shocked and horrified at the mere thought of having sex with another woman; she would have been incapable of imagining fucking a man and a woman at the same time, much less a brother and sister! But that was the pre-Dr. Villiers Marcy. This was the new, liberated Marcy, and she was not only doing it, she was thoroughly enjoying every second of it.

"Taste this tit, Kyle," Karla said, holding it toward him. "It's sweeter than that one."

Kyle's long, auburn hair fell down around his face as he leaned over to take the proffered breast. He licked at the elongated peak his sister had sucked, and then began to pull on it himself.

Having distracted him temporarily, Karla's lips traced down along Marcy's ribs and over her abdomen to the raised mound that had been her goal from the start.

Marcy reached out a hand to each of her lovers. She touched Kyle's strong young buttocks, and stroked them lightly before moving on to his thighs and flat belly. The other hand encountered Karla. The girl had turned around, and her pertly rounded bottom and the backs of her thighs were directly in Marcy's line of vision. In a kneeling position, with her head lower than her up thrust rump, Karla's red-thatched cunt was unguarded and available. Marcy's caressing fingers lovingly stroked the firm half-moons and satiny thighs, and then crept forward to seek the hot, moist flesh of that steaming slit.

"Ummmm, that's groovy," Karla said, wriggling her bottom and opening her legs wider so Marcy's fingers could tangle in the red hair and gain access to the pink lips underneath.

Karla's mouth was as busy as Marcy's fingers, her tongue licking all over Marcy's belly and dipping hotly into the deep navel. "Hey, you'd have made a great belly dancer," she giggled, as Marcy's surface muscles rolled with pleasure.

Having sucked and nibbled at the tender breasts until he had had his fill, Kyle's lips worked their way down to Marcy's flanks, kissing the flaring hips and setting to work on the thigh opposite the one his sister was licking.

Marcy's fingers were deep in Karla's cunt, examining with deep interest the convoluted inner folds, probing at the sleek inner walls and feeling the tightening of the well-trained muscles. How strange it was to have her fingers inside another woman. This was so different from exploring a man. This was the very center of another girl's being, and she was permitted to invade it as she chose.

Meanwhile, Karla's lips were parting the dense foliage that covered Marcy's mound, licking at a few drops of sperm that remained from Kyle's orgasm. She giggled as she savored it. "Oh, Kyle, she tastes of you! This is wild! To taste your own brother's cum in another woman."

"I know something even wilder," Kyle said, moving his mouth closer to his sister's. "Let me have some. I've tasted the cum of a lot of guys, but never my own."

Marcy's fingers eased in and out of Karla while her other hand caressed Kyle's thighs and belly, and then the thick rod that was now revitalized. She began to slide her fingers up and down its length, lightly squeezing his testicles at one end and rubbing her palm in circles over the sensitive tip at the other.

But something far more exciting was happening to her. Karla's tongue had located her clitoris, and was licking it avidly, hardening it into a throbbing miniature of the male organ Marcy was fondling.

Then Kyle's lips were frolicking through the silken blonde hair, and dipping between the opened cunt lips. While his sister nibbled on the engorged clit, his tongue plunged into the fiery fissure below it.

Marcy's head was spinning again. This was the most fantastically exciting thing that had happened to her yet. Imagine having her clit sucked by a girl while that girl's brother stuck his tongue into her cunt and licked his own cum from her depths!

"You ought to taste this, Karla," Kyle said. "There's a mixture of me and her in here that's out of this world."

"I'm in there too, you know," Karla said. "I rubbed pussies with her until she came, so some of my juice is bound to be in there with yours and hers."

"You're right," Kyle said after sampling Marcy's slit again. "I guess that's what makes it so tasty. Three flavors – just like those giant ice cream cones we used to love as kids."

The Karlows giggled together like naughty children, and Karla's mouth left Marcy's clit and moved down the long gash. "Okay, give me some. I still like three-flavored treats."

In her eagerness, Karla straddled Marcy and crouched down until her bottom was touching the other girl's big breasts. As her greedy tongue lapped noisily at Marcy's pink hollow, she slid farther backwards until Marcy found herself looking up at the tuft of carroty pubic hair and the dilated cunt lips underneath. Startled, she simply stared at the open hole, and inhaled the musky aroma emanating from it.

After a few seconds, Karla raised her head and looked back over her shoulder. "Don't be bashful, baby. Just do what comes naturally. I'm eating your luscious cunt, so how about you gobbling mine?"

That seemed only right, since Karla was helping to turn Marcy's body into a mass of pleasure.

Karla's thighs were on either side of Marcy's head, the silken flesh touching her cheeks as they had once before. The auburn-hued cunt was resting against Marcy's lips, and a drop of spicy juice dripped onto her cheek. Marcy's tongue flicked out and tasted the warm droplet, and she knew instantly that she wanted more.

Now there were two active tongues in her pussy, racing up and down the responsive inner flesh. She imitated their actions, putting out her tongue to lick at Karla's pink pussy. Excited by the wet, slick feel of the membrane and the tickling of the soft hair against her face, Marcy became more bold. Her tongue slid into the opening, seeking the source of the rich aroma that was making her giddy with passion.

Her hand was still moving automatically on Kyle's shaft, and its throbbing rigidity thrilled her and urged her on. She automatically adjusted her caressing of it so that coincided with what her mouth was doing to Karla.

Marcy was filled with wonder at the delight of exploring the recesses of another woman's innermost being. It was incredibly erotic to feel the wet cunt lips flattened against her face, to have her mouth filled with the slippery tissue and ringlets of pubic hair – just as enthralling, she discovered, as it was to mouth a man's prick.

Her tongue was driving in and out of Karla, seeking the depths of her, striving to explore her to the fullest. Karla's whole pubic area was rotating wildly, rubbing the hot, slick flesh and wet, red hair all over Marcy's face. Marcy didn't mind at all, it just added to the passionate fire that was consuming her. It was as exciting as the feel of the talented tongues of the Karlows stabbing in and out of her in perfect unison. It was fantastic how they could keep together so well. It was even more fantastic how they could both find room for their heads between her thighs. But they had said they were the best brother and sister team in the world, hadn't they? They probably had had a lot of practice sharing the same steamy cunt or mouthing the same hot cock.

Marcy had instinctively speeded up her hand pumping of Kyle's hard shaft, and suddenly she felt it pulse strongly. Then her hand was filled with the torrent of his steaming semen. At almost the same moment, Karla bit down lightly on Marcy's clit, and the volcano erupted inside her, causing her whole body to vibrate in shuddering spasms.

"My turn, my turn!" Karla squealed, and Marcy's scream died in her throat as the other girl's cunt smothered her face. She licked furiously to bring Karla over the last lascivious edge. She was thrilled all over again when she felt Karla's shudder of climax, and then she was licking avidly at the spilled juice that accompanied it.

The three dozed briefly as they lay there, with the warm water lapping soothingly around them. But the Karlows weren't the type to rest for long. They were awake and ready to go again before Marcy was aware of having slept at all.

"Come on, Marcy," Kyle coaxed, straddling her and pressing his knees against the sides of her breasts. "Wake up, baby. Time for more fun and games."

Marcy yawned, and then opened her eyes in surprise as she felt Karla push her legs apart and insert a finger in her pussy to start arousing her again.

"Hey, don't you people ever sleep?" Marcy asked.

"There'll be plenty of time to sleep when we're dead," Kyle said, pushing his erect prick between the firm mounds of her breasts. "There'll be no fucking then."

"Very profound," Marcy said. "You mean, 'The grave's a fine and private place, but none, methinks, do there embrace'?"

"Yeah, that's the idea," Kyle said, "but why take so many words to say it? Don't waste that beautiful mouth of yours talking, when there's so many more fascinating things it could be doing."

"Such as what?"

"Well, for starters, how about blowing this for me?" Kyle said, crushing her breasts around his swollen organ.

Marcy sighed and closed her eyes. She felt as though she had fallen into the hands of two greedy children, who would gorge themselves to the point of illness on sex as other children might on candy. She wondered if Dr. Villiers was still watching from the observation station. Had he made these two the way they were, or had they just naturally grown up that way?

"Come on, Marcy, please. It hurts. It wants to be nursed," Kyle said, placing the rounded nub against her lips. "I'd use your boobs, but I long for that hot, sexy mouth of yours."

Marcy didn't want to. All she wanted to do was keep her eyes closed and ignore the rigid rod that was trying to get past her lips. But she couldn't, because greedy little girl fingers were busily storming the golden gates of her cunt, and sending increasing waves of excitement through her.

"Pretty, pretty pussy," Karla cooed as she applied herself enthusiastically to her task. "I'll pet the nice pussy, Kyle, and then Marcy will blow you like she should."

Marcy felt soft lips zero in on the highly excitable button of her clitoris. It was being stirred into life by gentle lickings, then pulled between deeply sucking lips that revived desire and caused her hips to squirm.

"She likes what you're doing," Kyle reported. "She likes it so much that she's going to let me fuck her in the mouth, aren't you, Marcy?"

He pushed the heavy shaft upward across her lips. She felt her mouth watering, but still refused to open her lips. It was so nice to lie perfectly still and let Karla serve her. It was just too much trouble to do what Kyle wanted.

"You're being selfish," Kyle pouted. "Marcy's being selfish, Karla. What shall we do about it?"

"Yummmm… yummmmm," was all Karla had to offer.

"We'll have to be mean to Marcy if she isn't nice to us," Kyle sulked, like the little boy he was. He raised himself onto his knees and struck Marcy on the face with his engorged cock. "Take that – and that, you bad girl! And that – and that – and that…"

Each word was accompanied by a fleshy thump as his hard weapon slapped stingingly against Marcy's cheeks and nose and mouth.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it!" Marcy gasped.

She opened her mouth and let him shove the rigid tool past her lips and teeth. The strong taste excited her, and she began to lick avidly.

Karla's tongue swirling in her quivering vitals added to her excitement, and she tried to swallow him to the roots, running her tongue eagerly up and down the slippery sides of his cock as she sucked it.

But that wasn't enough for Kyle. He took her by the ears and held her head still while he drove his prick deep down her throat.

Marcy felt as though he were going to shove right out the back of her head, or she would choke on the fullness of him. She had had a similar feeling when Dr. Villiers' larger, thicker organ had been thrust into her mouth the first time, but she hadn't cared then. She had felt that if she had to die, there was no better way than strangling on the fiery beauty of his phallus. But Kyle frightened her. Lying there pinned helplessly under him, and seeing the look in his eyes, Marcy was positive Kyle Karlow was more than capable of killing a woman that way if the notion occurred to him. It would simply be a new sex thrill, and he would have no more compunction about indulging himself with that than he did in anything else.

And Marcy didn't want to go down in the laboratory reports as the girl Kyle Karlow had choked to death with his cock. What would Dr. Villiers think of her? It would ruin his experiment. And how would it look in the scientific evaluation of his work?

No, she mustn't let such a thing happen! It was difficult to do with panic rising in her, but she forced herself to relax her throat muscles and let Kyle do just what he had said he wanted to do – fuck her mouth. With the cruel hands gripping her head, there was no problem about keeping it still. She just let her tongue sort of float along under the plunging prick, and kept just enough tension in her lips so they formed a willing tube for his tool to mush in and out of. The only force she exerted on him was the slight constriction of her throat as she swallowed.

She was so intent on giving Kyle the weird mouth fuck he wanted that she forgot Karla's expert ministrations, although her body didn't, it finally surprised her by unexpectedly convulsing. This brought a laugh of triumph from the other girl, and seemed to precipitate her brother's climax. After only a couple more vicious thrusts, the flood of his ejaculation poured down her throat in a hot river of cream, a torrent that she drank willingly and thankfully.

"Well done, X-999!" It was Dr. Villiers' voice.

Marcy opened her eyes and looked up around Kyle's genitals to see the larger ones of the anthropologist, bare, erect, and ready for action.

"Shall we go on to the next plateau of experimental action?" Dr. Villiers asked pleasantly. "Namely, what the kiddies so elegantly term a group-grope."

"Goodie, goodie, goodie!" Karla bubbled, clapping her hands. "There's nothing we like better than doing it by the numbers! Platoon right! Squad left! Company fuck!"

Marcy didn't know what a group-grope was, or what sex by the numbers might consist of, but lying there staring at the two sets of male equipment, she knew she wanted to learn.

"Now, let's see…" Dr. Villiers said thoughtfully. He looked very odd standing there perfectly naked, except for his horn rimmed glasses, which kept sliding down his nose. "There are four of us here, and… yes, I think we'll include Mrs. Swenson in on this part of the experiment. She's got a broad Swedish butt that should be a delight to bounce on, and we'll probably discover that under that starched, efficient exterior, she has the sex appetite of an elephant."

Karma and Kyle began to babble enthusiastically, but Marcy remained silent, staring first at Kyle's cock and then at Dr. Villiers' mammoth one. She wondered if there were any way she could get both of them into her mouth at once.

CHAPTER FIVE

Mrs. Swenson came hurrying at Dr. Villiers' call. Her white uniform rustled crisply as she came into the room, her huge breasts bouncing slightly from walking so fast.

"You called me, Dr. Villiers?" she asked, ignoring the fact that they were all nude.

"Yes, my dear Mrs. Swenson," Dr. Villiers said. "There are four of us here, which would be fine for a game of bridge, but the game we have in mind requires mother player."

"Well, I'm not much for games, Doctor," the woman said, backing up a step or two.

"Take off your clothes, Mrs. Swenson!" Villiers said, his voice quiet but commanding.

"Now Dr. Villiers, remember my professional…"

"Get out of that uniform at once! Or shall I have young Kyle here rip it off?"

Kyle took a step toward the big woman, his delight at the proposed violence obvious. Mrs. Swenson took another step backward, then reached up and began unbuttoning her white uniform. In a minute she was standing before them clad only in a white cotton bra, white underpants, and white stockings.

Marcy looked at the mountainous breasts held under control by the utilitarian bra, at the rounded belly and broad hips, at the heavily fleshed pink thighs showing between the stocking tops and the panty legs, and at the rippling sinews of arm and shoulders. She wondered how it would feel to have sex with a woman built like a weight lifter. She had the distinct feeling it wouldn't be long before she found out.

"Well, shall we begin?" Dr. Villiers said, walking over to the Swedish woman and reaching behind her to unhook the bra and free the huge mountains of her breasts.

Mrs. Swenson watched with her mouth open in surprise while he attempted to encompass the enormous globes with his hands.

"Remarkable, quite remarkable," Dr. Villiers murmured, producing a tape measure and calipers from somewhere and beginning to take careful measurements of the tremendous mammaries. When he finished that, his hand moved into a more direct experiment. It slipped inside the white pants, pulling the crotch to the side so the three watching could see his fingers searching through the thick forest of wiry blonde hair to find the thick-lipped gash of her sex, and start exploring it.

"Remarkable, truly remarkable," Dr. Villiers repeated, as most of his hand disappeared into that massive sex canyon.

"Dr. Villiers, I am a respectable married woman, a professional nurse and physical therapist. Those are the services you pay me for and…" the words of protest trailed off and the woman's head lolled to one side, a strand of hair falling across her forehead. Before their eyes, the disapproving, uptight woman changed into a slack-jawed-sensualist.

Kyle grinned and moved to join Dr. Villiers in his assault on the female leviathan. Using both hands, Kyle lifted one of the Everest-sized breasts, and opening his mouth as wide as he could get it, managed to draw the colossal nipple into it.

"Well, what are you girls waiting for?" Dr. Villiers asked. "I would say there's enough here for all of us. Come, join the experiment."

"I thought you'd never ask!" Karla giggled, and moved quickly toward the three.

Slowly, in the almost trance-like state that seemed to come over her when she was near Dirk Villiers, Marcy also walked toward the group.

"Wow, would you look at that ass!" Karla was saying, going around behind the immobile nurse and pulling the white underpants down off a pair of buttocks so large that each might have made the stern of a fairly large ship. "I haven't seen so much white meat since I visited the white whale preserve."

Marcy squeezed between Kyle and Dr. Villiers, conscious of their firm flanks touching her soft hips, and even more conscious of the smell of sexual excitement Dr. Villiers' hand was stirring up in the swampy valley, between Mrs. Swenson's thighs. There was a strange acrid odor to her cunt that puzzled Marcy as she reached for the gigantic breast that Kyle wasn't working on.

"Well, X-999, showing a little initiative, are you?" Dr. Villiers said in an amused tone. "I like that in my experimental subjects." Withdrawing his hand from the marshy cunt of the moaning woman, he lifted it so they could all see how wet it was, clear up past his wrist.

"Very copious," he said, and lifted his hand higher to sniff at it and then taste it, a puzzled look on his face. "How strange. I wouldn't have believed it. No, not even allowing for that overly starched look and the hyper cleanliness of the woman. It's simply unbelievable. Here, smell this, X-999."

He shoved his wet hand under Marcy's nose. Dutifully, she sniffed and tasted and then looked up at him, her expression as disbelieving as his. "Disinfectant! She smells and tastes like a hospital!"

"So what did you expect?" Karla giggled. "She walks and talks like a hospital, so she's bound to smell like one. Let me see how she is back here." She dropped to her knees and her red head almost disappeared between the massive buttocks.

Mrs. Swenson let out a yelp of surprise as Karla's enterprising tongue tickled the brownish-pink anus, and then jabbed a little way inside. "Please – what are you people doing to me?"

"Experimenting, simply experimenting," Dr. Villiers said calmly. "I'm sure a dedicated person like you wouldn't object to donating your body to science after you were dead, so why should you object to doing the same while you're still alive?"

The huge woman shook as though with the palsy. "That girl – what is she – doing – to my – asshole?"

"She's merely helping you to a deeper understanding of your sexual potential," Dr. Villiers said.

Marcy was working the white pants down the tree trunk legs, exposing a forested area in which Robin Hood and all his merry men could have taken refuge. Dark blonde foliage spread lushly across the base of the woman's belly, ran down the insides of her thighs, and festooned lavishly over the bulging cunt mound.

"Isn't that something?" Marcy marveled, bending over to get a better look at the long, wide, red crevasse that split the mound from top to bottom. "I think I hear an echo."

"Don't be such a smart mouth!" Mrs. Swenson said. "Just because a lady is generously proportioned is no call to…"

"Hey, Doc, if we had a couple more men with good-sized cocks, and we could figure out a way to do it, I'll bet she could take us all inside her at once," Kyle said.

"We'll have to postpone that experiment until a later date," Dr. Villiers said. Using both hands, he spread the opening into Mrs. Swenson's vagina, and both Marcy and Kyle got down on their knees to peer into its pink and purple depths.

"Wow!" Kyle said. "I think I see Stanley in there looking for Livingstone!"

Marcy couldn't think of anything to say. She was overwhelmed by the soap-and-water, disinfectant smell that rose on a wave of heat from the woman's cunt. She reached between her own legs and ran her fingers into her own wet depths, thinking that it would take five or six slits the size of hers to fit into the Grand Canyon she was staring at.

"Why don't you taste it, my dear?" Dr. Villiers said, peeling back one of the hair-covered flaps so it almost touched Marcy's lips.

"Why don't we both taste it?" Kyle said, and without waiting for permission, began to lap at the cunt lip opposite the one Marcy's lips were daintily touching.

