There are many people who think that the forcible bondage of others, and forcible sexual degradation, is necessarily a reprehensible act.
But what about the case where a young puritan woman, virginal and untouched, stuck in a rut because of her primness with respect to sexual matters, needs special guidance and urging in order to realize her true nature?
Is it so terrible to see to it that she gets it?
In Degradation of Nurse Mercy, author Inga Hilgaard, a renowned sociologist and psychologist, has elaborated on a typical case taken from her files.
Nurse Mercy is a tall, voluptuous blonde suffering from uncharacteristically large breasts which attract the lewd interest of men. Consequently it is impossible for her to develop any normal friendly relations with the opposite sex.
All men want from her is one thing . . . sex!
Consequently she retreats into a prudish shell, but is fortunately awoken by the kisses of two wantons, Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong, her employers.
Is it immoral to corrupt a young girl sexually? If so, then the Armstrongs are guilty. Is it immoral for the Armstrongs to make her want an endless supply and variety of sex? If so, then the Armstrongs are undeniably guilty.
But if you feel as we do, that there may be two sides to this story, and that the Armstrongs are entitled to have their side of it known, then you may feel that some question exists.
And, of course, in a democracy, everyone is entitled to have his or her say and to face the accusers.
And so we give you this true story-only the names have been changed-for you to decide. Which is more important, being true to one's self, or trying to live up to a hypocritical view of morality?
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Nurse Mercy sat in front of the mirror in her new bedroom combing out her long, flaxen blonde hair. Her hair was a bright, shining yellow, and it hung long and straight all the way down to her buttocks, covering those deliciously curved fleshy rondures in a swirl of shining golden curls. Her parents, when they had been alive, had never allowed her to cut her hair. They'd been old-fashioned to the core, disapproving of motorcars and all modem conveniences. Short hair on women they had regarded as the work of the devil, and they had brought Mercy up very strictly. Though she wore her hair up in a bun during the day, as she primly went about her duties, at night she gave it one hundred strokes religiously, just as her mother had always directed her.
She had always been an obedient child. And now she was alone in the world, her parents having died while she was in nurses' training in San Francisco. Still, she carried their strait-laced ways with her in the very core of her being. She had never drunk a glass of liquor or any alcoholic beverage, or smoked a cigarette. Nice girls shouldn't.
Not all of her belongings had arrived as yet by REA Express, and consequently Mercy didn't have much to wear. Which was why, despite her natural bashfulness, she was not sitting naked in front of the dressing table mirror.
It wasn't often that she allowed herself to see herself thusly. Her enormous breasts, which had been such an embarrassment to her ever since she was a teenager, stuck out like torpedoes from her otherwise slender chest. Topping them were two very sizable blood-pink aureoles, each about the size of a silver dollar and serving as secondary mounds on her already oversize breasts. Deep in their centers, her nipples were quiescent, and only the slightest, most delicate slit could be seen for a mother's milk. Occasionally Mercy had awakened with alarm in the middle of a steamy night to find her nipples erect, hard and almost an inch high. She could never remember her dreams afterward, but she was often concerned to think that she might be dreaming of something she shouldn't. During her waking hours her nipples were always quiet and unmoved.
Her liquid gaze fell to the very lightest trace of fleecy golden down between her legs and quiet slit in between. She had seen enough women and men naked in her work that she had relatively little hair down there. For some reason this pleased her, though she was not sure why.
Perhaps it was because her relative hairlessness made her feel purer than thou.
She moved her creamy smooth legs and felt the slightest zephyr come up her thighs, against her delicate female crack. She continued combing her hair, counting the strokes, her blue eyes with their long dark lashes grazing here and there over her exposed white flesh, the glossy smooth shoulders and longish slender arms, the smooth swanlike neck, the nonexistent waist which flared out into hourglass hips just made for childbearing.
She was a tall girl, but it was hard to see this when she was sitting down. Mercy was almost all bust on top, and her upper body was not very long. Her legs and arms made up for this-they were long and slender like those of a praying mantis. When she stood she was a very tall girl indeed.
Mercy sighed. And now she was lonely one as well. She had taken this job tending to a private patient all the way across the country in order to put as much distance between herself and the memory of her beloved parents as possible. But now, surprisingly, she missed her companions in nursing school and the hospital where she had worked, however briefly, as well. She certainly hadn't thought that she would.
