"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!