Marcy whimpered as she felt Kyle's fingers join her own in her squishy channel. Tentacles of lust curled through every inch of her body, and she hungered for more sex, and more and more. She felt a craving for multiple experiences, she wanted to share her great billowing lust with all these people at once. She let the feeling flow through her until she could bear it no longer, and then she reached out a hand and found the giant phallus that reared from between Dr. Villiers thighs. Her fingers fluttered over it, searching and caressing, before gripping it near the massive head. The other hand located the smaller monster that perpetually rose from Kyle's groin, and then she began to massage both throbbing organs, while her tongue licked and slurped avidly at Mrs. Swenson's steaming gash.

With a sigh like a dying hippo, Mrs. Swenson sank down on her side and the four experimenters swarmed over her like wolves closing in for the kill. And there was plenty of body to swarm over. Dr. Villiers positioned himself over the big woman's face, squatting on her upper chest with his buttocks resting against the ramparts of her breasts. When he was settled, he began to acquaint Mrs. Swenson with his cock. He rolled it over her mouth, rubbed it across her cheeks, poked its big round cap at her nostrils, and then returned to butt it against her closed lips.

Mrs. Swenson made a low, groaning sound as the insistent ramrod flattened her lips against her teeth, increasing its pressure until she was forced to take it in her mouth.

Marcy swung herself around so her, back was to Dr. Villiers, and by reaching around him she could again take hold of his stately cock, even while it shoved in and out of the whimpering Swede's mouth. By leaning forward, Marcy figured she could also reach the patch of wet hair at the base of the woman's belly. She could reach it, but something else had beat her to it. Just inches from her nose, Kyle's prick was sinking into Mrs. Swenson to the hilt.

"Oh well, the more the merrier," she said philosophically, and began to lick up and down the plunging shaft as well as the mushy flesh around it.

Having lost her place between the monstrous buttocks when Mrs. Swenson flopped onto her back, Karla was now scrambling over the lust-drenched pile looking for a place to insert herself. Spotting Marcy's spread legs and the wide-open slit between them, she wormed her way in under Marcy's legs until her tongue made contact with the burning crevice. Just at that moment, Dr. Villiers swung around, and with his prick still buried in Mrs. Swenson's puffed-out cheeks, he got both hands under Marcy and lifted her. That enabled Karla to stretch out between Marcy and the Swedish woman, and push her red-tufted pussy into the triangle already formed by Mrs. Swenson's twat, Kyle's prick, and Marcy's mouth. By also tilting her buttocks upward, Dr. Villiers was able to bring his mouth close to them, and Marcy was unexpectedly treated to the extraordinary experience of having the doctor's long, red tongue inserted in her anus, where it pushed past the sphincter and began to delve lustfully into her innards.

Marcy was presented with an even more extraordinary configuration before her mouth. Never had so recent a virgin been presented with such a feast of lust. Offered for her delight were a mammoth juicy cunt, a big cock fucking joyously into it, and a red-tufted miniature of the first pussy trying to join the action by rubbing against the thrusting lance.

Breath hissing through her teeth in her frantic excitement, Marcy dove into the middle of all the lusting flesh, driven almost mad by the jolts of pleasure from Karla's tongue in her hot box and Dr. Villiers tongue twisting in and out of her rosy little asshole.

This was an absolutely mad situation, she knew. Marcy McCall couldn't be doing this! Marcy McCall wouldn't dream of touching her tongue to wet pubic hair and slippery, hairy testicles, nor would she stab it into the steamy swamp that was the canyon between Mrs. Swenson's thighs. And she most certainly would not suck with such deep pleasure another girl's throbbing clit. What would her friends back in Plainview think if they could see her now? What would her more sophisticated friends in San Francisco think, for that matter? More to the point, what would Jimmy think if he knew his big sister was just part of a pile of bodies doing every dirty thing they could think of to each other? And – oh God! – what would poor Fred think? Funny, she hadn't thought about Fred since she entered this place. What would Fred think if he could see his fiance now? His Ice Box Cookie, his Snow Maiden? How could he reconcile her with what she had become – a sex machine to be used for sucking cocks, licking cunts, and receiving pricks in any or all orifices of her body.

She knew she should be blushing with shame at such thoughts, but she wasn't. The only one that really shook her was what would Jimmy think. What if slender, sensitive, sandy-haired Jimmy should walk in and see her as part of a pile of fucking, sucking, writhing, groaning, grunting, lust-driven flesh, instead of as a dignified, individual human being?

She bit down harder on Karla's clit, and drove her tongue deeper into the pungent river of cunt juice that was beginning to flow out around Kyle's thrusting manhood. What would Jimmy do? Would he scream in horror and run away, never to see or speak to his sister again? Or would he – she shivered violently at the thought – would he just tear off his clothes and leap into the heap? Would he seek her out and stick his precious young prick into whatever opening was available?

The dark excitement of that thought drove Marcy to fresh efforts. She twirled her tongue around Kyle's man flesh, and rode it inside Mrs. Swenson's pussy to lick the inner walls. Then she went back to Karla's knob of a clit, and chewed and sucked it.

"Do that some more," Karla whimpered. Marcy did it some more. She caught the clit between her lips and rolled it around and around. She opened her mouth wide, and sank her tongue into the girl until her teeth scraped the outer folds of her cunt. Female juice filled her mouth, filled her throat, and her whole body vibrated from the hot thrill of it.

Suddenly there was a loud grunt from Kyle, and he creamed into Mrs. Swenson in another of his torrents. The force of it shook the whole pile of human flesh. And as the spicy wetness overflowed the great cavern, Karla followed her brother's example and climaxed, even as she rammed her tongue deep into Marcy and brought the girl upward into a flaming paradise intensified by Dr. Villiers thrusting into her nether channel. Next in the chain reaction was Dr. Villiers himself, and he gave a low shout of triumph as his throbbing cock spilled into Mrs. Swenson's mouth, and then all over her face. The Swedish wo-mouth, and then all over her face. The Swedish woman's climax followed almost immediately, and it was a thing of wonder to see. She grunted like a gaffed whale, thumped her massive buttocks on the quaked and shook. When she was finally still, they all lay quiet for a few minutes, their heavy breathing a chorus of satisfaction.

"That was very nice, X-999," Dr. Villiers said finally. "You have one of the most delectable asses it has ever been my pleasure to explore."

"Thank you," Marcy said.

"It all came off rather well, I thought," Dr. Villiers continued, adjusting his glasses and getting out his notebook.

"Would you call that an orgy?" Marcy asked.

"Good Lord, no!" Dr. Villiers sounded shocked. "An orgy, my dear, is when people get together and drink and eat, sing and dance, and then take off their clothes and indulge in various obscene acts."

"But we…" Marcy began.

"Now we didn't have anything to drink or eat, did we, my dear?" Dr. Villiers said, jotting down some notes in his book.

"No, we didn't, and I'm getting hungry."

"And I don't remember any singing," he said.

"No, but…"

"Surely no one was dancing?"

"No, but we did do an awful lot of obscene things," Marcy insisted.

"Obscene? What a thing to say!" Dr. Villiers looked around at the Karlows, who were languidly licking other people's jism off each other's thighs and genitals, preparatory to building up another head of steam. "Did either of you see anyone do anything obscene?"

"Nary a one, Doc," Karla said, and returned to probing the tiny slit in the end of her brother's prick with her tongue.

"Of course we didn't see anything like that," Kyle said. "We know you don't permit such behavior around here."

"Then what was it we did?" Marcy asked.

"We performed a series of scientific experiments, my dear," Dr. Villiers said, vigorously dotting an in his book for emphasis.

"I'm not sure I understand the difference," Marcy said.

"Well, my dear, when people fuck, eat cunts, and suck cocks at an orgy, they do it for fun. But when we do it here in the laboratory, it's research for the advancement of science. That makes all the difference in the world."

Mrs. Swenson snorted. "Bullshit! What we did was dirty as hell – dirtier even than a Swedish movie, and I loved every minute of it! Let's do it all over again! Come on, everybody fuck me!"

She spread her meaty thighs and showed them the yawning chasm between. "Come on, any two of you! Any three! All of you at once!"

"My, my," Dr. Villiers said, making another note in his book, "beneath that starched exterior we seem to have uncovered a volcano of lust."

His black eyes surveyed Mrs. Swenson's prodigious offering dispassionately, considering it with his usual objectivity. "No – no, I think not. You were the center of our last endeavor, my dear. This time, since our investigations are basically aimed at the progressive sexuality of a recent virgin, X-999 shall merit our full attention."

Marcy yawned. "Don't I ever get to eat or sleep?"

Dr. Villiers looked at his watch. "You were fed a big breakfast and instructed to eat it all. The animals will not be fed again until five, but in the meantime," he smiled down at her, "we'll certainly find something to put in your mouth that will make you forget all about food."

Marcy sighed resignedly. "All right. What do I do this time?"

"Assume a supine position, if you will, and…"

She started to lie down, but he stopped her. "No, on second thought, I shall lie down first and then I want you to position yourself facing my feet, with your cunt poised over my cock."

"Yea, Dr. Villiers," Marcy said, with her usual docile acceptance of his orders. She turned and faced his feet, and then lowered herself until the damp pubic hair was just touching the tip of his remarkable shaft.

"Yes, yes, that's it. Now just hold that position for a moment, will you please, my dear?" Dr. Villiers said, drawing a little diagram in his black notebook. "And now Kyle…"

"Yes, sir!" Kyle said eagerly, untangling himself from his sister. "Anything you say, Sir!"

"How would you like to insert your cock into X-999's vagina from the front, while I do the same from beneath her?"

"Wow, groovy, man, groovy!" Kyle enthused. "The very thought of feeling my insignificant prick pressed against your masterful phallus, of rubbing my sensitive flesh against yours while we both fuck X-999, is pure heaven."

"Hmmmm," Dr. Villiers said, making another note. "Previous indications of homosexual tendencies verified." He looked up at Marcy. "And you, my dear, do you think you can accommodate this massive insertion of male flesh I have outlined?"

Marcy's head was spinning, and her knees were weak. During the past two days of almost continual sex, she had fantasized about such a penetration, but now that she was faced with the actuality, she was stunned. "I'll – yes, I'll take it, no matter what."

"Excellent," Dr. Villiers said, making another mark in his book, and causing Marcy to wonder if he were chalking up brownie points for her.

"And what about us?" Mrs. Swenson asked. "That little sexpot gets all the cock and we get nothing?"

"X-999 'getting all the cock' is precisely the point of this experiment, Mrs. Swenson, so protesting the fact is pointless. However, there will be something for you and S-125 to do while S-124 and I are sheathing our cocks in the same furrow."

Excitedly, Kyle knelt between the other man's outstretched legs, his prick on a level with Marcy's open cunt. He stared down at the massive shaft poking at her entrance with undisguised longing. "If only I could have that perfect pylon thrust up to the balls in me! How I'd love to be flat on my belly, squirming in joy and pain as you pinned me to the floor and slammed into me until my soul was spaced out on cock!"

"Later, perhaps," Dr. Villiers said, "but I don't promise any soul spacing, whatever that may mean."

"Could we please hurry up and get started?" Marcy asked, rubbing her wet pubes over the rearing head of Villiers' shaft, feeling the controlled power of it and wanting it desperately.

"Very well, my dear, if you will lower yourself slowly until you are partially penetrated. Then Kyle, you will please insert your member between the upper portion of the coital canal…"

"They're going to split her right up the middle," Karla said, dropping to her hands and knees to get a better view of the two engorged cocks trying to enter Marcy at once.

"They sure are," Mrs. Swenson agreed. "They shouldn't try that with a punk kid like that." She had dropped to her hands and knees too, and was staring at the fantastic tableau. "Why don't you try it with me, Doctor? I could hold you both with room to spare."

"If you can do it, so can I," Marcy said. "Cunts are very stretchable, and I want them both in me at once."

"Well, I admire your spirit," Mrs. Swenson said, "but it looks to me like you're going to get more pain out of it than pleasure."

"Wouldn't it help if I warmed all three of you up first with my mouth?" Karla asked. "If I got Marcy good and wet, you guys might go in easier."

"I'm already as wet as I can get," Marcy said. "I'm dripping with three different brands of sex juice plus my own."

"Excellent spirit," Dr. Villiers noted in his little black book. "Test subject shows fine morale. Let us proceed."

"We are proceeding," Marcy said, lowering herself a bit more, until she could feel the gigantic cock pushing her open and expanding the inner labia. Then she held her position, slightly delirious with anticipation as Kyle approached her from the front. She wanted them both, and was determined to hold them if it killed her.

"Now, my boy – now!" Dr. Villiers ordered.

"Okay, here I come!"

Marcy felt Kyle's prick against her outer lips. There wasn't much room left there or inside. She could feel him shoving where there was no opening and being rejected.

"Closer to me, lad," Dr. Villiers instructed. "You've got to slide your cock along the bottom of mine, touching all the way, and enter that little stretched place beneath my glans."

"Yes, yes, glide all the way along yours… ahhhh!" Kyle looked as though he were about to faint with excitement as he pressed his manhood tight against Villiers' and shoved it along the underside, rubbing the sensitive head on the hard rod and whimpering like a girl. "Ohhhh… ahhhhh… so good, so could cum right now just from touching you this way."

"Don't you dare, you little beast!" Dr. Villiers said. "You'll ruin the experiment if you do. This isn't for your benefit, you know. This is experiment No. 55-00-9, Penetration of Virginal Cunt by Two Cocks. Do it right, dammit!"

"Oh God… that hard, hot flesh… the thickness… the monstrous, dangling balls… I can't stand it… I just can't!"

"Shut up, you silly fool," Mrs. Swenson said. "Shut up and do what the doctor tells you!"

Kyle had managed to work the nub of his organ past the outermost gates and was pushing into Marcy, spreading her just a little more. But he was still whimpering about his imminent explosion.

"If you cum now, you're going to ruin it all," his sister warned.

"I know, but it's so goooood. If you could just feel how how it is… how thick and…"

"Stop that! You're just getting yourself all overheated!" Karla said, and raised up until she could nip her brother at the base of his prick.

"Ow!" Kyle yelled, and his constantly hard shaft wilted a little. Quickly Marcy reached down and stuffed the sagging joint into the small opening to the side of Dr. Villiers' massiveness.

Kyle continued to howl, but it was with pleasure now as Dr. Villiers reared upward and sank all the way into Marcy, carrying Kyle's rehardening organ with him.

Marcy was sobbing now with the pleasure and the pain. She was being stretched beyond her wildest imaginings, as man meat filled every cranny of her cunt, bulging the resilient walls outward to make more room.

"They're in me – oh God, they're both in me!" Marcy squealed.

"I'd never have believed it," Karla said, examining the joining from around her brother's waist. "That tiny little cunt holding all that hard cock!"

"It's a miracle," Mrs. Swenson said, sticking her head around from the other side to get a close-up view of the coupling. "Look how the lips are pulled almost flat."

"I think I'm going to faint," Marcy said suddenly. "My head is going round and round and I feel so weak and funny."

"Don't let it concern you, my dear," Dr. Villiers said. "You'll be held up by our cocks even if you do pass out, so don't worry, the experiment will go right on."

CHAPTER SIX

When Marcy returned to consciousness, she became acutely aware of the pleasure-pain of being expanded like a rubber band around the combined cocks of Dr. Villiers and Kyle Karlow.

"You will note," Dr. Villiers was saying in his cool, objective voice, "that in spite of her recent virginal state, X-999 is fully capable of absorbing two good-sized male organs. You will also note that she lapsed into unconsciousness more from an excess of ecstasy than from the pain of the unusual penetration. This young woman has a remarkably high sexual quotient for one so recently a virgin. She must have been smoldering like a sleeping volcano for her first twenty-two years, and she has now burst forth into a person ready and eager to take part in any sexual excess."

"In other words, she's a hot little broad," Mrs. Swenson said.

Marcy found that she was now lying on her side. Dr. Villiers was behind her, with his hefty lance jammed between her legs into her aching pussy, and Kyle was lying facing her, a look of sheer ecstasy on his face as both men moved in and out of her with increasing force.

Marcy moaned and tried to wriggle in response, but found she couldn't. All she could do was lie there and let them slam into her.

"Do you like it, X-999?" Dr. Villiers asked. "Does the painful fullness arouse your passion to a higher degree?"

"I'm not even on this planet any more," Marcy said, flopping like a rag doll between them. "I'm in some wonderful other world, where there is only pain and pleasure and nothing in between."

"Shit!" Karla said. "Imagine that – poetry while she's being split open by cock over-drive!"

"You said we could join in too, but so far all we've done is watch," Mrs. Swenson complained.

"Shhhh! I must write that down," Dr. Villiers said, letting go of Marcy's breast to reach for the notebook.

"Oh, it feels so gooooood to rub my dong along his big, beautiful prick," Kyle said. "The heads are touching inside Marcy… it's so groovy! I'm really turned on to the homo trip now. I'm in a purple haze of lust, and poor little Marcy is only the vessel that holds us together."

Marcy's legs kicked a couple of times, and her head rolled to the side. She agreed with Kyle that everything was hazy, but she would have said it was more pink than purple.

"Sure, you guys are having a ball, but me and Mrs. Swenson are sitting here with our tongues hanging out, and nothing to groove on but our own fingers in our pussies," Karla said.

Marcy stared at the two women bleary-eyed, and saw that that was exactly what they were doing. The big Swedish woman was sitting in the lotus position, her wide-spread thighs revealing the immensity of the reddish cavern between them. She was plunging one whole hand in and out. She was so close that Marcy could smell the rich aroma of her sex juices as she masturbated and watched the fucking trio. Karma was lying on her belly, her head as close as she could get to the joined bodies; her bottom was moving up and down as she rode her rigidly held finger.

"There's really no reason for you two to remain aloof during this phase of the experiment," Dr. Villiers remarked, ramming into Marcy so hard he made her squeal, and produced a long squishing sound from her tunnel of love and a yelp of joy from Kyle.

"Just what would you suggest?" Mrs. Swenson asked. "X-999's equipment seems to be pretty well occupied."

"Oh, I think not," Dr. Villiers said. "This young woman has shown a great deal of versatility with her mouth, despite the fact that up until yesterday she hadn't realized it was a sex organ."

"Yes, she's a quick study," Kyle agreed, his eyes glazing as he felt the girl's vaginal muscles contracting and pressing his shaft tighter against Villiers'.

"Yeah, that's a groovy little mouth," Karla said, and got up and headed toward Marcy.

"Me first!" Mrs. Swenson said, and Marcy found herself staring up into the Grand Canyon of the older woman's sex.

"You first, nothing! I've got dibs on this hot mouth," Karla said. "Nice Marcy's going to make me cum and cum and cum."

"No, me!" Mrs. Swenson gave Karla a push.

"Out of my way, you Swedish cow!" Karla said, doubling up her fists.

"Get lost, you red-cunted bitch, or I'll kill you in your furry twat!" Mrs. Swenson yelled.

"Ladies, ladies, don't fight over me," Marcy said weakly, but they either didn't hear her or chose to ignore the words.

"I'm going to sit down on her face, and she's going to eat me until I drown her in my cum," Mrs. Swenson vowed, starting to squat over Marcy's face.

Marcy stared up at the huge white mounds of the woman's buttocks, at the heavy meaty thighs, and at the heaving belly with its clumps of blonde hair. She wondered if she would be swallowed whole by the purple cavern of lust. Maybe she would just disappear, head, shoulders, and all into that yawning void. No, she decided, at least part of her would remain. As long as Dr. Villiers' hugeness was lodged inside her, nothing could gobble her whole. That was somewhat comforting, and gave her another reason for hoping he would never stop pounding into her.

"No you don't, you fat whore!" Karla growled, and pushed the big woman so hard that she toppled over on her face. Mrs. Swenson came up swinging, and caught Karla with an uppercut to the chin that glazed the redhead's eyes but didn't daunt her. Instead, she put her head down and butted into the bigger woman's middle, knocking the air out of her in one loud whoosh.