Mercy looked away from the sensual blonde image in her mirror with a slightly guilty feeling. She really shouldn't look at herself in the nude, that she was sure of.
She stood up and went to the window, remaining slightly in back of the gauzy linen curtains. Out on the patio, its floor crazy quilted with concrete blocks of varying sizes and colors, set Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong in two chairs around the white patio table with large and colorful umbrella.
Suddenly Mercy gasped and put her hand to her throat.
Mr. Armstrong had been laying his hand on the inner thigh of Mrs. Armstrong, but now Mercy watched shocked and dazed as he moved it up her frail little summer mini-skirt to reveal a dark black bush of hair. Around that bushy slot, Mercy could see a shiny liquid glistening on the inside of Mrs. Armstrong's thighs, which now spread apart lazily under the slowly moving hand.
Mercy blinked once, then twice, but could not move away. She licked her lips and swallowed. Mr. Armstrong's fingers were advancing into that jet black pussy of his wife's. Mercy couldn't believe how much the juicy cuntlips of Mrs. Armstrong glistened in the sparkling sunshine. There seemed to be a flood of juice all around her cunt and upper thighs. Drops of it hung like dew on her cuntal curls. The woman groaned and her head rested back. One long-nailed hand snaked into her husband's hair. Her own hair was very long, black and glossy, full of curls all the way down to her waist, and she didn't wear it in her bun. Her upturned face in the sunshine seemed to be lost in rapturous joy, her eyes closed but her mouth smiling.
Mercy wondered how she could stand it. It was terribly immoral to do a thing like that. Copulation was for married people, but not misbehavior in full public sunshine.
The tall, buxom blonde could feel her own little slit itch slightly. She rubbed her thumb in it only to find to her surprise that the tingle only got worse. Still she couldn't help but watch.
Mr. Armstrong's fingers were now deep in his wife's cunt, plying through the swampy mass like a raft in an Everglades full of Jell-O. The woman squirmed and moaned out across the open green lawn.
For just a moment Mercy had thought Mr. Armstrong had glanced up at her window, but she was sure that she was too far back in the shadows to be seen. She stepped back still further, but still could not quite tear herself away.
* * *
"That little cunt's getting quite an eyeful," said Jack. He gazed up at his wife's rapturous face.
"Christ, shut up, Jack. You're turning me off." She grabbed his wrist and tried to draw his entire arm into her steaming swampy cunt. "Oooooohhh, that's it, lover, don't stop."
"You like this, don't you?" He rammed into her harder.
"Uhnnk!"
"You like it when my arm's fucking you, don't you? I'll bet you'd like me to put my whole arm in up to my fucking elbow."
"Stop Jack . . . ooohhh God, you're still driving me crazy . . . "
Jack Armstrong slid down off his chair onto one knee, glancing up in the direction of Mercy's window. Christ, he thought, she must be a hot little piece by now. She's still watching. He could barely make out Mercy's voluptuous figure shifting behind the gauzy white curtains. Ordinarily Jack wouldn't have been able to make her out, but there was a refraction of light in the fountain in front of the French windows that more or less placed a sunny spotlight in Mercy's second floor window. He could see her huge tits jutting out from the shadows, challenging him.
He was driving four fingers in and out of his wife's sloppy wet gash now. Cum was awash over his entire forearm. The juices from her cunt gave off a heady nectar of an odor that never failed to excite him. He'd been married to Letitia for over fifteen years now, and each year was more depraved and interesting than the last.
Still, he wouldn't mind getting into that new nurse. She had a quality of innocence about her that intrigued him. He wasn't too sure of what kind of sexual experience she'd had, but he half suspected it wasn't much. It would be a challenge to degrade her, to bend her to his will.
And he couldn't think of a more attractive piece to do it with. The new nurse had the figure of a Venus-long, long legs and enormous tits. Her hair was always up in a bun, but he suspected that if it were down it would reach below her cunt; she'd probably never had it cut.
And her face . . . seldom was a face so pure and innocent, with delicate pink lips featuring a sexy lower jut, heart-shaped features, flawless white complexion, sexy long fingernails. Christ, he wanted to suck on those young tits of hers . . .
"Hey, are you paying attention . . . hhhmmmm, that's it, baby . . . I love it.. . Christ! I'm . . . oh my . . .
