"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.