Mrs. Swenson sat with her rump on Marcy's head, and the girl found herself almost smothered between the snow mountains of the woman's buttocks.

"Stop that at once! You're acting like fishwives! We will have dignity and decorum in this laboratory, or we will cease the experiment right flow!" Dr. Villiers said, as he finished making notes and turned his attention to what was going on around him.

"That bitch hit me!" Karla wailed.

"I saw that," Dr. Villiers said, fucking into Marcy while he frowned up at the other two women.

"That bitch pushed me and rammed her head into my belly," Mrs. Swenson complained, still holding her middle.

"I also saw that," Dr. Villiers said.

"Then tell her I'm to go first with that pussy-eater."

"Please, do not use such derogatory terms about one of my laboratory subjects, Mrs. Swenson," Dr. Villiers said, moving his larger cock around and around Kyle's in Marcy's now looser interior.

"Ohhhh, I'm going crazy," Kyle moaned, writhing and twisting in a delirium of passion.

"You tell her she's only hired help around here, that I'm one of the experimental animals, and so I get to have my pussy eaten before she does," Karla said.

"I told the two of you to cease and desist!" Dr. Villiers, not raising his voice but managing to get an edge of menace into it. "X-999's mouth is quite large enough to take care of both of you if you arrange yourselves properly."

"Huh?" Mrs. Swenson said.

"What do you mean?" Karla asked.

"Oh God! It's too much… too much…" Kyle groaned.

Dr. Villiers removed his glasses and began to concentrate on his fucking. He was driving steadily in and out of Marcy's raw, lusting flesh, sending her into contortions and causing her to almost black out again. It had an even more violent effect on Kyle. He screeched and grunted, grabbing Marcy by the buttocks as he jetted into her. His hot jism bathed his shaft and that of the doctor, then poured out of the too full-cup and soaked their bellies and thighs.

"I did it! You beat me into doing it! You oversexed man with a cock like a God's!" Kyle raved. "You have the super-prick of the whole world."

"My, my," Dr. Villiers said and reached for his notebook again.

"Hey, you've forgotten us again!" Karla said. "What are we supposed to do?"

"Oh, I'm so happy, soooooo satisfied!" Kyle's shaft had softened a little, and Marcy almost felt as though she were occupied by only one instead of two over-sized weapons. Kyle's eyes were unfocused, and his red hair was hanging down over his face, a trickle of drool forming at the corner of his mouth.

"It was just like he was in me… almost exactly like being penetrated by that monstrosity. Oh God, Marcy, you don't know how lucky you are to have a cunt! Admit you're lucky! Say something! Tell me how lucky you are!"

Marcy didn't answer. She was only vaguely aware of her surroundings. Most of her was drifting through a cloud of male organs, all of which were pushing into her or waiting their turn to do so.

"No appreciation! You stupid girl! I always did say that only a man with a bisexual nature like mine can really appreciate being fucked by a supercock. Women are always being fucked, and they get blase about it, but oh God, what a thrill for me!"

Kyle's shaft was gradually slipping out of Marcy, but Dr. Villiers was going right on with his pounding into her. He didn't seem to ever have to stop to rest, and he never came until he was ready to. Apparently he had total control over his sexual response, and was able to use his organ for pleasure or for experimental purposes for as long as he wanted. He never let the pleasure overpower him as Marcy and the others did.

"Are you going to tell us?" Mrs. Swenson pleaded. "Please tell us before it's all over!"

"Oh yes, the position," Dr. Villiers said, deliberately letting his shaft massage Kyle's. It had an electrifying effect on the younger man. A minute before it had been limp and satiated, but now it started to move in Marcy and she realized it was rapidly filling with blood again.

The renewed swelling and the movement of both men in her again was more than Marcy could stand. She felt her vaginal muscles contract violently, and a surge of hot lava seemed to run through her. Marcy plummeted into unconsciousness as she came with a vibrating twist of her pelvis, with rolling hips and pounding buttocks.

"The little bitch is really creaming, isn't she?" Mrs. Swenson said as Marcy continued to thrash about, mumbling incoherently while rivulets of cunt juice ran down her thighs after inundating the two men who were still in her.

"She's soul-fucking the universe," Kyle said. "It's a psychedelic trip. Her mind's been blown and her cunt has been transfixed."

"Oh… so gooooood… so much… so far in… so full… out of my mind! Virgin… stupid virgin all I've missed…" Marcy babbled.

"Remarkable, most remarkable." Dr. Villiers was making hurried notes. "My scientific peers will never believe, this, but of course we have the film and the tapes to prove it."

"She's having a religious experience, I tell you," Kyle said. "She's undergoing spiritual ecstasy. The fucking trip is a religious pilgrimage, the way to groove on the music of God's great song."

"Yes, that screwing was a sacrament for her," Karla agreed. "That put her in touch with the ancient wonder inside us all."

"Just like in a holy roller church," Mrs. Swenson said. "She's talking in tongues. Personally, I've never seen anything like it."

"Yes, I believe you are all right," Dr. Villiers said. "Our X-999 has reached a state of religious ecstasy, a frenzy in which the upper cortex loses control over the voice, and the spasms known as glossolalia, or speaking in tongues, take place."

"What's she saying?" Kyle asked.

"If I am interpreting correctly, I believe the young lady is saying, 'More, more, more!' And I really do think we should oblige her, my friends."

"Let's go!" Karla approved. "My cunt is so hot I'm afraid the pubic hair is going to catch fire. Just give us the word, Doc. Tell us how to share old Glory Girl and her mouth."

"Obviously you have no imagination at all," Dr. Villiers observed, starting to thrust into Marcy again.

"So tell us what yours has come up with," Mrs. Swenson said.

"Simply face each other and join your genitals for a starter," Villiers instructed.

Marcy babbled incoherently as the two women followed his instructions.

"We may have achieved a real breakthrough," Dr. Villiers said, applying constant pressure on the sensitive center of Marcy's being with his engorged shaft. "I think we may have discovered that lust is the trigger of the universe, that the cosmic consciousness is passion, a vast untapped reservoir of energy that the human body can, if properly trained, seize and make its own."

"So it is like holy, you mean," Kyle said. "I think we ought to build a shrine to Miss Marcy McCall's super orgasm. It's kind of like Buddha under the tree, or Saul on the road to Damascus, or Doctor Leary when he dropped his first acid."

"This is of far greater significance than any of those events," Dr. Villiers said. "We may have witnessed the birth of the sixth sub-race, and Atlantis may rise out of the sea as a result."

"Hey, have you forgotten us?" Karla asked plaintively. She and Mrs. Swenson were standing pressed together full length, Karla's small breasts pushing deep into Mrs. Swenson's mammoth cushions, and her curly red clump of pubic hair almost lost in the dark blonde marsh between the Swede's huge thighs.

"Oh yes, you two. You must excuse me if in the presence of an event that at least equals the discovery of atomic power, I forget your childish belly rumblings."

"Please!" Karla wailed, rubbing frantically against the bigger woman.

Dr. Villiers consulted his watch, timing his thrusts into Marcy with the second hand.

Marcy continued her garbled babbling, her head rocking back and forth to an inaudible rhythm.

"Doctor, please, forget her for a moment and think about us," Mrs. Swenson begged. Her long gash had engulfed Karla's smaller one, and the two were undulating passionately. The smell of their excitement filled the room.

"No imagination," Dr. Villiers said. "Move to stand astride X-999."

Mrs. Swenson lifted Karla and staggered with her to position their joined bodies over the sobbing, mumbling Marcy.

"You know, I believe she is still cuming," Dr. Villiers said, consulting his watch again. "She has been in the process of this orgasm for almost ten minutes. That is utterly and completely impossible, according to any scientific study that I know of."

"I guess you'll have to ascribe it to divine intervention," Kyle said, grooving on the feel of his testicles touching the giant cannonballs of Dr. Villiers. "The Gods have looked down and smiled on this child of lust."

"What now, Doctor?" Karla screeched. She had dug her fingers deep into Mrs. Swenson's meaty butt, and was kicking at the woman's thighs with her heels as she ground her tight-lipped pussy between the furry labia of the big blonde's cunt.

"Why, sit down, of course," Dr. Villiers said. "Sit down on X-999's face, keeping your cunts joined, and she'll start licking."

"But the kid's out of her head," Mrs. Swenson said. "She won't know what to do. We'll just smother her."

"You missed the major point, Mrs. Swenson. She is out of her head with lust, so she will do the lustful thing. The moment she feels her mouth encounter hot woman flesh, she will start licking and tonguing it."

The semi-conscious Marcy looked upward as the two joined women began to sink toward her face. Her glazed eyes saw the tremendous thighs of Mrs. Swenson and the slender curved ones of Karla, saw Karla's flat belly pressed into the older woman's rounder one, saw the fiery red hair of Karla's pubes engulfed in the wiry blonde pelt of the Swede. As the joined cunts came closer, Marcy knew she wanted them, that it was her destiny to want them. She opened her mouth in anticipation, and a burning drop of their combined sex juice dropped onto her tongue.

That drop was like live steam, and it seemed to soak into her very being, arousing some primal instinct, turning loose some ancient power. Marcy screeched with lust and reaching up with both hands, gripping the slender and the fat bottom and drawing them eagerly down.

"I do believe I have created a superwoman," Dr. Villiers whispered in awe, as he saw Marcy's mouth open wide just before her red lips and bared white teeth disappeared into the melange of red and blonde hair, and burrowed into the flaming paradise that lay beneath.

"I hope I don't go down in history on the same page with Dr. Frankenstein," Dr. Villiers muttered. "Shouldn't care for that at all. But I do wonder what would happen if this Goddess of lust were to be turned loose on the world… yes, yes, very interesting postulation."

"You wouldn't dare," Kyle said, still moving lazily in Marcy's flooded pussy. "Even you wouldn't dare do that."

"Don't make foolish statements, young man. There is nothing I wouldn't dare in the name of science, nothing at all!"

"But Doctor, around ordinary people, X-999 would be a menace to society," Kyle protested.

"A menace, or society's salvation?" Dr. Villiers said, readjusting his balls against Marcy's wet cunt lips and lifting her bottom off the floor on his great, strong shaft. "Everybody is constantly saying that what the world needs now is love. Hmmmmm, I wonder."

"But not this much love," Kyle said. "Not the sort of sustained sexual orgy Marcy McCall is capable of."

"You must realize, my boy, that we have tapped the primal power of female sexuality. At a time when people are searching for new solutions and fresh alternatives, we have produced a creature out of the haunted past, a woman who is truly nothing but an appendage to the vagina."

"It's frightening," Kyle said.

"Frightening but fascinating. Imagine what the implications of this could be to… oh, to Women's Lib, for instance. To mile chauvinism, to war and peace. Imagine what the possibilities are to the entertainment world… to the United Nations. Think what the Russians will say, and what the Chinese will do to counter it."

Marcy wasn't hearing any of this. Her face was buried in a dense wet forest of pubic hair, where the two cunts rubbed together. Avidly she nuzzled into the meatiness and delighted in the squishy feel and sound of it. They were so wet that the combined juices ran down her chin. Blindly, lustfully, she nibbled at the liquid, spongy flesh, savoring the sweet, piquant woman taste, laced with a stronger male flavor. She was being served a gourmet feast fit for the most discriminating connoisseur, she was being offered a God-like nectar concocted of the sex juices of four people. She sipped at it gratefully.

Both women were moaning as she licked at their yearning, dribbling meat. She began using her teeth on Mrs. Swenson's thick lips while she slipped her tongue deep inside Karla, searching for the residue of her brother's incestuous sperm. Mrs. Swenson shook violently as the teeth clamped down harder, and her groans of pleasure filled the room.

Marcy's body thrashed between the two men who held her impaled, and they looked at each other in wonder.

"Truly remarkable," Dr. Villiers said. "A phenomenon of the highest order of importance."

"Oh, that hot cunt! It's squeezing me like a vice! Groovy, girl, groovy!" Kyle was more interested in the immediate personal implications.

"I really must think about this. I may have to alter my whole plan of operations… set up a whole new series of experiments to more adequately investigate this unforeseen development."

Marcy's tongue had found Karla's hard little clit, and also Mrs. Swenson's, which was anything but small. It reminded Marcy of the penis of a small boy like Jimmy's had been when he was little. But Jimmy was a big boy now, a big boy in trouble. And she had to help Jimmy, and keep him out of jail. Because if Jimmy went to jail, she'd never get to… to fuck Jimmy… to fuck and blow and ball and screw and eat and… oh Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy!

Mrs. Swenson ground her cunt against Marcy's face, forcing her clitoris deep into the girl's mouth, thrusting it in and out as a man might his cock. Marcy sucked and rolled it between her teeth, her nose pressing into Karla's slippery slit. She chewed and rubbed, chewed and rubbed, feeling the flow of cunt juice increase as the two women shuddered and pulled at her hair. Marcy felt that she could go on forever, go right to heaven on a river of sex juice.

"What are you thinking, Dr. Villiers?" Kyle asked, sounding apprehensive. "You've got such a funny look on your face."

"I think I'm going to do what I said – turn her loose on the world," Dr. Villiers said, "and frankly, the prospect causes me some uneasiness."

Marcy was fully conscious now, and she could feel the two hard cocks stabbing into her overextended pussy, feel them rubbing together and surging against her strained flesh. She could hear what they were saying over the slurping sound of her mouth, and the squishiness of the two cunts she was serving with her mouth.

"You wouldn't dare do that," Kyle said.

"Don't be too sure," Villiers said. "I have in mind some field trips with definite objectives, but with always the possibility of some new discoveries, perhaps some of unprecedented significance and with world-shaking implications."

"Master, great master, I stand in awe of you," Kyle said and rubbed his prick affectionately along the other man's.

"Don't care… don't care what he tells me to do… field trips or acid trips… all I want to do is fuck… fuck… fuck… and eat cunt and blow cock. So good… so filled with cock… mouth filled with cunt… lick… lick… eat… fuck!"

"I do believe she is completely out of her head," Dr. Villiers said. "She has totally lost touch with reality."

"She's cuming again! And wow, so am I!" Kyle yelped, as Marcy's jerking body spun him into unexpected climax. "That's about the third time, isn't it?"

"Yes, foe this round," Dr. Villiers said, and then gasped in surprise. "Oh my, I do believe… I hadn't thought to lose control so soon."

"Glory Hallelujah! I'm making it!" Mrs. Swenson said, bucking like a berserk elephant against Marcy's face and Karla's pussy. "Eat it, girl, eat it all!"

"Don't leave me behind! I'm cuming… cuming… cuming!" Karla howled, and joined in the general overflow of lust.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Marcy sat in Dr. Villiers' office the next day, dressed in a modest blouse and skirt, with her knees tightly pressed together and her hands folded primly in her lap.

"Your record in the short time you have been with us, Miss McCall, is one of the most fascinating I have ever encountered," Villiers said, indicating the lab reports, notes and tapes of his experiments with her.

"I hope I have helped to add to the sum of man's knowledge," Marcy said. She neither looked nor sounded like the sexually insane creature of the night before, but Villiers noted that she was secretly rubbing those closed thighs together. As an interpreter of body language, he knew that meant her thoughts were a long way from being as prim as her demeanor.

"Twenty-two years a virgin and smoldering inside all that time," Villiers said. "The strange quirks of human nature never cease to astonish me. For twenty-two years you were filled with lustful cravings that you hid even from yourself."

"I wasn't aware of suppressing anything. I thought I was just a normal, healthy American girl – a good girl," Marcy said a little wistfully. "Some of the boys I went with did say I was frigid, and called me an iceberg and things like that, but I thought they were just saying those things so they could take advantage of me. You know how a guy does when he wants a girl to do something she knows she shouldn't. They'll say any old thing that pops into their heads, quote Freud or Masters and Johnson or whatever, to get you where they want you."

"And did you have a great many boy friends?" Villiers asked, shuffling papers. "Were there a lot of horny young fellows panting for the honeypot between those lovely white thighs?"

"Well, yes, I guess you could say I was popular, although quite a few of the fellows drifted away when they discovered they weren't going to get what they wanted. Others got nasty, and I just refused to see them any more."

"Tch! Tch! So much to offer and so niggardly with it, Miss McCall!"

"they thought of me as a sex object only. I wanted to be admired for my human potential… for myself… for my…" She had been going to say brains, but stopped when she remembered that Karla had whispered to her sometime during the wild night that her brains were between her legs.

"Were there any males who were more persistent than the others, who sought the golden glory of your cunt more avidly than their rivals?"

"Yes. There was Danny Gregory. All that guy ever thought about was getting a girl on her back, but he's married now and that's all over."

Dr. Villiers made a note. "Danny Gregory. Anyone else?"

"Big John. He's awful. A big fat slob of a hippie with a beard down to his belly and his pants always bulging out in front. I met him at another guy's pad, an artist whose name is Roy Enders. He was always after me to pose in the nude, and his girl friend was kind of peculiar too. She was good-looking, but kind of masculine, you know. She tried to kiss me once when I'd had a couple of glasses of wine, but I guess you know I put her in her place."

"Fascinating," Dr. Villiers said. "Apparently for all your life you have been repressing lesbian tendencies as well as masochistic longings, and, of course, your nymphomania."

"I really am a mess, aren't I?" Marcy said. "Do you think a psychiatrist could help me?"

"Not unless you want to go back to what you were before you answered my ad and came to my suite at the hotel. If you prefer being the puritanical, rigidly controlled and desperately unhappy child you were then, I'll give you another series of shots, and reverse the hypnotic conditioning I use on all my subjects."

"I don't remember that," Marcy said, surprised. When she thought about it, she found she had no recollection of the events that followed her phone call answering the ad, until she had gotten into the car with Villiers.

"Would you like to go back to being that timid, inhibited Marcy McCall?" Dr. Villiers asked like a kindly uncle.

Marcy hesitated. "Uh… No, I don't think I would. I was kind of all frozen inside, but I'm kind of a mess this way too, don't you think?"

"Actually, I find you the most interesting specimen in my whole collection," he said. "Even the Karlows don't have as many sexual facets and quirks. You have almost all of the ones they have, with the exception of incest, and…"

"I think I have that too," she said, shuffling her feet nervously. "Every time I see Kyle and Karla, it makes me think of my brother Jimmy, and wonder how it would feel to fuck him."

Dr. Villiers slapped his forehead. "Of course! How could I have missed it! You amaze me, X-999, you really do!"

Marcy smiled weakly. "I'm glad if I please you, Dr. Villiers. I'd rather please you than anything else in the world." Except fuck you, she was thinking. I'm getting awfully hot, and I wish you'd fuck me right now. How come all the action has slowed down? I thought we'd keep on going just the way we were, fucking, eating cunts, blowing cocks, forever and forever.

"Let's see, where were we?" Villiers said, referring to his notes. "Oh yes, were there any others who were particularly eager in pursuit of your cherry, my dear?"

"Yes, there was Mr. Price. He nearly went out of his head every time he saw me, and that made things very bad, because he was my boss. He was always trying to lure me into his private office, onto his couch, or to sit on his desk. I'd heard of some of the things he'd done to other girls who sat on his desk, so I stayed as far away from him as I could."

"And it was Mr. Price you made the deal with to keep your brother out of jail by refunding his share of the robbery to the company?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, my dear, did he ever hint at some other form of compensation? Perhaps that he would accept your body in payment for your brother's crime?"