He looked up at Letitia's agonized face. She was breathing hard as if running a race while he continued to finger-fuck his wife. Her pouting red lips-perfect for cocksucking-puffed heatedly. Her smooth forehead had broken out in a hot sweat. Her long black lashes fluttered in the depths of passion over rosy-and-tan cheeks. Her nostrils flexed like a horse running the Grand National. Her huge tits threatened to swell right over the flimsy halter. Her belly gyrated as if to pull his hand deeper into her.
He enjoyed looking at her when she was like this. Letitia knew a lot about fucking-probably more than anyone had any need to know. If they had been inside he would have enjoyed the usual ritual of ripping off her frilly panties and forcing her to submit. Out here he had just followed his instinct, and on a warm day like this she liked to go around without panties.
He liked her in the usual apparel-garter belts, nylon stockings, black or white bras and silken slips for him to rip to pieces while he raped her. But this was okay, too. Especially since she was wearing patent leather black high heels.
"Oh oh oh, fuck me darling . . . " She pulled him deeper into her.
Jack smiled softly to himself, still occasionally glancing in Mercy's direction. "I'm going to give her something that will make her high-and-mighty blonde cunt boil," he muttered through gritted teeth, and then he got down on both knees, slid his hand out of his wife's cunt and pushed her thighs apart with his hands.
"Huh? Oh, Jack. Jesus, you're driving me crazy. I've already come twice, darling . . . " She pushed her fingers into his shining brown curls.
"Don't worry, baby. Number three comin' up."
And then, with just one more look upstairs to be sure Mercy was watching, he began to eat her.
He slid his hands under the balls of her quivering ass and pushed his face forward, feeling her soft white thighs brush against the sides of his face. Glancing up at Mercy's window, he saw that the long-haired, high-titted young blonde was still in the shadows back of the window.
Jack grinned to himself. "This'll give her something to remember me by," he murmured. His tongue snaked out, lashing through the thick ooze in the flooded delta of Letitia's cunt. He could feel the soft wet flesh give way on both sides of his mouth. His tongue was lashing her folds now as her legs gyrated wildly above him. Her long smooth thighs wrapped around his wide, muscular shoulders and she dug her high-heeled black pumps into his back.
The odor of her vaginal juices engulfed him. Everything around his face was wet. His cheeks were deep in the slop of her ooze, and his nose buried itself in the musky, steaming wet swamp. He licked and lapped at each fold, striving to give her the ultimate pleasure Letitia perennially craved.
"Oh-oh! Jack! Oh! Oh! Nobody . . . nobody, ooooooooohhhh, nobody eats me like you do, Jack! Ooooohhhh, lick my big fat hairy cunt, lover . . . God, oh God . . . Jack . . . oh no . . . "
Letitia's head strained backward, every muscle in her beautiful neck taut as a bow, her long glossy black hair floating in the breeze. She felt as if her nipples would burst with tension. When Jack ate her, she lost all trace of time and place. She would have come in the middle of Times Square in a raging noon.
"Jack . . . lick me . . . oh God . . . put your nose in my big fat hairy snatch . . . ooooohhh God . . . oooh sonofabitch, Jack . . . I love you, Jack . . Her eyes seemed to have rolled up inside her beautiful head. Her eyelashes fluttered, her blue shadowed lids heavy with passion.
Jack slid his fingers around into her cunt again and wiped off some of the copiously flooding juice. Then he felt around within the balls of her glorious smooth ass until he found her asshole and rammed in his longest finger.
* * *
With this Letitia almost went catatonic. Every muscle in her body seemed to be jerking. She mashed her juicy hot cunt down onto his face until Jack felt as if he were licking her from within a sloppy rubber mask. And then she screamed and wailed and moaned and jerked. The fiercest shudder shook her from head to toe. The flooding wash of her cuntal cum juice splashed over Jack's face and he laughed as he struggled to lap up every last drop.
CHAPTER TWO
Mercy's innocent young heart was throbbing so hard she could barely keep still. Involuntarily her right hand had clutched her bosom as she watched the horrifying sexual act continuing between Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong. She could scarcely believe her eyes.
And yet, even though she knew it was awful of her, she couldn't tear herself away. Largely because it certainly did seem as if Mrs. Armstrong was enjoying herself immensely. Despite the fact that the voluptuous older woman was moaning and thrashing in the seeming throes of agony, Mercy sensed that it was not pain that she was suffering under.. . but pleasure!