"He hinted at it very strongly, but I pretended I didn't know what he was getting at. He's really awfully lustful. His wife must be a dried-up prune inside, because he's always looking for outside balling."

"What does Mr. Price look like?" Dr. Villiers asked. "Is he attractive physically?"

"Well, yes. He's tall and slender and really quite dignified most of the time. He has steel gray hair that contrasts nicely with his tanned face. Yes, he's very attractive, in spite of the fact that he's fifty-one."

"Would you like to fuck him, Marcy?" Dr. Villiers asked.

"I guess I'd like to fuck almost anyone I can think of now, Dr. Villiers," Marcy said matter-of-factly. "Maybe I always wanted to, but something just kept me from doing it."

"Could you be a little more specific? Just who in particular would you like to fuck?"

"You, Dr. Villiers," Marcy said. "You changed my whole life when you first put that kingly prick in me."

"Ahem! Yes, but…"

Marcy unclamped her thighs and let her knees fall outward until Villiers could see the white lace of the panties she was wearing. The panties were so thin and so wet that he could make out the damp swirls of blonde pubic hair and the rosy slit parting it down the center.

"Ah… ahem!" Dr. Villiers cleared his throat again. "I was referring to other persons, those who are outside this experimental situation. Who beside Mr. Price?"

"Well, there's Mickey Paul. He's the red-haired, freckle-faced office boy and mail clerk at Price-Meehan. He was always trying to look up my dress. He'd drop an envelope or a scratch pad, and get down on his hands and knees to pick it up and look up my skirt. I guess he thought some day he'd catch me not wearing panties, or maybe pantyhose with no crotch."

"Did you like it when he did that, Marcy? Did it give you a secret thrill?"

"I guess it did. I'd always be a little bit wet afterwards, but I tried to pretend that a boy wanting to see my pussy had nothing to do with that."

"And would you like to fuck this Mickey now, Marcy?" Dr. Villiers asked.

"Oh yes. He's sort of like Jimmy. I mean, they don't look alike, but they remind me of each other. Even their jobs are something alike – Jimmy is an outside messenger boy and Mickey is the inside one."

"I see. And how old is Mickey?"

"Fifteen, I think," she said, shifting position so that her pink-lipped cunt was more visible behind the sopping white nylon.

"And would it be possible for you to seduce this boy right in the office? Is there any private place where you could do that?"

"There's the mail room," Marcy said, "but that girl is always in there."

"What girl is that, Marcy?"

"Sheila, I think her name is. She's a funny kid, glasses and books all the time, you know. Sort of a wallflower type."

"Hmmmm. Do you think she has sexual possibilities?" Dr. Villiers asked. "Do you think she might be as repressed as you were? Do you think that the sight of you and Mickey copulating might turn her on?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm beginning to think anything is possible sexwise."

"It is, my dear, it is. Believe me when I tell you that the central theory of my work is that there is no person in the whole world who does not, deep within himself, crave a full and varied sex life. The hardest, most cynical intellectual; the coldest, most astute banker; the nun in her convent; the bishop in his palace – all long for, if they but knew it, the deep satisfaction and joy that a creative and varied sex life would bring."

"Not Aunt Phoebe!" Marcy said positively.

"And who is Aunt Phoebe?"

"My maiden aunt. She's been a confirmed man-hater all her life. She lives in a weird old apartment and never goes out because she'd have to look at men anywhere she went."

"Does she prefer women?" Villiers asked, making notes.

"Not that way, although she doesn't seem to despise them as much as she does men. What she really hates is sex, I guess."

"And just to think, but for an ad in the paper, you might have ended up just like Aunt Phoebe!"

"Yes. I could have been just like her, hating men and never seeing anyone but the live-in maid. Hers is a black girl from Haiti called Francie."

"Oh? Yes, well… we do seem to have an interesting group of subjects here, don't we, my dear?"

"Subjects?" Marcy asked.

"Yes, subjects for your field trips."

"Oh. I guess you did mention something about that while we were all fucking in the laboratory," Marcy said.

"We were experimenting in the laboratory, my dear," Villiers corrected.

"Whatever, why can't we go back there and fuck some more?" Marcy pouted. "I like to fuck."

"You do indeed, but I think you'll find the itinerary I'm setting up for you will provide a wider range of sexual opportunities than is available in our laboratories."

"I don't care. I just want to lie down and have people stick things in me – cocks, clits, tongues, fingers, anything groovy," Marcy's voice was husky with lust.

"You will, my dear, but first I have a few more questions," Dr. Villiers said. "Tell me, do you think twenty thousand dollars is enough for the things we're asking you to do?"

Marcy giggled. "If it weren't for Jimmy, I'd tell you to keep the money and just think up more things for me to do."

Dr. Villiers smiled. "Don't worry, that's exactly what I'm going to do. After all, that's the name of the game. That's what my research is all about, and why we receive grants from rich people, from foundations and from international organizations. They are all dedicated to the principle that the salvation of the human race lies in hyper-sexualization."

Marcy couldn't get very excited about the salvation of the human race, not when, she was burning with an insatiable lust that never seemed to leave her, not even when she was asleep. If she wasn't fucking, she was dreaming about it.

"Do you know who Gerry and Beth Winston are, Marcy?"

"The superstars? Of course, everyone knows who they are. They're part of what people call the Beautiful People. Why?"

"They are two of our benefactors," Dr. Villiers said. "Not so much because of their concern for the human race, I'm afraid, as for their predilection for outrageous sex."

"I don't believe it," Marcy said.

"Would you like to meet them, Marcy?" Villiers asked. "Would you like to spend a night pressed between the most beautiful woman in the world and the most sought-after man?"

Marcy gasped. "Me? Little nobody Marcy McCall?"

"No, sexpert Marcy McCall, the first of a new race of super sexed women who will someday remake the world."

"But they're glamorous, exciting people and…"

"So are Baron Otto von Furstan and his Miranda," Dr. Villiers said. "The German shipping magnate and his beautiful, aristocratic wife are just two more of our donors and, incidentally, sharers. They look forward with keen anticipation to the third parties I send them to share their marriage bed. They are part of that growing group of people who think tri-party marriages are the coming thing; and until that becomes legal, they settle for a less formal arrangement."

Marcy was speechless for a moment. "I – I didn't realize that your research was so philosophic, and had such prominent people backing it."

"If I were to tell you who some of our other backers are, you'd be completely overwhelmed," Dr. Villiers said.

"And I'm going to meet some of these people? Maybe I can even – oh, I can hardly bring myself to think the word in connection with them – fuck them?"

Dr. Villiers laughed. "I assure you, my dear, they have sex as much on their minds as your local grocer or the clerk who waits on you in the dime store or the cab driver who takes you to the airport. Perhaps they are more sexually aware because they aren't put to the grimy necessity of spending most of their time grubbing for a living."

"Wow, I didn't know what I was getting into when I answered that ad! Just to think, Marcy McCall from Plainview, Kansas, making it with Gerry and Beth and Otto and Miranda – oh, golly!"

"But first you must make your local field trips, my dear," Dr. Villiers said. "First we must spread the knowledge, the enlightenment and the joy you have gained among your own circle of acquaintances, mustn't we?"

Marcy's excitement vanished, and she looked uneasy. "I – I suppose so, if you say so."

"What's the matter, my dear? You seem to have lost your enthusiasm."

"It's just that I don't want to get very far away from your cock, Dr. Villiers," Marcy confessed. "It's become kind of like a God to me – it really has."

"Why, how nice, Marcy," he said kindly. "But it will be with you in spirit, and when you return, it will be ready and waiting for you. You have my word on that."

Marcy still hesitated. "There's something else, too. I've only been the way I am since I met you and came here, and if I get away from you, is there any danger I'll change back? I mean, I wouldn't want to be that old uptight, frozen-pussy Marcy McCall for anything. She didn't even know her mouth could be used for anything but eating and talking."

"Don't worry, my dear, you are one of us now – a crusader for a sexualized world. Away from here, you may behave a bit more circumspectly. I do not expect you to take your clothes off in the middle of San Francisco during the rush hour, and start fucking traffic policemen on the hoods of cars. But I assure you that at every reasonable opportunity you will want to fuck, lick, or blow every attractive person you meet. You will want to share yourself with the rest of humanity, you will want to bring love and peace to a world that has seen too much of hate and war."

"You make me sound like a crusader going out to face the infidel," Marcy giggled.

"You are a crusader, and the enemy you face is far more evil than any infidel. Some of its many pseudonyms are chastity, virginity, constancy, and all the other devices for repressing natural sexual urges."

"Beside my quest, the money you are paying me means nothing." Marcy said. "Except to keep my dear Jimmy safe, of course."

"Of course. Now, shall we go over the first phase of your adventure, your first post-graduate assignment, so to speak?"

"Yes, sir. I'm ready to do anything for you, Dr. Villiers."

"Are you? Are you ready to seduce Mr. Price in his own office, and then proceed to do the same for Mickey in the mail room?"

Marcy gulped but nodded bravely. "Yes, sir. You can depend on me. If Mr. Price and Mickey are seducible, I'll seduce them."

"There's a kind of nice counterpoint to that, isn't there? From corporation president to office boy in one jump."

Marcy didn't know what counterpoint was, but she nodded in agreement.

"And just to add a little something extra to our experiment, I think we'll give you a contingency plan."

"What's that?"

"Well, let's see, how shall we put it? Ah yes, if during your sexual conquest of these two males, you are by any chance interrupted by anyone – man, woman, girl or boy – you will immediately involve them in the proceedings also. Do you understand?"

"Not quite."

"All right, let me explain further. If while you are fucking young Mickey, the girl you mentioned should come in, you are to reach out and draw her into the fun. Right?"

"Right," Marcy said.

"And if Mr. Meehan should walk in while you're doing your thing with Mr. Price, then Mr. Meehan mouth will be invited to share that honeyed cunt of yours, won't he?"

"He certainly will, Doctor."

"Good girl! And now I have a little gift for you," he said, taking an amulet on a gold chain from his desk drawer and handing it to her. "This looks like an ordinary piece of jewelry, but it is really a miniaturized recorder that will pick up every phase of your field experiments."

"It will?" Marcy looked doubtfully at the ornament as she fastened it around her neck. "But it's so small."

"It has been especially developed by our scientists," Dr. Villiers said. "Everything will be recorded without your partners in the experiments being aware of it."

Marcy wasn't sure about the ethics involved in taping a sexual interlude with a person without telling them, but she decided that anything that would advance the science of sexology must be all right.

"Oh yes, there's one more thing," Dr. Villiers said, as she got up to leave.

"What's that, Dr. Villiers?"

"Suck my cock first, will you, my dear?" Villiers said, turning away from the desk so she could see that his white smock was open, and his massive prick bare. "The way you've been sitting there with your little blonde pussy winking at me has gotten me moderately aroused, and I don't know anyone who can blow a cock as well as Marcy McCall."

"Oh, thank you, sir!" Marcy said, falling on her knees in front of him and lifting the gigantic balls in worshipful hands. Then she lowered her adoring the swollen tip of his cock.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Why Marcy McCall, what are you doing here?" Suzi Howard asked. "I thought you were taking a month off."

"I am," Marcy said, looking appreciatively at the tall, dark-haired girl who was filling in for her as Mr. Price's secretary. She remembered the time she had found Suzi in the restroom with her dress hiked up around her hips as she adjusted her garter belt. Suzi hadn't been wearing panties, and Marcy had looked quickly away from the patch of black hair covering the plump mound between her thighs. Funny, she had felt nothing but embarrassment then; but now she wondered what it would be like to lick that long, pinkish slit she had glimpsed under the tangle of hair. Dr. Villiers certainly had taught her a lot about awareness and the talent for enjoying life.

"Then what are you doing here?" Suzi asked, leaning back in her chair, and not seeming to notice that this gave Marcy a fine view up the inside of her thighs to the edge of her black lace panties.

Marcy felt a shiver of desire, but confined herself to answered the girl's question. "Mr. Price and I had a little bet in regard to my vacation. I just thought I'd stop by and tell him I won."

Suzi laughed. "Well, I hope you brought your track shoes along. You know how he reacts when he sees you."

"I did," Marcy said, lifting her leg and resting it on the desk top so Suzi could see her spike heels and, incidentally, the expanse of her curved white thigh and the blonde cunt hair showing through the sheer white panties.

"Hey, you look different," Suzi said brightly, looking away. "You must be enjoying that vacation."

"I am," Marcy said, thinking of Dr. Villiers' last words to her. Everyone is a sex target for you, my dear. Never hesitate to go after any person who appeals to you, no matter how unlikely a target he or she might seem. Remember, you are a missionary of sex, and all human beings are open to conversion.

Suzi was an unlikely target, Marcy admitted to herself. She had been one of the most sought after girls in the office; men had swarmed around her before her marriage to a handsome young executive. It seemed unthinkable that she would be interested in a lesbian escapade, but Villiers had assured her that nothing was impossible sexwise. But first things first.

"Is Mr. Price in, Suzi?"

"Huh?" Suzi's eyes jerked away from the leg show Marcy was putting on. "Oh – yeah, he's in. Shall I tell him you're here?"

"Yes, please," Marcy said, remembering how she had envied Suzi her poise, her power over men, her beauty, and her cool. Perhaps later she could.

"He says for you to come right in," Suzi reported, switching off the intercom. "You be careful, Marcy."

"I will, hon. Don't worry about me." Marcy gave the other girl a pat on the shoulder and a broad wink as she headed for the inner office. "See you later."

"Yeah, later," Suzi said, staring after her, puzzled.

Marcy opened the door to Price's office and went in, her body relaxed and swaying, silently extending an invitation that had never been offered before.

"Hello, Marcy. What a pleasant surprise," Rodney Price said, looking up from his papers. "I thought you were going to use your mouth off to…" He stopped, detecting the change in her, but not quite understanding what it was. The crisp white blouse and modest skirt belonged to the old Marcy, but the walk was entirely new.

"There's something I want to tell you," Marcy said, looking at him with smoldering eyes, "and I thought it best to come in and tell you in person."

"That's fine, Marcy, just fine," Price said heartily. "Glad to see you."

Marcy came around the desk and perched on one corner of it, swinging a leg so that her skirt hiked up and exposed a good six inches of thigh above the tops of her stockings. She was wondering why on earth she had been such a stuffy little prude as to evade the hands of such a handsome man. It was going to be a groovy experience to let him fuck her on the top of his big teak desk.

"I made a mistake, Mr. Price," she said in her new, husky voice.

"Did you?" he asked vaguely, eyes riveted to her legs. "You're different, Marcy. Something has happened to you."

"I guess I've learned a lot in the few days I've been gone, Mr. Price," Marcy said, deliberately opening her thighs and letting him see the transparent white panties, with the marshy expanse of her pussy clearly defined behind the damp material.

Sweat popped out on Price's forehead, and he licked his lips nervously. The Snow Maiden had suddenly turned into a come-on girl, and he didn't know what to make of it. "Uh – what was it you wanted to tell me? What was the mistake you made?"

I wonder which would be the most fun, to fuck him first or to suck his cock? Which would surprise and shock him the most: if I lay right down on the desk, spread my legs, and told him to stick his prick in or if I got down on my hands and knees, opened his fly, and started to blow him?

She moved sideways on the desk until her full-fleshed thighs were on either side of his hands, as they clutched the paper he'd been holding when she came in. "I wanted to tell you how wrong I was."

"About what? Jimmy? Have you changed your mind about our bargain?" Price asked eagerly. "Do you want to try some other way of protecting your brother? Perhaps I could…"

"You don't have to do a thing for me, Mr. Price," Marcy whispered. "I want to do something for you. Something you'll remember all your life."

Price gulped and brushed at the silver hair at his temples. "What would that be, Marcy?"

Marcy took the paper from his fingers, smoothed out the marks his damp hands had made, and placed it neatly in the "Out" basket. As she turned, the toe of her shoe rubbed along Price's thigh, and he jumped like a skittish horse. Marcy laughed and slipped the shoe off, then ran her toes up to his crotch, where his pants were stretched taut across the swelling of his manhood. He watched the foot, fascinated, as it traced around the outline of his balls and on up the shaft of his cock.

"I must have been crazy," Marcy said, more to herself than him, "When I think what I've been missing for twenty-two years, I really must have been crazy."

"Oh God, Marcy, do you mean what I think you mean?" Price said hoarsely. "I've wanted you so much! I spend half my time in the office with a hardon because of you!"

"That must have made Mrs. Price happy – when you took those hardons home for her to take care of, I mean," Marcy said, as he leaned forward in his chair to kiss her breasts through the tailored blouse.

"Her? That frozen turnip? I've never seen her excited over anything but a thousand dollar bill!" he said, his fingers crawling up under her skirt to the warm flesh of her thighs. "It's been years since she fucked me with anything but a disgusted look on her face."

"Poor Mr. Price," Marcy murmured, working his zipper open with her toes.

"Marcy, Marcy," he whispered huskily. He kissed her knees while his fingers edged under the elastic of the panty legs. "Darling, sweet little Marcy."

"I've learned that sex is going to be the salvation of the world, Mr. Price. It's the one thing everybody needs. Even Mrs. Price needs it. Maybe we ought to try to do something about her."

"The only thing anyone could do for her sexwise would be to jam a million dollars up her dried-up cunt," Price said bitterly.

"Have you ever tried a wet, slippery tongue?" Marcy asked. She had gotten his belt unbuckled and his cock had sprung free of the restraining cloth so that she could run her toes up and down it.

"Yeah! It makes me sick to think of it," Price said. "But I'll eat your cunt, Marcy, any time you say. How about right now? It's such a pretty little blonde pussy."

"We were discussing your wife's cunt," Marcy said, catching the head of his prick between her caressing toes and squeezing it until he gasped. "A tender, loving tongue may be just what she needs."

"Are you kidding? That thing's made of sandpaper inside," Price said, and nibbled his way up the inside of Marcy's thighs.

"I can't believe that," Marcy said, glancing speculatively at the intercom.

He shrugged. "Let's forget about her. You are going to let me do all the things I've always wanted to do to you, aren't you, Marcy darling?"

"I'm going to insist on it," she said, "and then I'm going to teach you a few things."

"You, Marcy? The innocent little virgin is going to teach an old rogue like Rodney Price new tricks?" He laughed.

"You're going to be surprised," she said, pushing him back in his chair and reaching under her skirt to skin off her panties. "There, how's that?"

"Oh my God, Marcy!" he choked, staring open mouthed at the wide-flung thighs and the golden cunt between them.

"Do you like my cunt, Mr. Price?" she asked, pulling the pink lips open so he could see better.

"It's like a beautiful rose," he said, as she slid forward on the desk and raised her knees so the whole under part was fully revealed.

"Love it a little bit, Pricie, and then we'll fuck," Marcy said, and instantly the man's hot lips were on her thighs, racing upward through the silken cunt hair, the eager tongue searching for the delicate heart of the expanding pussy.

"Oh, you darling, darling girl," Mr. Price mumbled, as Marcy leaned back to give him better access to her elevated cunt.

"Does it taste good, Mr. Price?" Marcy asked, as he licked at the juicy twat, and let his tongue dip between the pink cunt lips and enter her.

There was no answer, and Marcy closed her firm young thighs around his ears. She was sure he was too absorbed in his feast of passion to notice what she was doing, but she preferred not to take any chances. Supporting herself on one arm, she pressed the button on the intercom.

"Yes, Mr. Price?" Suzi's voice said at once.

"It's me, Suzi," Marcy said softly, and felt a delicious thrill shoot through her at the thought of lying on Rodney Price's desk while he ate her cunt and she talked to his secretary. "Mr. Price is – uh – very busy, and asked me to ask you to call Mrs. Price and tell her to come to the office. You're to say he has a surprise for her, a million dollar surprise."