The thought of this came as a terrible shock. All her life her parents had brought her up to think that sex and sexual behavior was something a woman encountered only as a duty. And yet here was this woman . . . it flew in the face of the teachings of the two people who had always been dearest to her . . .
Not that she could make out precisely everything that was going on. Far from it. She had been able to make out Mr. Armstrong's fingers sliding in and out of Mrs. Armstrong's vagina, but when he put his face between her legs, what he was doing became a little more unclear.
But whatever it was, it was obvious that Mrs. Armstrong was enjoying it immensely.
Was he kissing her belly? How could he stand the terrible odor from her vagina? Surely it must be assaulting him. What were his fingers doing rummaging around in back of her? The back of the chair concealed most of whatever it was he was doing with his hands.
She noticed suddenly that her nipples had become erect. Both rosy protuberances were standing easily over an inch high. She had absently been rubbing them with her thumbs. Now she took her hands away and licked her lips. What she had been doing was terribly immoral. She put her fingers down between her thighs in order to keep them from touching her massive breasts.
But that was no good, either. Because almost the moment her fingers found their way down between her golden-downed legs, the most awful itch in her cunt became very noticeable and disconcerting.
For once in her life, Mercy was at a loss. She had always been a terrible prig, very upright and sure of herself, ready with righteous answers on every conceivable topic, every teacher's pet, but now-now-she felt as if she were being drawn into a maelstrom of sensual discomfort that had neither beginning nor end.
She closed her eyes and tried to think clean thoughts, but it was no good. Some evil force stronger than herself forced her eyes open again, and the itch in her crotch did not subside for a moment. She felt an intense desire to rub herself there, but she knew that she had to resist such an evil inclination.
A faint shudder rippled through her voluptuous torso. A helpless groan escaped her parched lips. Down below, Mrs. Armstrong's legs were thrashing, her black high heels bouncing off her husband's shirted back. The older woman's moans of rapture reached Mercy's ears. With a tremendous burst of will power, she managed to close her eyes tightly and tear herself away from the terrible scene before her.
* * *
"She's left the window," Jack said, getting up. His entire jaw was covered with the juicy glistening slop from his wife's pussy. Part of it was streaked with white specks. He licked his tongue around his face to get as much of the juice as he could while it was still warm.
"She'll come back, lover. Don't worry about her. Worry about your mama."
Jack smiled and looked down at her. Letitia was lying there with her legs spread, gunky drops of dew dripping from the splashy folds of her pussy. Her body was heaving, retreating from the splendid heights of her mind-bending orgasm. When Letitia came, the whole world went wild.
"Have a good time?" Jack asked her.
"You know I did." She held out her hand. "Jack, promise me."
"Promise what, baby?"
"Promise me you won't screw that nurse we got for grandpa."
Jack laughed. "Come off it. She's a real fucking prig." He took Letitia in his arms. The musky scent of her cum still wafted about them. Her long black hair was a cushion over his hands, her huge tits pressing against his chest through the flimsy top. "Besides," he said, "you know you're the only girl in the world for me. I couldn't screw anything else. My dick'd fall off."
Letitia frowned in that funny way of hers, trying to toss her curls slightly.
"What's bothering you, baby?" Jack asked.
"Well, you know I'm not getting any younger, Jack. And sometimes I wonder.. . well, that young nurse we hired . . . well, she's rather pretty. And she has long blonde hair and enormous boobs. Are you sure you wouldn't. . . ? "
Jack laughed. "Of course not, honey. What do you take me for, a fucking scumbag?"
"You're very crude, Jack."
He grinned, showing large white teeth. "Yes, and don't you love it."
"You know I do. I can't help it if I get jealous when there's a good-looking young piece of fluff around."
"Don't give it another thought. We just hired her to look after grandpa. You're enough for me, baby. You always have been and you always will be. Now give papa a kiss."
Jack mashed his open mouth down onto Letitia's. Their tongues snaked around each other's. Kissing Letitia was mouthing an open blast furnace, Jack thought. She had the hottest mouth of any woman he had ever kissed.
Jack glanced up at the new nurse's window again. She had left the shadows for a moment, but now she was back. He snickered to himself and considered giving her a real treat that might set her ovaries in an uproar.
For despite what he had told Letitia, he was fairly well convinced that the hard-on he was feeling did indeed have something to do with the long-legged blonde at the window.