"Are you sure, Marcy?" Suzi sounded doubtful. "He didn't mention anything like that to me."

"No, I'm sure he didn't," Marcy said, with a husky little laugh. "It's something I brought him, and he wants his wife to enjoy it too."

"But you weren't carrying anything when you went in there," Suzi said. "What's going on? You'd better let me talk to Mr. Price."

"Now, Suzi, you know how annoyed he gets if you interrupt him when he's concentrating. Just call Mrs. Price and tell her to hurry."

There was a brief pause, and Marcy wondered if the other girl could hear the slurping of her boss's tongue as he chewed and licked at her dripping cunt. She didn't really care, but she hoped Suzi would make the call in spite of her suspicions.

"All right, Marcy," the voice said finally. "It's no skin off my nose. I'll call Mrs. Price and deliver the message."

"Thank you, Suzi," Marcy said, making her voice a caress. She released the button and looked at the clock, trying to estimate how long it would take Mrs. Price to hurry into town and burst through that office door. She wanted to be sure she and Rodney were in the most sexually provocative position possible when that happened. But in the meantime she was going to enjoy him in every way she could think.

She inched her hips forward on the desk, releasing his ears and thrusting upward so that the dripping marsh her pussy had become smeared over his whole face. Price groaned with pleasure, and his tongue found her clit and drew it between his lips, sucking avidly.

Marcy moaned, and slid her legs onto his shoulders, pressing the golden cunt tighter against his mouth.

"More, more, please more!" she said. "Drive your tongue in deeper! Suck the whole cunt! That's it that's the way I like to be eaten. I like a man's tongue to run right through me. I like to feel it lick up the hot juice – poke at the inside of my cunt – touch my very depths!"

The only sound from the man was a loud slurping noise as he followed every instruction she gave. Marcy's delight increased as she realized what a hold she had over him.

"Do you like the taste of my cunt, Mr. Price? You should, it was specially flavored for you. It was spiced and perfumed and stirred to the boiling point so there would be lots of juice – so it would run down your chin like it's doing now – so it would cover your nose, your eyes and your cheeks!"

"Slurp… slurp… slurp," was all that came from Mr. Price.

"Take the cunt lips between your teeth, Mr. Price. Chew on them – gently. And now a little harder. Eat me like you want to swallow all of Marcy."

A whimpering sound came from between her legs, and she squeezed his head in gratitude as his teeth nipped at the blood-filled cunt lips and threatened the roots of her throbbing clitoris.

"It's sooooo nice just to lie here and stare at the ceiling and feel your mouth doing all those delicious things to me. Just think, if I hadn't been such a frozen little shrimp, we could have been doing this every day for as long as I've worked here." Marcy felt hot gusts of lust building up in her groin like a desert wind about to sweep everything before it.

"More, more, more!" she ordered, grabbing his hair and using it to pull herself up until she was almost riding his face. "Lick me, suck me, tongue me! I'm getting close now! You do want me to cum, don't you, Mr. Price? You do want me to cum in your mouth?"

"Yes… oh God, yes!" the muffled words were tortured. "I'd die if you didn't! I've wanted you to for so long!"

"Okay, I'm going to cream into your mouth until you'll feel like you're drowning! You're going to be covered all over with my cunt juice! There'll be so much you can swim in it!" The newly familiar burning was in Marcy's loins now. She felt as though someone had started a four-alarm fire deep inside her, and only the thirsting tongue of the man between her legs could put it out.

"More… more… deeper… deeper… oh you're such a good cunt sucker! Such a marvelous pussy eater! I'm going to suck your cock just as good as you're doing me. I'm fucking your mouth now, and later you'll get to fuck my mouth and I'll swallow every hot drop of your cum! Now!! Here! Come – now!" Marcy reared up, completely off the desk, holding onto Price's head. Her feet thumped on his back as the river of fire inside her broke free and hit his mouth like a blast from a furnace.

"Drink it – drink all the girl jism! Sip the perfumed cunt juice!" She rocked back and forth on the man, twisting on his face, slamming her flooding cunt against his mouth and screaming so loud she was sure Suzi could hear her, in spite of the soundproofed ceilings and walls.

Marcy twitched a couple more times, and then let Mr. Price ease her back onto the desk. He still couldn't seem to believe what had happened.

"Thank you, Marcy, for letting me do that," he said humbly. "I haven't done anything that exciting in years. Your cunt is like a perfumed garden."

"Maybe all cunts are when you really get into them, Mr. Price," Marcy said.

"No, no one else's could be as sweet," he insisted, kissing her thighs, her belly, and the little mounds at the back of her thighs where they joined her ass cheeks. Marcy stretched languidly, and rolled her lower body back and forth so he could kiss her wherever he had a mind to, and lick the pungent, sticky cum from her flesh.

"I've got you all over me," he said after a few minutes. "Perhaps I should go wash up."

"No, don't! Please don't reject me that way!" She wanted him to reek of her jism when his wife arrived. "Don't you like the taste and smell of me all over you?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Darling little Marcy. Always so aloof and cold before, and now so willing and available."

"Not to mention eager," she giggled, and suddenly slid down into his lap facing him. She searched for his cock with her cunt, rubbing her wet slit along its length. "Wouldn't you like to put that in me, Mr. Price?"

He sucked in his breath. "You know I would! Can't you feel how it throbs for you! I want to put it in you so far it'll come out the top of your head!"

"Then do it!" she whispered, raising up a little and pushing at his pants to get them out of the way.

"Marcy, I never dreamed you could be this way," he said in wonder. "So giving… so free… so lusting!"

"I couldn't be before, Mr. Price," she said. "I'm entirely different now. In just a few days I've been released from a lifetime of inhibition and repression. The inner woman has been aroused and turned loose to do as she pleases. Marcy of the compressed lips, the closed thighs, and the virginal cunt has been forcibly removed. And there underneath, where she was all the time, I discovered this other Marcy. Marcy, the primal woman, whose reason for existence is a cunt that can be filled with cock, and a mouth that can serve man or woman."

"Marcy, you almost shock me!" Mr. Price laughed shakily. "And I always thought I was such a swinger."

"If you are, then swing that prick into me," she said, rubbing along the length of his maleness.

"Oh darling Marcy, you're so adorable! So delicious! What you're doing for me today is beyond price!" His eyes were bright and shining as he looked at her. "Forget the twenty thousand dollars, darling. I'll pay it back for you, and no one will ever know the difference."

"No – no!" Marcy protested. "I'm doing this for you, Mr. Price! It would be ruined if you gave me anything for it. I'm doing it for pure lust, and money would spoil it. Don't you understand?"

He looked puzzled. "I guess so, but…"

She wriggled her bottom and rearranged her thighs slightly, then let her open cunt sink down on his enflamed weapon. The wonderful sense of fullness made her senses swim, and when her golden cunt hair mixed with his wiry gray hair and her buttocks came to rest on his balls, she shivered with ecstasy.

"Do you understand now?" she asked softly, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders as she rode his manly shaft.

"Yes, Marcy, I understand," he said, thrusting up into her with such force that he almost sent her flying off the rod that kept her pinioned to his lap.

"Then fuck me, Mr. Price darling! Fuck me long and hard!"

He plowed deeply into her again. "Oh God, Marcy, you're so tight! Just like the virgin I always thought you were!"

"I was a virgin," she said. "It was a sickness I had to get over. Now my cunt is like a singing flame, searching for fresh man meat to feed it. Before it was a barren desert, bleak with superstition and fear, a joyless monument to a puritanical upbringing and a soul that was dead."

"Why, Marcy, that's almost like poetry."

"Fucking is poetry, Mr. Price. It is also music and art. There is nothing on the face of the earth to equal it, nothing that can take its place."

Her tight wet flesh gripped him, her hyper-sensitive inner cunt walls grasping every line and curve of the cock upon which she was impaled. It sensed the rounded knob on the end, and the thick veins along the sides that gave it life. She was so carried away in her lustful imaginings that she thought she could feel the tiny slit in the tip, and even the color of it the purplish knob, the rusty reds and browns of the shaft, and the darker brown of the sacs at its base. The pleasure of the friction of sensitive flesh against sensitive flesh, the buildup of tension in the delicate inner walls of her vagina, the tiny nerve endings in her clitoris that sent electric shocks of keenest sensation to her brain: all combined to convince her all over again of the inestimable value of her new-found voluptuousness.

"I could sit here on that driving spear forever," she whispered. "I could let you stab me with it until I was nothing but a sieve. I could fuck and fuck and fuck."

She rocked on him and rolled her hips, feeling the hard flesh twirl inside her. Tightening her thighs, she concentrated on flexing and releasing her internal muscles as she rode up and down his throbbing organ.

"Marcy, how could you have learned so much in such a short time? You know more about gripping a cock with your cunt than any whore or call girl I've ever been with. Innocent little Marcy? Who taught you?"

"Dr. Villiers. Three days with him and any woman can be my equal," she said modestly. But Dr. Villiers had said she was something special, different from other women. The primal urge in her might not be so strong in everyone, although there was always the ache for lust, the craving to engage in a multitude of sexual experiences. Her desire to fuck and be fucked, suck and be sucked, eat and be eaten was a driving, living force that was irresistible, now that it had been released.

Marcy pressed her tiny clit hard against Price's shaft while she rolled her cunt in circles around his manhood. Harder and harder, faster and faster, round and round and round.

"Drive into me! Stab me! Break me in half!" she yelled, kicking her legs outward and then slamming her thighs back against his legs, pounding her lust-crazed cunt against his pulsing loins, feeling the head of his prick thudding into the farthest depths of her pussy.

She stared into his eyes as she drew upward, almost letting him escape. He got the message, and reared up hard just as she slammed down with all her might. They met halfway, and the brutal thrust of his member against the thin wall at her cunt bottom would have frightened her if she hadn't already learned how resilient it was.

"I think I'm going to cum!" Marcy said, her voice rising on each word. "I am! I can feel the pleasure shooting along, my veins, I can feel that fucking cock of yours swelling and ramming and beating inside me. You're going to make me cum!"

Price grunted, and they both exploded violently. She screeched with the joy of being so thoroughly used. Her perfumed and spicy cunt juice joined his steamy semen deep inside her, and the combined man-girl cum ran out over both of them.

Marcy collapsed with her head on Price's shoulder, her arms draped around him, her sleek thighs resting on either side of him. His shaft was still spouting inside her, she could feel it dribbling into the already full puddle. It stirred her to move a little, to initiate a sucking, drinking movement with her cunt that was intended to wring every last drop from his organ.

"Wonderful… most wonderful… nothing like it… no woman anywhere… not thousand dollar Paris whore I once had… not the Hollywood sex bomb who made her pocket money fucking any guy with a hundred dollar bill in his hand. None can touch you, Marcy – sweet Marcy!"

"Of course they can't," she said, rocking gently on his softening prick.

"But how can such an innocent child outdo women like that?"

"They didn't have the advantages I had," Marcy said, flexing her inner muscles to capture the last few drops of his jism and his soul along with it.

"Advantages?"

"Yes. They didn't go through the virgin experiment," Marcy said. "They didn't have Dr. Villiers' expert treatments."

"Dr. Villiers? Who is he?"

"I don't know," she said, "but he's the one who taught me to milk a man, to draw the last drop of cream from his cock and then get him going again."

"Again? Oh no, Marcy. I'm fifty. Maybe I could have once, but not now."

"Wait – just wait," she said, rubbing the still enflamed lips of her cunt over his now limp manhood, sliding down a little to grip his balls and squeeze.

"Tell me about this Dr. Villiers, Marcy. Where did you meet him? What does he want?"

"He wants everyone in the world to be like me," she said. "He wants everyone to want to fuck twenty-four hours a day, and when they aren't fucking, to enjoy sucking cocks or eating pussy."

"Marcy, Marcy! Has he made you into a nympho?" Price asked.

"No, no chance. A nympho doesn't really enjoy sex, and Marcy enjoys. Oh God, does she enjoy!" She was kneading his soft man flesh with her trained cunt lips.

Price made a move to lift her off his lap. "We really ought to get decent, in case anyone walks in."

"No one is going to walk in," Marcy said, clinging to him like a leech and refusing to be moved. No one but your wife, that is. And when she gets here I'm going to fuck her and teach you to fuck her, eat her and teach you to eat her. I think that must be my mission in life, the reason why I was born, the reason why Dr. Villiers found me and sent me out to conquer the world with my unstoppable cunt.

"Marcy, you look so wild – what is it? What's the matter?"

"Get hard! Get hard, you bastard!" She was grinding her cunt lips against him now. "I want it! I want it!"

"Marcy, please." He leaned sideways and picked her panties up off the floor. "Here, put these on and let me go wash up."

"No! The only place you're going is over on that couch with me! Ever since I came to work here, you've been trying to get me down on that work bench of yours, and now you're going to succeed! You can have me the way you've always wanted me, fiat on my back with my legs spread and my cunt wide open!"

He stood up still holding her, and tried to set her on her feet. "Marcy, listen to me. I would if I could. When I was younger, it might have been possible, but not now."

"Now, now, now!" she said, pounding her fists on his chest. Mrs. Price was going to be coming through that door any minute, and they had to be in such a lust-provoking situation that she could just reach out and draw the woman into it.

"But you can see for yourself how soft I am," Price said, as she tried to drag him toward the couch.

"That won't last for long. I'll have you hard again in no time," she said, dropping to her knees in front of him and taking the drooping cock into her mouth. She tasted the tang of his cum, and realized the other taste was her own. She liked the taste. Golly, if I were a contortionist, I could lick my own cunt! Wouldn't that be groovy? I'll bet even Dr. Villiers has never thought of a kinky thing like that!

"Marcy, please stop that. You're hurting me. I told you, I won't be able to get hard again for hours."

"Ha! It's getting hard right now!" she said triumphantly.

Price looked down in astonishment. "Why, it is – a little bit, anyway."

Marcy pressed on both sides of the cockhead with her fingers so that the tiny slit opened. Then she probed at it with the tip of her tongue.

"It's like a tiny cunt," she said, "just like my clit is like a tiny cock. Isn't that fascinating?"

But Price wasn't interested. He was getting more jittery by the minute. "Marcy, don't. Suppose Suzi gets to wondering why you're here so long and comes in? And the mail delivery is almost due. I wouldn't want the office boy or the mail clerk to find us like this."

"Why not?" she said. "It wouldn't bother me." She got to her feet and began pulling him toward the couch, holding onto his half-hard cock. "You come with me, Rodney Price – right now!"

Price looked dazed at her ordering him around, and went with her as though half-hypnotized. He reminded Marcy of herself when Dr. Villiers had led her around and she had followed so meekly. It dawned on her that now she was the leader! Her overpowering sensuality held the man gripped in the iron vice of passion, and he couldn't escape until she let him. It gave her a thrilling sense of power, and a desire to make him do things that would both enthrall and humiliate him.

She stepped back away from him and drew herself up to her full height, unbuttoning her prim blouse and unzipping the ladylike skirt. Casting them aside, she faced him with lustful fury, and her voice was severe as she commanded, "Take your clothes off, Rodney! I want to see you naked!"

He looked frightened, but still glanced at the door uneasily. "But what if Suzi or someone comes in?"

"Never mind that! Do as you're told!" Marcy threw that the danger of someone coming in unexpectedly would add to his excitement, and she wanted to shock and arouse him even more. "If Suzi comes in, we'll both fuck Suzi. I was going to do it later anyway, so it won't make that much difference."

Price's mouth fell open, and his cock hardened a bit more.

"Take your clothes off, Rodney!" Her voice cracked like a whip. "Take them off at once!"

"Y-yes, Marcy," he stuttered. "Of c-course, d-darling."

"That's better," she finally said, and walked back to his desk to slip her spike-heeled red pumps back on. She hadn't worn a bra, so all that remained off her clothes were a black garter belt with red roses embroidered on it, and the dark nylons that emphasized the curves of her legs and provided a sharp contrast to the golden triangle they framed. She returned to him, letting her bare breasts bounce arrogantly with every step, beginning to enjoy her dominant woman role.

His clothes were gone, and she stood staring at his firm, trim body, considering how she'd make use of it first. He shivered a little, and she noted that his prick was erect. He obviously liked being treated this way.

"Get down on your hands and knees, Rod!" she commanded. "Crawl to me and worship me the way a Goddess should be worshipped!"

He looked at her, his eyes wide and his mouth slack. The vibrant beauty of her body had never appealed to him more. "Yes, you are a Goddess, you truly are!" he said, and fell to his knees at her feet. "Tell me your pleasure, Golden One! I am yours to command!"

"And command you I will," she promised haughtily. "First you may kiss my feet. Later I may permit you to do the same for my ankles, and then proceed slowly up my legs to the glorious cunt you adore. This time, when you lick me to orgasm, you will open your mouth and let me piss in it! I will tread on you with my high heels and beat you if you disobey! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Marcy – yes, my Goddess," he whimpered, groveling at her feet.

CHAPTER NINE

"Do a good job, Rodney!" the Goddess Marcy ordered. "Be a good little slave and earn your reward!"

"Yes, yes, my beautiful blonde Goddess. I lick your feet for the privilege of licking your cunt and drinking at the golden fountain," Mr. Price babbled, reaching up to unhook the stockings from her garter belt and draw them down her legs reverently.

"Hurry, slave, or I'll use this on you!" Marcy had picked up a thin steel ruler from the desk, and was threatening Price with it. The sudden reversal of authority in their relationship sent renewed lust racing through her, and she could see its arousing effect on him. The minor miracle of Marcy McCall, the meek and modest virgin, being transformed into a dominating, demanding tyrant with an all-conquering cunt, was all she needed to turn her on.

"You make a good body servant, Rodney," she said, stretching out a leg so he could draw the stocking off, and also so that he could see the rosy gash under her golden thatch and smell the heat of her lust.

"Now the other one!" she commanded, slapping the ruler sharply across his white buttocks.

He whimpered, but she noticed that his cock was rock hard now.

"I shall have to punish you again, you are really much too slow!" Marcy said. She lifted the ruler above her head and brought it down stingingly once on each buttock, leaving two red streaks.

Price grunted and prostrated himself at her feet, his swollen prick crushed against the floor as he kissed Marcy's feet passionately. He licked in and out between her toes, kissing her instep and working back to her sole and heel. As Marcy looked down at him, she could feel the lips of her pussy pulsing and a trickle of sex juice flowing down the inside of her thigh.

"Get up – get up on your haunches!" she ordered, and brought the ruler down on his butt again. "I want to see your miserable cock!"

Price obediently scrambled into a squatting position, his shaft pointing at the ceiling.

"You lied to me!" Marcy said, touching the ruler to the swollen flesh. "You said it wouldn't get hard for hours."

"I – I didn't think it would, mistress," Price whined.

"I shall have to punish you for this crime," Marcy said, enjoying herself immensely. It was fun to bully the man she had once been afraid of. She had almost cum just from hitting his bare ass with the ruler. This would make an interesting addition to Dr. Villiers' notes. She hoped the secret recorder in the amulet around her neck was in working order, so he could make a firsthand evaluation of this new facet of her complex nature. They hadn't thought to investigate the sadistic side of her sex profile in the laboratory tests.

"Yes, punish me, please punish me!" Price begged, planting sloppy kisses on her dimpled knees and up the insides of her velvety thighs. "The flesh, the flesh, the firm young flesh."

"How shall I punish you?" the cruel mistress demanded.

"Any way you like, mistress! Any way you think is fitting!"