It wasn't just that the young girl's tits were enough to give any normal man the slavering fits. Or that the sexy jut of her lower lip was perfect for cocksucking. Or even that-probably despite her most prudent intentions-she had the sexiest walk Jack had ever seen, with hips ripe as succulent pears.
No, the best portion of her appeal was in just the opposite part of her character-and that was, what Jack had sensed from the first, that Nurse Mercy Gnaster was probably the most puritan bitch he had ever come across.
Letitia broke off their kiss momentarily, her dark brown eyes smoky with desire. She pushed her enormous bosom against him. "Are you sure there isn't something you'd like to finish upstairs, Jack?" she murmured silkily.
"No-here!" he said through gritted teeth.
Letitia looked around nervously. "But, Jack-all right, I let you eat me and finger-fuck me in full view of that young nurse . . . actually I couldn't help myself, baby . . . Christ, when you go down on me and lick my cunt, there's nothing much else mama can do . . . but. . . "
"But what?" Jack asked crossly, his eyebrows knotting together dangerously.
Letitia didn't like him when he got like this, although in its own way it was exciting. "Well, gee, honey . . . " She ran her fingers over the back of his head and through his damp wet curls. "Honestly, Jack, must I suck you off down here? That girl is going to see . . . "
"So what."
"Well, I . . . "
Grinning, Jack stood up. He had the answer, the one argument that Letitia could never turn away from.
Without taking his eyes off her, he slowly began to zip down his pants . . .
* * *
Mercy had staggered back away from the window when Mrs. Armstrong was groaning and moaning through her orgasm-or whatever it was. The tingle in her cunt rushed furiously down her vaginal walls and out into the very portals of her virginal love-box. She could feel the lips of her cunt moisten despite her utmost willpower.
Her head fell backward, her long blonde hair trailing down almost to the nicely dimpled backs of her knees. Her eyes shut, trying to will herself away from the dreadful feelings which were so belatedly overtaking her. She kept her hands stiffly at her sides to keep from touching anything she shouldn't, and marched like a wooden soldier back to the stool at the dressing table, sitting down with a plop as if all the strength had gone out of her.
She sat there for many seconds before she could bring herself to open her eyes again. And then she noticed the hairbrush.
She looked at her long blonde hair in the mirror and then at the blonde pubic fleece between her legs. She used the hairbrush to comb out the hair on her head, so why not use it to straighten the hair in her crotch?
She felt very silly about this, but nonetheless her hand seemed to pass to the hairbrush of its own volition-and the next thing she knew she was combing out some of the persistent itch in her cuntal hair . . .
Her eyes closed again, a sweet smile turning up the corners of her pretty pink mouth. The tingle in her cunt seemed to get better and worse at the same time. The guilt somewhat dissipated as she was able to convince herself that combing out the sum yellow hairs surrounding the crack in her cunt was perfectly normal.
Gradually the character of her brushing began to change. Now she was moving the entire brush, handle, bristles and all, swiftly up and back over her moistening portals. In her distraction she failed to notice the seepage that was flooding the tops of her thighs in a sticky mess.
"Uh . . . uh.. . " Her beautiful head lolled on her swanlike neck, her pink tongue darting out, licking her juicy lips. Mercy blinked. Her breath came in little gasps, punctuated by an occasional groan.
Sensations reached her which were totally unlike anything she had ever known before. The whole of her body seemed to begin and end in her cuntal region. Her cunt was the rising sun, with beams of sensation emanating from it in all directions. Her luscious big breasts heaved with some incomprehensible emotion, her nipples taut with lust.
"What am I doing?! My God!" Her voice came to her as if from somewhere far away.
Staggering to her feet, she pushed herself away from the dressing table, struggling with all her might to pull the hairbrush away from the region of her swarming young blonde pussy.
But even as she staggered, it seemed fated that she was going to find herself standing by the window again . . .
* * *
Jack had opened his fly. The little cap on the head of his penis appeared first, peeping out as if from a little house deep in the middle of a forest, ascertaining how the weather was on this beautiful spring day.
As she always did, Letitia felt something clutch in her heaving chest as she witnessed the appearance of Jack's enormous cock. She licked her lips, already almost tasting the cum in her throat.
"Jack...."
His rod came out the full distance from his pants and he clutched it in his hand like a club. It was huge, very long and thick with pulsating blue veins throbbing all around it like rivers of blood. "Love this, don't you?"
"Oh, Jack . . . " Letitia's mouth watered. Her legs felt weak and dissolving.