"Well, since this is what you lied about," she tapped the tip of his cock with the ruler, "perhaps that is what I should punish."

"Ouch," Price let out a frightened yell as she lightly struck the offending organ.

But as Marcy watched it shrink, she had second thoughts. That was the last thing she wanted! The whole point of this game was to get him hard and keep him hard.

"I have changed my mind, slave! Lie down on your back!" she commanded.

Entirely in her power and unable to disobey, Price stretched out flat on his back, his genitals exposed and vulnerable. Marcy slipped her shoes back on over her bare feet and moved to stand straddling him. She let her eyes flick contemptuously over his lean, strong thighs, his flat belly, and the ripe man fruit in his hairy crotch. The sight aroused her powerfully, but she didn't let it show in her expression. As he stared up at her fearfully, she slapped the ruler against her open palm.

"You have been bad and deserve to be punished," she said sternly, tapping her foot impatiently to call his attention to the menace of the high heels. His eyes kept darting from the ruler to his cock, from the spike heels to Marcy's sneering face and to the spread thighs with the open pink cunt between them.

"Pretty, so pretty," Price said huskily. "The golden glory of my golden Goddess."

Marcy smiled inside. No one would ever have said that to the old Marcy. Men had talked about her golden hair, but they had always meant the golden hair on her head, not the really golden hair that covered her cunt. That was one reason why it was so much more groovy to be the new Marcy. Another reason was the fact that this man was groveling at her feet and loving it. Before, men had been angry and sulky because she wouldn't, and now, because she would, they were willing to let her do anything that entered her head, indulge any whim she might express.

"Open your mouth, slave!" Marcy commanded, squatting over her boss's face.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" Price asked.

"I'm going to reward you instead of punishing you," Marcy said. "Because you were so good with your tongue a while ago, because you complimented my cunning cunt, I am going to honor you as I promised."

"Th-thank you, mistress. But how are you going to do that?"

"By allowing you to drink the golden water from the golden glory of my golden cunt! Open your mouth, slave!"

Price's mouth opened, and Marcy sent a stream of hot piss splashing into his face, spraying up his nose, spouting into his mouth, and running down his chin.

"Drink the golden drink! Show how much you love your golden Goddess!" she yelled. "Does that send you, Rodney Price? All those times you chased me around your desk and tried to trap me into falling on that couch, did you ever think about doing this? Does it give you a hardon? Is it making you cum?"

Marcy was working herself into a frenzy. It seemed that every time a new dimension of her liberated sexuality came to the surface, it seized control of her psyche and sent her into more violent states of sexual mania.

"Drink it!" She was sitting on his face now, rubbing her dripping cunt lips all over his head. "Smell it! Smell like it! You're part of Marcy now! You've been baptized in her personal holy water! You've drunk her piss, and so you're hers forever!"

"Yes, Goddess Marcy – yes, beloved mistress! I am your convert and your slave!" Price's hands came up to clutch her buttocks while he kissed her wet thighs, the soaked pubic hair, and the tiny hole from which the shower had come.

Marcy pulled away from him and stood up again. She stepped up onto his naked body, her high heels sinking painfully into his lean flesh as she walked up his legs and torso until she was over his face again. He was grimacing with pain and excitement, and whimpering with lustful anticipation when Marcy let loose another hot, golden blast.

And that was the shocking tableau that greeted Mrs. Agatha Price as she came through the door without knocking.

She was a tall, stately woman in her middle forties, with bluish-gray hair, a tight no-nonsense mouth, and a body whose curves would have been generous if they hadn't been so constricted by stays and heavy elastic. She was impeccably groomed, and her pink dress had the look of a Paris original.

"What in the name of…" The woman's mouth gaped open, and her eyes almost rolled out onto the floor.

"Come right in, Mrs. Price," Marcy said, settling herself on Rodney's face again. "Come on in and join the party!"

Mrs. Price's face turned scarlet, and she choked and sputtered. "I – what – are – you – doing to my husband!"

"Right at the moment I'm feeding him a mouthful of cunt," Marcy said cheerfully, "but I was pissing on him when you came through the door. We're having a ball, and we'd love to have you join us."

"You – you filthy little beast! Get away from my husband!" The woman almost turned purple with rage. "Rodney, get that woman off you! Put your clothes on! Have you gone mad?"

"Agatha…" Mr. Price began, as he made an effort to sit up.

"Lick that for me, will you, Rod old boy?" Marcy said conversationally, shoving him flat again and forcing her swollen labia against his mouth. "And you, Agatha, come over here where I can get a good look at you."

Caught off guard, Agatha took a step or two toward them, then gasped in recognition. "I know you! You're – why, you're Marcy McCall! I can't believe it!"

"You might as well believe it, because it's true. I'm Marcy McCall, onetime good girl and dependable secretary, who never had any fun. This is the new-Marcy McCall, Agatha, ex-virgin transformed into sexpot, and having nothing but fun!"

"This is vile… obscene!" the woman said. But she couldn't take her eyes away from the sight of the girl rocking her wet golden cunt into Rodney's mouth, and the way his tongue dipped into it as though it were a delicious fruit.

"Come on over closer so you get a better view," Marcy invited. "Your husband is a real great cunt-licker. You ought to let him eat you once in a while."

"You dirty, filthy child! If I come any closer it will be to grab you by the hair and throw you off – of that – that disgusting creature who used to be my husband!"

"Aw, come on, Agatha, don't knock it until you've tried it," Marcy said, reaching behind her to fondle Price's prick. "Look at that, Aggie! That's a nice big fat cock for a guy Rod's age. How would you like to suck on that while he eats my pussy? Or maybe you'd rather take my place and let me blow him while he uses his tongue on you?"

"Ugh! You obscene little beast! And as for you, Rodney…" The woman's voice died away in the middle of her threat. Her face was as pale now as it had been red before, and her eyes were glassy with a raging emotion of some sort. Marcy felt a surge of hope that she was getting to her.

"Did you ever go down on a woman, Aggie?" she asked in a husky purr. "Would you like to eat me? They tell me I have the juiciest, spiciest cunt that ever was, that it drips with honey and wine and all that groovy stuff. Look at how rosy and swollen it is." She raised herself slightly off Rodney's face so his wife could get a clearer view of what he was licking.

"Agatha, I hope you'll try to understand…" Price got out, before his mouth was filled again with Marcy's succulent flesh.

Rodney's voice apparently roused Agatha from her stupor, and she came bearing down on them like a berserk Sherman tank. "Get away from my husband, you bitch! Let him up!" Her hands were doubled into fists, and her eyes flashed fire.

"Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly," Marcy said under her breath. "Just let me get my hands on you and it won't take me long to have you begging to be fucked!"

Agatha Price's fingers curved into claws as she reached for Marcy's hair, but Marcy was younger and quicker. Like a snake striking, her arms went around Mrs. Price's hips, pulling the woman toward her. Her head went down, and she buried her face where the dress stretched taut across the woman's upper thighs and lower belly. For a moment, she was afraid her plan would be foiled by the heavy girdle she could feel under the dress. But as her mouth slid downward, she felt the warmth of the hair-covered cunt under thinner layers of material.

"What – what are you doing? Let go of me, you dirty bitch!" Mrs. Price grabbed handfuls of Marcy's hair, and was trying to drag the hot mouth away from her body.

Marcy hung on, her mouth hot and wet against the pink dress. Her breath was like a furnace, and she was using it all-out effort to transmit the urgency of lustful message.

"Let go of me! Get your mouth off my – my…" Mrs. Price couldn't bring herself to say the word that referred to her genital area. She yanked at Marcy's hair, but her determination seemed to wilt slightly as the blast of Marcy's steaming breath seeped through the intervening cloth and hit her pussy.

"Oh, no… no… no!" the woman groaned, pounding her fists on Marcy's shoulders. "Stop that! Stop it this minute!"

"You don't mean that, Aggie," Marcy said. "You want me to eat you. You want my tongue shoved up that sultry cunt, don't you?"

"No, no, no! You perverted, immoral hussy, let go of me! Don't do that! You're getting me all wet!"

"You're getting yourself all wet, Aggie. Your cunt is starting to juice up, and in another minute it will be simmering, and you won't be able to resist raising your skirt and – here, let me lift it for you."

Marty's hands let go of the tightly girdled buttocks and slipped to the hem of the dress and up under it. Her fingers slithered up over the stocking tops to the bare flesh above. She lifted the skirt, revealing the woman's legs to her own gaze and also to that of the helpless Rodney, as he stared upward through the pale forest of Marcy's pubic hair.

"Not bad. Nice and firm. You've taken good care of your body," Marcy said approvingly, sliding her hands higher and lifting the skirt with them. Supporters held the stockings taut to the girdle, and pink silk panties concealed the color of the cunt hair beneath, but at the same time revealed a startling fact – the cloth was sopping and fragrant with woman juice.

"Let me alone, you little whore! You haven't any right to assault me like this! I'm not like my husband! I'm not interested in sex – not with a man, much less with a woman!"

"You're lying, Aggie, and you know it," Marcy said, poking her head under the skirt and kissing the bare thigh as she moved her lips up to where a few strands of pubic hair straggled from under the edge of the pink panties. Marcy licked at the hair, tasting the salty tang of the woman's juices while she ground her own cunt against Rodney's active tongue. It was a situation admirably suited to Marcy's newly discovered penchant for bizarre sexual involvements.

"Please… please, let me go!" the older woman begged. "You don't understand. I'm no lesbian. I've never been much interested in sex and…"

"You can say that again!" Rodney muttered from beneath Marcy's golden pussy.

"I'm too old to start now. I'm past the age for…"

"It's never too late for sex," said Marcy. "Everyone craves a full and varied sex life. The most cynical intellectual, the coldest and most astute banker, the nun in the convent, the bishop in his palace, all long for the pleasures of creative and varied sex." Marcy knew she was quoting Dr. Villiers almost word for word, but she didn't care. "Even you, Mrs. Price. Behind that haughty stare and disdainful nose, under that tight girdle, beyond those compressed lips, is a deep longing for sex of a thousand and one delicious kinds."

"No, no! I'm a lady! A New England lady! I'm better than other people! Better than my husband! I hate that sweaty groping between the sheets! I have no desire to be the target for a dirty old prick!"

Marcy yanked at the dress until she got it off over the woman's head and left her standing there breathing heavily. She was half leaning against Marcy's face while she tried to will herself back under control.

"Admit it, Mrs. Price," Marcy whispered, looking up at the woman's corset. "If you're not interested in sex, how come the show-off underwear and the expensive panties?" She darted her tongue under the edge of the latter, stabbing at the plump cunt mound and licking the curly hair.

"Don't do that. I'm too old and dried up to enjoy anything. There's no sensation – nothing. Maybe that's why Rod has played around so much. No one has any use for a dried-up cunt."

"It's not dried up now," Marcy reported. "There are droplets of juice all over your hair. It's outasite! You are a little bit tight though, almost like a virgin. Wow, how about that? A forty-plus virgin!"

"Please don't do that, Marcy. It is most unpleasant," Mrs. Price said. But her breathing was still labored, her breasts heaving with emotion of some kind.

"Is it really?" Marcy asked. "A friendly little tongue is unpleasant? I don't believe it. How can you possibly not like having someone run their tongue all over your mound? Just wait till it finds its way into your actual cunt or your clit."

"I don't have any clitoris," the woman said stiffly. "Never did have one. Never wanted one either."

"What nonsense! Of course you have one, you just never admitted it was there. I'll find it, don't worry. And if I don't, I'll make one for you."

"Don't be silly, child. How could you?"

"I can do anything sexwise, Mrs. Price," Marcy said. "I'm a supergirl as far as sex is concerned. For twenty-two years I kept my libido so bottled up that it grew and grew and grew, until it was like a great crouching monster waiting to break loose and devour the world – at least every cock and cunt in the world."

"I think you're crazy," Mrs. Price said, but her voice had softened considerably. "Your intentions may be good, and you are a lovely child, but you're…"

"And you have a lovely cunt, Aggie," Marcy said. "I don't understand why Rodney wouldn't eat it."

"She wouldn't let me," Rodney said. "When I tried, she said it was obscene, that I was just using her as a sex object, that I didn't recognize her worth as a person. The woman within, I think she called it."

"But, Mrs. Price, the woman within is in here. It's deep down in the very depths, under all the layers and folds of flesh. It's hiding down here in the pool of your lust." Marcy had pushed the pink panties aside and was working on the woman's cunt.

Mrs. Price shivered at what the girl was doing, and her resistance dissolved. "Oh, Marcy… Marcy," she groaned, her fingers stroking Marcy's hair and her knees leaning against Marcy's shoulders in her eagerness to welcome the knowledgeable, loving tongue into her secret recesses. "If I had only known."

"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.

"Oh Marcy, Marcy, that's heavenly. Never stop, never stop!" Mrs. Price's buttocks were rolling despite the restraining pressure of her boned corset.

"Please take his cock in your mouth," Marcy pleaded. "You promised you'd gobble old Rod while I feasted on your hot cunt."

"Oh, all right, I'll taste it. Just a teensy-weensy taste."

Looking through her peephole, Marcy saw the woman lower her head and stick her tongue out to touch the tip of her husband's prick. She drew back in surprise, then quickly licked it again.

"What a strange taste. It's kind of spicy and… I've never tasted anything like it. It's so… so… I don't quite know how to describe it. It's sending shivers all through me."

"You see? You like it better than you thought, you old iceberg!" Rodney said.

"I don't believe you taste like that," his wife said, after taking a long lick up the side of his cock. "It does taste good, but it can't be you. What is it?"

"That's me, Aggie love," Marcy said. "That's my juice all over Rodney. We fucked before you came in, you know. Isn't that wild? Licking my cum off your husband's cock, I mean."

"You, Marcy? Oh God!" Mrs. Price gasped, and grabbed the shaft with one hand, opening her mouth and engulfing it clear to the roots. She pursed her lips around it and drew them back up its length, then released it and licked her mouth inside and out. "Oh child, you taste lovely! So marvelously sweet and young!"

Rodney groaned. "Quit teasing, you bitch! Either start sucking or leave me alone! That taste is partly me, you know! I came in her, so it's got to be partly me!"

"Globbly – gloop-glub," Mr. Price said, her mouth filled with about six inches of her husband's manhood as she strove to get every drop of Marcy's cunt juice off his hard flesh.

"That's better," Price said, arching his pelvis to thrust up into his wife's flaming mouth. "Suck, woman, suck! Suck it like you've never sucked anything since you stopped sucking your thumb!"

Marcy could see the woman's hands come up to cup her husband's balls while she moved her mouth up and down his shaft, licking up and down both sides… She squeezed the cock tightly between pursed lips, seeming to have a natural inborn knowledge of how it should be done.

"So much man meat," Marcy murmured, as she returned to lapping happily at the steamy woman flesh in her mouth. "Isn't it fun to gobble up, Aggie love?"

"Yes, so long as it's got your sweet taste on it, Marcy darling. I love that." Mrs. Price drew the entire length of her husband's prick into her mouth, vacuuming it with a powerful sucking motion while her tongue searched frantically for any drop of Marcy's juice she might have missed.

"Oh my God!" Rodney howled in delight. "She's got it all the way down her throat! Who would have thought such a cold broad would have such a hot, talented mouth?"

Mrs. Price made a mumbling sound, but it was impossible to tell whether it was in protest at her husband's remarks or in delight at what she was doing. It was obvious she didn't want to stop long enough to make herself clear.

Marcy was delighted. Her plan was working perfectly so far. She wriggled her bottom and shoved her pussy more firmly into Mr. Price's mouth, and then set to work in earnest on Mrs. Price's cunt. This was fantastic! Here she was with these two unhappy older people, not only bringing them temporary relief from their sexual problems, but also teaching them how to give each other joy if they so chose.

She giggled to herself. It was almost like having found another mother and father, but a permissive, cooperative mother and father, who were willing to indulge her sexually. Marcy snuggled contentedly into Mr. Price's crotch. She was the happiest girl in the world!

CHAPTER TEN

Mrs. Price's nylon-sheathed thighs made soft sighing sounds against Marcy's cheeks, and her damp pubic hair tickled around the girl's mouth. Marcy pressed closer to her target, slipping her tongue in and out in a steady rhythmic tempo that stimulated the flow of lubricating fluid in the tight cunt.

Mr. Price was doing almost precisely the same thing to Marcy that Marcy was doing to his wife. She rotated her blonde pussy slowly and steadily against his eager licking, thinking he was almost as good a pussy-eater as she was herself.

And Agatha was learning fast. She was relaxing, and seemed less afraid to open her thighs fully, overcoming a lifetime of keeping them close together in order to guard her chastity, as well as to discourage her husband's unwanted attentions. Now they were spread wide, and the long gash under her labia was open in appreciation of Marcy's arduous efforts.

Mrs. Price was also learning about cock-sucking. At first she had licked eagerly at her husband's cock because it was covered with Marcy's pungent juice, but now that that excuse was gone, she was beginning to appreciate the hard, rubbery flesh of the prick for its own sake. She needed no more urging to tackle her task with finesse and enthusiasm.

"How about that?" Price muttered. "She's really doing it well. I didn't think old Frozen Puss had it in her."

"This pussy isn't frozen," Marcy said. "It's so hot my tongue sizzles every time I stick it in her."

Mrs. Price's only comment was a gurgle, as she bathed her husband's prick with saliva and circled it with a tantalizing tongue.

"Isn't this nice?" Marcy said, using her little sharp teeth to excite the sliver of erectile tissue that was Mrs. Price's clit. "Doesn't this closeness feel just like a family? Doesn't our togetherness make you feel like I'm your little daughter, and that we all love each other and want to please each other all we can?"

Both Rodney's and Agatha's heads popped up in shock, but the lure of what they were doing almost immediately took over, and they let the remarks pass while they returned to their respective labors.

Marcy felt Price's tongue lifting her up to her pink cloud again, and she let it keep her floating there for a while. She drove her tongue deeper and deeper into the mushy flesh Agatha pressed closer to her mouth.

Finally she could hold back no longer. She had to cum. "Stand by, Pricie! Here I come! You're going to be drowned in girl juice!" She wrapped her thighs around her boss' neck and spasmed violently.

"Me too… Oh God, where did she learn to suck like that?" Price howled as his wife's sucking mouth suddenly drew him to the precipice and sent him hurtling over.

Mrs. Price looked bewildered and aghast as her mouth filled with jetting semen. Her expression changed to revulsion as her husband's cock continued to spurt.

"Swallow it, Agatha darling! Swallow it!" Marcy said. "Don't reject his seed! Don't ruin it for him! Swallow it and make him all yours!"

Mrs. Price made a visible effort, and Marcy saw her throat convulse and swallow before she could think about it further. Then a slow smile crossed the woman's face, and she went back to draining the still-dripping shaft.

"I never thought I'd see the day," Mr. Price marveled, as his wife licked the last drops of jism off his flesh and her lips.

"You're wonderful!" Marcy praised the woman and went back to her efforts on her pussy. "I'm going to eat you up you're so wonderful!"

The girl had the whole cunt in her mouth, and was licking and sucking like a mad thing.

Mrs. Price was moaning, but she obviously wasn't ready to cum. She had said she never had, and Marcy was finding her a tough nut to crack. She would have sworn that after her quick course in sexual dynamics with Dr. Villiers, the woman didn't exist she couldn't make cum with only a few minutes of tonguing. But while this one was enjoying the delightful sensations to an extraordinary degree, she hadn't shown the least sign of reaching completion.

But Marcy wasn't discouraged, and she wasn't tired. Even after having achieved her third climax of the day, she was still in a state of hyper sexuality that seemed to know no limit. She just kept plunging her tongue in and out, twirling it around the miniscule clit and licking up the cunt juice that resulted from her mouthing.

Her hands were still under the lower edges of the tight corselet, gripping the bulging buttocks with sharp fingernails. She pressed her little finger a bit farther into the woman's asshole, still being careful not to hurt or frighten her.

"Bet you a thousand you can't get her off," Price said. He had crawled out from under Marcy, and lifted his wife's slip from behind so he could watch what the blonde girl was doing between Agatha's thighs. His eyes glistened at the sight of Marcy's tongue driving into the russet red cunt. "A thousand says Frosty can't come."

"I'll take that bet," Mrs. Price flared. "I'll see you and raise you a thousand!"

"Well, now, I…"

Mrs. Price's broad bottom was rolling in a constant rhythm, her thighs closing tighter and tighter around Marcy. Even Price had to admit that if she wasn't cuming, she was certainly breathing hard and trying to.

"You can do it! You can get over the hump!" Marcy encouraged in a husky whisper. "Once you make it the first time, it's downhill all the way. Once you discover what it's like, you'll cream your panties just having a man or a cunt-loving gal look at you. You can do it, I know you can!"

"Help me, Marcy! I want to so bad! Help me, darling!" Mrs. Price pleaded. "Drive your tongue in deep, baby! Make me cum! Make me cum!"

"I will, I will!" Marcy said, half-sobbing. "I'm Marcy McCall, super-sexpot. I can do anything sexy I set my mind to. Even Dr. Villiers is constantly amazed at me, and what I can accomplish."

Never had she driven her tongue into a cunt with such fury, never had she mouthed and chewed and licked and sucked and manipulated with such skill and energy. She had to bring this woman out, had to convince her of the joys of oral sex so that she and her husband could share them. This was the reason she was Marcy, the purpose for which she had been born, the vision Dr. Villiers had had when he created her and made her his masterpiece. It had been intended since time began that she rescue women like Agatha Price from the agonies of sexual deprivation.

As she had during her training, Marcy went into a semi-trance and became a sex machine, licking and sucking the delectable woman flesh with the certainty emblazoned in her brain that she could not stop until the final solution was forthcoming – in this case, a satisfying sexual explosion.

"I think maybe – oh Marcy, I feel so fuunnny! Never felt like this before. There's a fire inside me… it's spreading all through me… put it out, Marcy, put it out!" Mrs. Price was flopping around, all dignity forgotten, her corseted body going through unbelievable contortions.

"You're almost there!" Marcy shouted in triumph, plunging her tongue deep into the channel in front while her little finger stabbed unexpectedly into the rear one.

Mrs. Price let out a howl that must have echoed through the whole building. No female cat in heat impaled by a male on the back fence ever shrieked any louder than this elegant club woman, as she broke through the last barrier and experienced her first orgasm.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she sobbed as she gushed into Marcy's mouth, and the girl lapped at the proof of her skill, proud and happy.

Later, when the three of them lay on the wide couch, Marcy between the husband and wife, Mrs. Price tried to express her gratitude again.

"I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't forced me into that, Marcy darling. I was already dead from the waist down, and I was dying from the waist up."

"You can say that again," Rodney agreed, busy running his hands over the smooth young flesh of Marcy's thighs and belly.

"Don't put her down, Pricie," Marcy chided. "It was as much your fault as hers."

"It was more his fault. Mr. Thirty Second Special! Spread thighs, open cunt, insert prick, three quick jabs, and spurt! Wham, bang, thank you, ma'am! Was that ever a nothing!"

"There won't be any more of that, will there, Rodney?" Marcy asked. "From now on, you're going to make love to Agatha just like you do to me, aren't you?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as you're here to make love to both of us," Mrs. Price said.

"But I can't always be with you, darling," Marcy said. "I have to get back to Dr. Villiers at the laboratory, and there are a couple of other little tasks in the office I have to finish first."

"Oh, Marcy, don't go away! What will we do without you?" Price said.

"Oh, I'll be back, don't worry. I may even take my old job back, just as soon as I finish my assignments and take care of buying Jimmy's freedom."

"Forget it," Price said quickly. "I'll intervene personally and see that the case is dropped. Any boy with a sister like you can't be all bad."

"No, no, I don't want you to do that! I have to earn that money from Dr. Villiers," Marcy said. She couldn't tell them, but that twenty thousand dollars was her justification for all the fun she was having. If she didn't have a good reason like that, her old puritanical self might rise up and say, "Cool it, Marcy. No more fun and games." And she couldn't stand that!

Why, she had been almost as bad off as Mrs. Price. If Jimmy hadn't gotten into trouble, Marcy McCall might still be sitting at her desk with her thighs tightly clamped together and a No Trespassing sign on her virginal cunt. The old Marcy had lived a miserable, deprived, barren life. This new Marcy knew what real living was, and her thighs were always open, her cunt always wet and ready to receive any cock or tongue that was pushed into it.

No, she wasn't ready to give up this Marcy, and so she had to earn the money Dr. Villiers' way.

"Why won't you let us take care of you, Marcy?" Mrs. Price whispered. "We have more money than we know what to do with. Come live with us and turn our cold marriage into a delightful warm and lovely paradise."

"That sounds like a groovy idea," Marcy giggled, unhooking the front of the woman's corselet. There was really no reason why Mrs. Price had to keep herself all trussed up when it was so much more enjoyable to be naked and free to use any part of your body for sex. "Could I be your little girl? And you be my Daddy and Mommy?"

"Well, I…" Mrs. Price exchanged an embarrassed glance with her husband. "That wasn't exactly the relationship I had in mind."

Marcy was struggling with the slip and the opened corset, trying to get them both off at once. The sight of the opulent breasts had stirred her imagination and made her mouth water.

"Got to get this old thing off," she muttered. "I want to such your titties, Mommy. I want to nurse at my mother's breasts."

"Marcy, dear, I'm not your mother!" Mrs. Price said. "I'd much rather you referred to me as your lover, if such terms of reference are necessary."

Marcy paid no attention. "Maybe you could adopt me," she suggested, consumed by her sexual fantasy and wanting to indulge it to the limit.

Fumbling with childish clumsiness, she pulled at the loosened undergarments. "Want to suck my mama's titties. Gotta get those big old nipples in my baby mouth and draw out the sweet, warm milk."

"Marcy! Please, you're embarrassing us!" Mr. Price said.

Marcy ignored him. She had unearthed another segment of her unfolding sexuality, and it intrigued her to the exclusion of anything else at the moment. Her incestuous feelings had apparently begun with her father and mother. Golly, was that ever far out! Dr. Villiers was really going to flip when she told him that.

She struggled with the slip and corset again, and this time succeeded in getting them off. Now the woman lay there nude, except for the pink panties and long stockings. Marcy's eyes explored her body eagerly. Mrs. Price had taken good care of her body, or had hired competent people to take good care of it for her. The flesh was firm and creamy, and Marcy didn't try to resist its lure. She bent her head to the full breasts and drew a big brown nipple into her mouth.

As she sucked, she made little contented sounds and looked up at Mrs. Price adoringly. "Mommy… Mommy… I love you, Mommy."

Mrs. Price looked resigned. "Yes, baby, Mommy loves you too," she said, and raised Marcy's head until she could kiss her on the mouth.

"What about old Dad?" Mr. Price joined the game. "Doesn't anybody love me?"

"Of course we do, don't we, Mommy?" Marcy said, taking Mrs. Price's hand and, placing it with her own on the man's soft cock. With both female hands fondling him, Rodney was hard and erect in no time, and pushing against Marcy eagerly.

"Isn't this sweet, just the three of us together?" Marcy said. "Mama, Papa and baby, all loving each other."

"Uh – yes, dear, yes," Mrs. Price said, still stroking her husband's shaft with one hand, while the other stole between Marcy's legs and inserted two fingers into Marcy's furry cunt.

"Papa, are you going to fuck Mama, or am I?" Marcy asked.

"Well, I – don't know…" Mr. Price faltered.

"Why don't we both do it?" Marcy said, pulling the labia out of the way and rubbing her clitoris to show them how hard it could get. "I'll put this in her, and then you get behind me and put your cock in and we'll both make her cum. Don't you think that would be fun?"

"Uh… well… I…"

"Don't put yourself out," Mrs. Price said. "Marcy is all I need."

"No, no, Mama! You mustn't make Papa jealous! If I fuck you, you have to let him do it too!"

"Oh, all right! He can stick it in if he wants to, not that it means anything to me."

"It doesn't mean all that much to me either," Mr. Price said. "Once you've fucked Marcy, all other cunts are blah. Besides, yours never was any good."

"No, no! Mama and Papa are being bad!" Marcy said, squeezing Mr. Price's prick and then rolling over onto Mrs. Price. Quickly she stripped off her panties, leaving only the stockings. She considered removing them too, but then shook her blonde head. "No, they look sexy so I'll leave them. Besides, I like to feel the nylon slithering against me."

"Oh, Marcy, you are the craziest little sex fiend!" Mrs. Price said.

"Right. Some people are hooked on drugs, but Marcy is hooked on sex. Just as soon as Dr. Villiers turned her on, she knew she was a sex freak," the girl said. She was pushing her full thighs apart and stretching out on top of Mrs. Price.

"Now we're ready to go," Marcy said, bringing her lips down on the other woman's and planting sweet little kisses all over them before darting her tongue inside Agatha's mouth. She writhed with passion as she tasted Mr. Price's cum in the hot cavern. She licked the inside of Mrs. Price's mouth, running her tongue ever her teeth and inside the now relaxed lips. When she reached the roof of the woman's mouth, Mrs. Price's arms went around her, straining her tight against the round, soft breasts, nipple against nipple.

Marcy squirmed her lower body lustfully into the woman's softer one while she whispered in Mrs. Price's ear. "Love those big soft breasts… love those sexy thighs… love that sweet belly."

"You're a dear child," Mrs. Price said, beginning to squirm herself and running her fingertips up and down Marcy's bare back.

"But this is what I dig the most," Marcy said, shoving her hot cunt into the woman's bigger pussy, using her fingers to bring the two clits in contact with each other. "Isn't that the wildest? Did you ever think you'd let your little girl do that?"

Marcy's silken blonde hair was mashed against the woman's gray bush, the rosy lips of the younger cunt stirring the older one into renewed desire.

Marcy giggled like a naughty child, and lifted one of Mrs. Price's breasts in each hand, sucking on the nipples until they were long and hard. Then suddenly she scrambled upward on the woman's body until she was sitting with one plump tit mound between her legs. "Hey, how about this for kooky thrills? I'm going to put my Mama's titty in my cunt and fuck it!" She shoved the elongated peak into the wet slit, and began to use her hips to work it in and out.

"That kid really can come up with the nuttiest ideas, can't she?" Mr. Price said. "Who said today's young people don't have any imagination or initiative?"

"Let-me do it to the other one now," Marcy said, and put the other erect nipple into her cunt, riding it until the white flesh was slippery and pungent with girl juice, and Mrs. Price was panting with pleasure.

"What about me?" Mr. Price demanded, stroking Marcy's bottom as it moved in the undulations of desire. "I'm being left out."

"Just keep your hardon," Marcy giggled. "We'll get around to you in a minute."

She flattened herself on Mrs. Price's body, sliding downward until her pussy was again grinding into the woman's. Agatha had drawn up her legs and spread her knees wide, so Marcy had better access to the yawning, yearning crack. Now she gave in to the huge need that had built up in her over the deprived years. She reared upward against Marcy wantonly as the girl slammed down.

"Me too… me too," Mr. Price begged, as he kissed the backs of Marcy's thighs and licked down the crevice between her buttocks. He teased what he could reach of her pussy where it drove into his wife's.

"Come up by our heads, Papa," Marcy said. "Bring that big old dong of yours up here where we can both suck on it."

"That girl! My God, the things she thinks of!" Mr. Price said delightedly. He leaped to obey. Kneeling over his wife's head, he shoved his engorged penis between the faces of the two women.

"Yum-yum, man meat for lunch!" Marcy's mouth zeroed in on her boss' cock like a well-trained hunting dog going for game. She caught the tip between her lips and squeezed. "Come on, Mama, suck Papa's cock with me! There's real togetherness Mama and baby blowing Papa's prick together!"

Mrs. Price's mouth joined Marcy's on her husbands hard rod. Her tongue drifted lazily up one side, and when she reached the top, she dipped into Marcy's hot mouth and laved the knobby end while it was still enclosed in the girl's molten cavity.

"Look at that little darling," Mr. Price said. "Just look at the way she gobbles my poor old hardon. There's a mouth that just won't stop."

Mrs. Price snatched her tongue away. "Isn't that just like a man? I was doing just as much as she was, but who gets all the credit – the younger, prettier one! Men, bah!"

"Please, Mama and Papa, love each other for the sake of your darling baby girl who adores you both," Marcy gurgled around the mouthful of cock.

Mrs. Price had already relented, and she was so far gone in her absorption with any sexual activity that she simply couldn't resist. Both women sucked and licked at the pulsing pole, while their wet cunts squished juicily as they came together, parted, and came back together again. Marcy was rolling her hips and revolving her belly in persistent attack, and Mrs. Price undulated and rocked under her.

Mr. Price's face was a study in total sexual joy as two hot mouths seared his flesh. He looked like a man who had fallen through a hole in reality to find himself in a bad boy's dream of heaven – a constantly hard cock and two feverish females to stick it into.

"Isn't this the most?" Marcy squealed in delight. She sucked about six inches of man down her throat while Mrs. Price kneaded the hairy hole between her cunt lips.

"More, more, more!" Price yelled as he roared upward in record time.

"Here, Mama, give him more," Marcy said, transferring the throbbing shaft to Mrs. Price's lips. Agatha took it to the hilt, while Marcy lifted a big round testicle on the end of her tongue, weighing it before drawing it between her lips and rolling it, getting wiry hair between her teeth. She tasted his sweat and a dribble of dried up cum Mrs. Price had somehow missed when she had so thoroughly licked him after his last orgasm.

"One big happy family, sharing everything," Marcy bubbled. "Remember, Mama and Papa, the family that fucks together, cums together." She giggled and licked up the side of the big cock, gradually replacing Mrs. Price's mouth over the tumescent crown. "Oh, I do love cock!"

"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?"

Marcy grinned. "Words that shock also excite, that's why nice people avoid them. Come on, Suzi, let me stroke your pretty pussy and show you some things your husband – what's his name, Kirk? – can do that will get you in the mood for whatever games he wants to play. I can do almost everything a man can do, and you can teach him what I teach you."

Suzi backed away. "No… no, I couldn't. I mean, even if I wanted to, I couldn't. Somebody may come through that door at any second, or the telephone might ring… or Mr. Price might buzz me… or…"

Marcy laughed huskily. "Mr. Price isn't going to buzz anyone for quite a spell, but your other points are well taken… and also easily disposed of." She crossed to the door to the hallway and clicked the lock. "There. The love birds don't want to be disturbed any more than we do. As for the phone, that's even easier." She picked up the instrument, signaled the main switchboard, and said calmly, "This is Mr. Rodney Price's secretary. Mr. Price has left for the day and wants you to hold all calls. Anything urgent may be referred to Mr. Meehan."

She turned back to Suzi. "That takes care of that. Now come here like a good girl and let me show you some tricks."

"You're so strange, Marcy," Suzi said. "I don't know you any more." She was trying not to look at the swampy cunt Marcy had exposed again.

"I want you to know me better than ever," Marcy said, sitting on the edge of the desk and then lying back, lifting her knees up until they were against her breasts and then spreading them wide. "Don't look away, Suzi." She began to caress herself, pulling her cunt lips open and sliding her fingers in and out. She held them up so Suzi could see the wetness on them. "Think how that would taste, Suzi. Mrs. Price really grooved on it."

Suzi licked at her dry lips and came closer, as though hypnotized. "Mrs. Price actually went down on you and liked it?"

"Yes, Suzi. That's what happens to anyone who gets within range of my all-conquering cunt."

Suzi pushed the dark hair back from her perspiring forehead and bit her lower lip nervously. "I think you've gone a little crazy, Marcy."

"Touch me, honey, and feel how hot and wet I am, and then tell me I'm crazy," Marcy said huskily. She sat up abruptly, grabbed Suzi's hand, and shoved the palm of it against her pussy, rubbing it in circles on the damp hair.

"Marcy, you're absolutely soaked."

"I know. So would you be if you'd fucked a man and his wife as many times as I have the Prices."

"Oh God, Marcy, I…" Suzi's legs threatened to give way. She sank down on the edge of the desk next to Marcy. "Why did you come back? Why did you?"

"I suppose because I've always had a secret desire to fuck everyone here in the office, but have never had the nerve to admit it before, much less the courage to do it."

"But, Marcy, that's a terrible thing to say!"

"No, it's the liberated thing to say. People think things like that all the time, but don't dare say them. I'd even fuck Mr. Meehan if he walked in here today."

"Ugh!" Suzi said. "He must be seventy if he's a day."

"All the more reason to be sweet and kind to him, Suzi. Older men are so gentle and appreciative. But all that's neither here nor there. It's you I want right now, Suzi. Please lie back on the desk and let me take your panties off and eat the sweet, dark beauty of your cunt."

"No… I couldn't do that… I'm a married woman and…"

"And you want to learn all there is to know about sex so you can please your husband, right? Well, just pretend you're in a school for sex and I'm your teacher."

Suzi's bones seemed to have turned to water, and she sank limply back on the desk. Marcy's hands were on her instantly, shoving the black miniskirt up and out of the way, her fingers caressing the firm young thighs and creeping up to slide the tips under the elastic of the panties. She teased and tantalized the sensitive flesh, tracing down the creases where the girl's thighs joined her body. She laughed throatily when Suzi jumped and moaned.

"You want me to do it, Suzi. You want me to eat you. You want to know what it feels like to have another girl's tongue in your cunt. You want to cum in my mouth and feel me lick up your juice. You want it as much as I do."

"No, Marcy, no!" Suzi sobbed, thrashing from side to side while Marcy pushed the panty crotch to one side and finger-fucked her hard and fast.

Suzi's response to that was passionate. Her lower body leaped up off the desk to meet the invading finger, undulating and jerking wildly. "Ohhhhhhh," she wailed, "I never have been able to hold out on anybody who did that! Damn you, Marcy, damn you! All right, you win! Do it with your hand, do it with your mouth, do it with your cunt, do it with anything at all, but do it, do it, do it! Fuck me, Marcy, fuck me!"

"Wow, when you turn on, you turn on," Marcy said, and ripped the fragile panties off in one quick yank. "Hold it open for me, I want to look at it first."

Suzi's hands came down and parted the thick black cunt hair, kneading the lips as she opened them. She stared helplessly up at the blonde head bending to stare at her most intimate, vulnerable flesh.

Marcy whistled appreciatively. This was a real beauty of a cunt. The lips were firm and fleshy, the slit long and shaded rose on rose, with the round button of the clit, the palest pink of all. "This is going to be a real treat," she said, going around in front to get a better look.

"Marcy, please…"

"Honey, this is beautiful and it smells heavenly," Marcy said, leaning farther forward to touch her tongue to the little pink button.

"Oh dear God!" Suzi cried. "I shouldn't let you. This is terrible… but I can't help myself! Marcy, what have you done to me? I'm a married woman and… and… oh, Marcy!!"

Marcy's tongue had stabbed its full length between the inner cunt lips, and up the darker rose tunnel at their lower end. Suzi tasted as good as she looked, and Marcy began eating her with a will. Dividing her ministrations between the stiffened clit and the vagina, Marcy soon had Suzi breathing heavily and begging for more.

"That's a real out of this world feeling. Ooooooooo, do that. Kirk uses his tongue sometimes, but not like you do… that's wild!" Suzi's long legs flexed and kicked, and she lifted her head to look between them to watch what Marcy was doing to her. "You're right. You do know more than whoever wrote that old book."

"Of course. I know everything there is to know about sex," Marcy said smugly. "I'll be glad to teach your Kirk how to do this or anything else you want. We'll turn him into a superlover."

Suzi's hands crept upward to claw at the bodice of her dress, squeezing and kneading her breasts, plucking at the nipples through the intervening fabric. Marcy's hot mouth licking and sucking at her personal secret flesh was driving her mad.

Marcy slipped her hands under Suzi's bottom and lifted her, forcing her thighs still farther apart with her shoulders so that the lips of her cunt peeled back to reveal the rosy gash in its entirety. She bared the pearly pellet of the clitoris to her worshipful lips and tongue.

"Like a ripe red fruit… so sweet… so filled with delicious juice," Marcy said.

Suzi thrust upward, rubbing her pussy into Marcy's mouth while her whole body quivered with the lust those lips and tongue were imparting to her.

"Deeper and deeper I go, through the inner gates, down the satiny canal to swim in the perfumed lake of love." Marcy's tongue was extended to its fullest, her lips drawn flat against the outer cunt, and her nose buried in the perfumed raven hair and soft flesh of the mound.

"So much… so good." Suzi's voice was a husky whimper. Her bottom rolled on the desk top, her thighs writhing and rubbing white flesh and nylon hose against Marcy's cheeks and neck. Marcy's mouth was full of Suzi's warm fragrance, and her own cunt was dripping with the pleasure of mouthing Suzi.

"I'm close… oh God, I'm close! I'm almost there! So much faster than with Kirk," Suzi panted, tearing at her breasts in her passionate frenzy.

"He'll learn… I'll teach," Marcy mumbled, but her words were muffled by girl flesh and black hair.

"Just a little more… I can feel my lady's sweet cunt throbbing now with the irresistible orgasm that's on its way. More tongue on the sleek, wet walls. More lips on the luscious meat. A little more stirring in the pool of lava and…"

"Oh Marcy, Marcy!" Suzi's fingers twisted her nipples painfully as her pussy pulsed and her sobbing breath announced her climax.

But Marcy didn't stop. Her tongue kept licking and lapping and nuzzling her face into the sloppy, overrun cunt. And while she was doing that, she was also stripping herself and Suzi until she was completely nude and Suzi was left in her garter belt, stockings, and shoes.

"Don't leave me, don't leave me!" Suzi cried, holding out her arms and rocking from side to side. "Make me cum again, darling!"

"I will," Marcy promised, getting up on the desk, "but this time with my cunt. Scoot up a little so we don't fall off."

Suzi did, and then Marcy was on top of her, burning the swampy slit of her blondeness in the other girl's dark forest.

"Good… good… grind that hot, sweet, loving flesh into me! Give me that flesh, like my flesh but so different!" Suzi was starting off from the high point of her climax without ever coming down. She slithered and slid on the polished desk tops trying to get closer to Marcy, trying to shove through to her backbone. "Ohhhhhhhh, this is heaven… this is paradise!"

Suzi's long legs kicked up in the air, and her arms locked around Marcy so that their breasts strained together almost as wildly as their cunts.

"Lovely, lovely, Suzi! Sweet-cunted baby!" Marcy crooned, and brought her mouth down on the other girl's. "Taste it. Taste the liquor of your cunt on my lips and tongue, and know how wonderful you are!"

"I never had anything like this before," Suzi moaned, plunging her tongue into Marcy's mouth to taste her own juice. "How strange, how fantastically exciting! Fuck me, Marcy, fuck me!"

Marcy could feel the strong surge of her own climax approaching, and drove harder and harder to produce Suzi's second one, an orgasm that was so marvelously fulfilling.

Suzi got her legs around Marcy and kicked at the girl's rump, leaving stinging red marks from her sharp heels. Marcy didn't even feel them as she rode the thumping, bumping female under her. Time after time the hard clits rammed together, and the black and blonde pussies squashed flat against each other. Suzi screeched with sheer lustful joy, and her body throbbed and thrashed until Marcy was sure they were both going to go thudding to the carpeted floor.

"I'm going to make it! I'm cuming again!" Suzi squealed, and Marcy slammed harder and faster, feeling unbridled passion sweep through her and pitch her into a fiery abyss and consume her totally. She came with such force that it startled even her.

Suzi's eyes were unfocused, and she flopped around like a gaffed fish as her orgasm was wrenched from deep in her soul, breaking through the boundaries of time and space. She was transformed from physical to spiritual, and the change brought fresh gushes of liquid love to flood the gasping cunts.

"I must be in heaven," Suzi sighed. "I've been picked up on a soft white cloud and wafted off to heaven. Or maybe it's more like blasted there on the golden launching pad of Marcy's lovely cunt. Marcy, I think I'll leave Kirk and come live with you."

Marcy giggled. "If you come to live with me, bring Kirk along. You mustn't be exclusive with your love. You have to give and give and give, and the more you give, the more you have."

"But that's immoral," Suzi said.

"For you maybe, not for me," Marcy said. "Dr. Villiers liberated me from all that. I'm free. I can have sex with anyone I want to, and sometimes I think I want to fuck the whole world."

"You're a nut," Suzi laughed, "but a sexy, sexy nut. Now you've got me started, I don't want to stop. What do we do next?"

Marcy inched herself upward over the girl's body, letting the hot cunt juices smear over Suzi's belly and breasts and on up to her mouth. "Here, drink the sacred juice, sip the Suzi. Marcy cum and make us one."

"Ummmmm, groovy," Suzi murmured, sliding her hands along Marcy's thighs and dipping her tongue delicately into the creamy rivulets oozing from Marcy's rosy slit. "Hey, that does taste good! No wonder old lady Price went ape for you! Hold still, I'm going to drink every drop and make you cum like you did me!"

"Suzi, doll, you're a fast study," Marcy said giddily. "And here's one more tidbit you can add to your knowledge." She swung her body around so that she was facing Suzi's feet, and lowered her perpetually overheated pussy to the girl's seeking lips.

"Lovely… lovely… lovely. Lick, lick, lick." Suzi seemed to like the sound of her voice saying the words as she performed the acts. "Get… all the… nice… girl juice. Yummmmmmmmmmm."

Content with her latest conquest, Marcy located the pink rosebud at the top of Suzi's luscious treasure, and began the delightful task of making the girl's third orgasm the most powerful and enjoyable yet.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Pulling on her skirt and blouse once more, Marcy unlocked the door and started down the hall toward the mail room. She left Suzi in a state of semi-conscious bliss, sitting behind her desk staring blankly at the typewriter. Marcy figured it was safe enough to leave her, since officially Mr. Price's office was closed for the day. Her dazed condition would keep her out of the way while Marcy completed the rest of her mission at Price-Meehan. And what remained might prove to be the most exciting segment of her assignment – the seduction of Mickey, the office boy, who reminded her so much of her own dear brother Jimmy.

Mickey had always played the brash kid around the office, making a big thing out of his verbal passes at Marcy, the blushing virgin. Marcy grinned to herself when she thought about all the times he had turned her cheeks scarlet. Was he ever going to get a shock when he encountered the new, super sexed Marcy! She felt excitement churn inside her as she pictured in her mind what she was going to do to the boy.

She paused outside the mail room and listened. The whisperings and giggling from within told her what she wanted to know – Mickey and Sheila were both in there. Well, that was all right. She was ready for another double-header. Marcy was getting to the point where it was somewhat of a bore to have sex with only one other person. It had been all right with Suzi because Suzi was kind of special, and it had given her a breather. But she was all set now for some more troilistic kicks, and who better to swing with than a couple of strong, limber teenagers?

"Stop that, Mickey! Don't – someone might come in." Sheila's voice was half-teasing, half-pleading.

"Well, well, it sounds as though our bookish little Sheila isn't as standoffish as I thought," Marcy murmured to herself.

"Come on, Sheila, just let me feel you," Mickey was saying. "Just let me put my finger in your cunt for a second. Shit, you can't get knocked up by a finger!"

"I know, but once you get a finger in, you might want to put something else in, and bent over the files like this I might have a hard time stopping you."

Marcy's eyebrows shot up. Now that was really asking for it!

"Please, Sheila, please! You got me so hot I can't stand it."

"I don't care. You knew when you started this I wouldn't let you go all the way. I told you I was a virgin."

"So am I," Mickey admitted sheepishly. "I talk a lot about girls and I kid around with Suzi and Marcy, but I've never really been with a woman."

Could that be true? Marcy wondered. If it was, if they were both virgins, she was really in for a challenging and stimulating experience.

"Please, Sheila, just let me pull your panties down and look at your pussy. Spread your legs just a little bit more, and keep leaning over pretending you're filing. I can jack off while I'm looking at it, and it won't hurt you at all. You won't even know I'm doing anything."

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…"

"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.

"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.

"Mama and Papa!" Marcy greeted them ecstatically. "You're just in time to see your darling little boy put his pecker in a girl and break his first cherry. Don't you want to help?"

"Hey, how about that? A gang-bang with that prissy Sheila! I always wanted a piece of that uppity ass-twitcher," Rodney said. He and Agatha walked over to join the group.

"Okay, here we go," Marcy said, stationing herself to the rear of Mickey and reaching around him to grasp his cock. She pushed him forward until he was between Sheila's widespread legs. "Here we go, Marcy and Jimmy are about to rape their first virgin. It's coming full circle now. Marcy-virgin got raped by Dr. Villiers and found the way to be happy, and now Marcy is going to rape Sheila, and Sheila can live happily ever after too."

"Fascinating," Mrs. Price observed, kneeling so she could get a better look up between Suzi's thighs and examine the thick mat of black hair. "Do you mind if I taste?"

"Be my guest," Suzi said, making room for the woman to sit between her legs and presenting her cunt for Agatha's mouth.

Marcy had pushed Mickey down on top of Sheila and was holding him there, with her pussy pushed between his firm young buttocks and her clit touching his asshole. "Jimmy's gonna fuck Sheila while Marcy fucks Jimmy. That means it will really be Marcy fucking Sheila for the first time."

Everyone in the room was much too preoccupied with the lustful actions around them to pay any attention to Marcy's irrational ravings. In fact, in their lust-saturated condition, they didn't sound irrational.

Gripping Mickey firmly by the balls and cock, Marcy steered him to the exposed vestibule of Sheila's sex. Her fingers crawled along the throbbing shaft and found the little piss hole, fingering it briefly before suddenly ramming her cunt against Mickey's ass, her rigid clit barely breaching his asshole.

Mickey yelped and surged forward, smashing between Marcy's fingers into Sheila with a force that brought a scream to her lips and a tearing sound from between her thighs.

"We did it!" Marcy squealed. "Did it on the first try! Sheila is a virgin no more! We're fucking Sheila! I'm fucking Sheila! That's my cock there in Sheila's cunt! My big old prick pinning her to the floor!"

Marcy laughed delightedly as she realized she had discovered still another twist to her multi-faceted sexual nature. She was a transsexual, and had always longed to possess a big strong cock with which she could invade little-girl pussies.

But things were beginning to happen so fast that there wasn't time to dwell on that. Mickey was slamming into Sheila without any urging now, and she was riding his back, keeping her clit in close contact with his anus.

Kirk let go of Sheila's leg, since there was no longer any reason to hold it. He circled around behind Marcy. "How about me getting in on this?" he asked, rubbing his prick on her buttocks.

"Why not?" she said, and lifted herself so he could get at the wet forest of blonde hair. Shoving up close and reaching around Marcy to grasp her breasts, Kirk slipped his big, strong cock between her thighs and into her steamy cunt passage.

"How about this for a four-way fuck!" Marcy marveled, as Kirk picked up the rhythm and began pounding into her. "Kirk in me, me in Jimmy, and Jimmy in Sheila."

Mrs. Price was busy between Suzi's thighs, her tongue exploring and roaming through the black forest of cunt hair. Mr. Price was happy because Suzi had leaned over and captured his shaft in her hot mouth, and was sucking with a will. There wasn't any way Marcy could see to involve them in her own orgy, so she contented herself with watching and planning future arrangements.

"Jimmy baby," she whispered in Mickey's ear. "Does it feel good to have big sister's clit in your little asshole?"

The boy either couldn't or wouldn't answer, and Marcy squeezed his prick where it rammed into Sheila, making him thrust harder than ever.

"Oh happy day!" Marcy gasped, as she felt the throbbing of the boy's body as he creamed into Sheila. Kirk was still pounding into her, and she was doing the same to Mickey, stabbing in and out with her hard cunt until she soaked him with her juice and Kirk's driving cock brought her a climax within a climax. But it wasn't enough. Marcy wanted more.

With the hot river of Kirk's cum streaming down her thighs, Marcy struggled free of him and grabbed at Mr. Price. "You, Papa, I want you!"

She jerked him from Suzi's mouth while be was still spouting in the throes of the orgasm the girl had produced. Pulling him down onto the mail bags, Marcy mounted the man, impaling herself on his dribbling shaft. Then she tugged at Mickey until she had him between her thighs too. She forced his young cock into the same passageway in which she had Mr. Price entrapped.

"Two for the price of one!" she shouted, "and there's still room for more."

"Where do you want it?" Kirk asked, massaging his prick with both hands. "Just give me a place to put it!"

"Here!" Marcy said, wriggling her ass at him. "You haven't had anything until you've tried that tight little hole."

"Man oh man, are you ever something!" Kirk chortled, as he straddled the prone Mickey and slipped the tip of his weapon into Marcy's asshole.

"In, man, in! Don't worry about the pain! That's half the fun!" Marcy said, rearing backward so his thickness rammed in deep, and at the same time letting Mickey and Mr. Price shove deeper into her cunt. Their combined mass filled her deliciously.

"Fun, fun, fun!" Suzi said. "There's only one objection. You have all the cocks, so what's left for Mrs. Price, Sheila and me?"

"They've got mouths, you know. What do you think those are for?" Marcy said, rotating her pelvis in slow circles to enjoy all the man meat crammed inside her.

"You're right, of course," Agatha said, stepping over Kirk's back and pushing her gray-tufted marsh into Kirk's face.

"Hey, I think I'll try that too," Sheila said. "A tongue will be nice and gentle after the way that big old boy stretched and hurt me." She squatted over Mr. Price's face and opened her pink lips so he could see the translucent drops of cock juice filling her little cup. "Lick it for me, boss man, and make it good. If you do it as good as Marcy and make me cum, I'll let you fuck it the next time around."

"Mickey? Where's Mickey?" Suzi was searching among the tangle of bodies for the office boy's head. "Oh, there he is! Come to Suzi, you hot-mouthed darling!"

Getting hold of his long hair, she pulled his head out from under Marcy and thrust her throbbing cunt into the boy's surprised mouth.

Marcy was deliriously happy, rolling on the two cocks in her cunt and glorying in the painful penetration from the rear. But suddenly she was shocked to discover something was missing.

"My mouth!" she wailed. "There's nothing in my mouth! I've still got one available sex target, and there's not enough hot prick or cunt to fill it!"

"Tough!" Suzi said, and returned to enjoying Mickey's untrained but enthusiastic tongue and lips.

"You really are a greedy little monster, aren't you?" Mrs. Price said, thrusting wantonly against Kirk's mouth. "Three cocks in you and you're still yelling for more."

"You really ought to be more easily satisfied, Miss McCall," Sheila said, rocking gently on Mr. Price's educated mouth.

"Just one more!" Marcy moaned. "Just one more cock and it would be complete. Then I'd be penetrated everywhere!"

At this point, Mr. Price stabbed upward into her, Mickey rammed inward and Kirk downward, and Marcy didn't have time to analyze her craving for one more penetration. If she had, she might have decided that in addition to all her other sexual quirks, she was a victim of a fetish. She was, in fact, a cock worshiper.

She was slapping her butt up and down in a way that dragged Kirk into her to the hilt, and kept Price and Mickey's hotly pumping pricks moving steadily as well.

"Marcy! My God, Marcy!" The roar of anguish came from the doorway, and Marcy managed to turn her head far enough to peer through the pile of bodies and see her fiance standing there gaping, his mouth and eyes a trio of saucers.

"What is this? What are you people doing to my Marcy?" Fred bellowed, and dashed toward them, obviously under the impression that his darling little virgin was the victim of a mass rape.

"There's my one more cock," Marcy said, and as Fred got within range, she reached out and unzipped him. She had his cock out of his pants and into her mouth before the astonished young man realized what was happening.

"NOW EVERYBODY FUCK MARCY… EVERYBODY FUCK MARCY!" she managed to scream around the quickly erected shaft.

"Marcy," Fred said, starting in spite of himself to fuck into her mouth, "I guess you know this is the end for us. I couldn't possibly marry a girl who indulges in things like mass fucks."

"Wait until I get through blowing you, and see if you still feel that way," Marcy said, and sucked him down her throat.

EPILOGUE

"But of course he did marry you," Dr. Villiers said, as he lay naked on his back with Marcy astride him, impaled on his gigantic cock.

"Oh yes… yes, he did," Marcy said, wriggling her bottom to signal Karla to continue with her licking of Marcy's anus, and Karl to increase his mouthing of her juncture with Villiers. "After I was through blowing him, he couldn't resist me. But he insisted that I reform."

"And have you?" Villiers asked, making notes on Karl's bare bottom.

"Naturally. I resigned from Price-Meehan and haven't seen any of those lovely people in the whole six months of our marriage."

"Most remarkable, especially after the tapes we saw of your office orgy. I really didn't think you would ever give up the new Marcy, and return to the old one."

"It was difficult, believe me," Marcy said, rocking happily on Villiers' shaft, "but you must remember that Fred was my true love. I didn't realize it until I had worked off my incestuous feelings for my brother Jimmy on Mickey the office boy, acted out my incestuous love for my mother and father with Mr. and Mrs. Price, used up my latent lesbianism with Suzi and Sheila, burned away my anal eroticism with Kirk, and dispelled my cock fetish by having four in me all at once."

"Remarkable. Truly my most remarkable case," Dr. Villiers said. "And now you've settled down as a simple suburban housewife. My super-cunted sex wonder girl has been converted back into a baby-sitter and lawn-cutter."

"True… all too true," Marcy agreed, shoving back against Karla's talented tongue.

"Tell me, my dear, don't you ever find that existence a bit dull?" Dr. Villiers asked, as one of his massive orgasms spouted into Marcy's hot pussy.

"Dreadfully," Marcy answered. "That's why I answered your ad."

The doctor chuckled. "Now how did that read? Oh yes: 'Wanted: Young, sexually experienced housewife to take part in scientific experiments.' I guess that was rather aimed at you, wasn't it? And here you are."

"Have you got the first experiment set up yet?" Marcy asked, as she started to feel the revitalized power of his cock.

"Well, let's see… I was thinking of something we could do with all those ex-boy friends of yours, the ones who never made you. How about inviting them to a party with their wives and/or girl friends? We could make it a mass seduction of the men and a mass rape of the women by my Marcy's all-conquering cunt. What do you think of that?"

"I think that would advance the cause of science tremendously, and add immeasurably to the furthering of human knowledge," Marcy said, as she felt the lava-like flow of her fourth orgasm of the session starting.

Content

Bert Phelan
A degrading affair

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

EPILOGUE