"Like to suck on it?"
"You know I would!"
"Then hurry, doddammit!" He slapped her on the back of the head and Letitia made a little mewling sound of surrender. Her bright lip stick painted red lips parted to reveal a slavering tongue full of drool. Her eyelashes fluttered with desire on smokily half-closed lids. Jack reached down for the heavy jugs of her tits and squeezed them hard in his large strong hands.
He twisted and pulled at her big enclosed boobs, hurting her as much as he could. "Then suck me off, you fucking cunt you!"
Letitia ovaled her carmine lips. Jack's enormous dick was all the way out now. Whimpering with pain and fear from his mauling hands, she slipped her mouth over the purplish knob. The heady taste of his prick made her want to swoon. She licked off the overflow of cum in its delicate tip and swallowed hungrily.
Letitia was a past master of the blowjob, having perfected it over a period of years. As her mouth moved down Jack's huge, blood-engorged penis, the veins throbbing hotly within the blasting furnace of her hungry mouth, Letitia's teeth retracted and her tongue licked reflexively at the sensitive underside of Jack's gigantic tool.
His nostrils dilated and he coughed, breathing heavily, as he watched his dick disappear down Letitia's practiced throat. Christ, he thought, she's a goddamn sword swallower. What a woman. Jack glanced up at Mercy's window out of the corner of his eye. The big-busted young blonde was there, all right. But he couldn't quite make out what it was she was doing. She seemed to have something in her dainty hands. . . .
He dug his fingers into Letitia's beautiful and fragrant long black hair, cupping the back of her head and pulling it toward him until every last delicious inch disappeared down Letitia's hungry throat and her nose was smashed into the thick curly brown hairs of his pubis. She closed her eyes, delirious with happiness. To have Jack's cock filling up her throat was an ecstasy that could not be borne for any longer than a single moment. Then, sighing, she drew her mouth back up his pulsating rod, lapping its underside as she went.
"Oh Jesus . . . honey, that's great . . . keep sucking my dick . . . God, I love it.. . . "
Jack could feel the semen boiling in his balls, threatening to shoot out across the bridge in her throat. He gripped her ears and looked down again.
Letitia was sucking furiously. He could see the slickness of her saliva on his penis as it disappeared into her mouth and then came out again. It was like fucking a cunt, her mouth and tongue were so soft and smooth and hotly wet. His hips jerked and she gagged momentarily, then went on sucking again. It was vastly exciting to watch her.
"Christ, baby, I'm coming! You're the greatest cocksucking mama in the whole world! If Letitia can't suck off my fucking dick and swallow all my cum, nobody can. You're the greatest!"
The sperm was boiling in his balls like a witches' cauldron. Everything he ever was or ever hoped to be seemed concentrated in his groin. His nuts were seething; Letitia put her hands under them and began to stroke them gently, burying her nose again and again in his crisp brown cock hair.
His prick was on fire, ready to explode. All his cum juices gathered like marching soldiers at the gate of her suctioning hot mouth.
"Oh, honey! Oh God! Oh Jesus! Suck me off, mama! Gimme that big head blowjob! Christ I'm cuming, OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH. . . . "
Jack's hips began to jerk spasmodically. He gripped his wife's tits and squeezed them as hard as he could until she cried out in pain. His dick spat cum all the way down her throat, hot salty cum that Letitia swallowed hungrily, her eyes rolling with happiness. She gulped it all down and begged for more, sucking on him as his body shuddered and jerked, spitting great gobs of thick milky white sperm all the way down her throat. His agonized eyes rolled up in his sockets as he squeezed her tits, and he groaned and moaned until the very last drop of his sperm had exited into her mouth across the sputtering bridge of his pulsating cock.
CHAPTER THREE
Mercy couldn't believe the incredible sensations that were threatening to engulf her quivering young flesh. Her bulging red nipples felt as if they were about to explode. Beads of perspiration pursed in an even line across her forehead and her upper lip. The end of the hairbrush, drawn as if by a magnet, had inserted itself into the upper regions of her glistening wet cunt, stroking the pink cuntal lips with furious abandon.
Her groin felt as if it were bursting with fire. Sensations came and went in waves of longing that had nothing to do with anything else she had ever before experienced. Even her anus seemed to prickle with some inconceivable desire.
Her legs felt weak, her knees like jelly. Her beautiful nostrils dilated in her perfect little nose as she breathed heavily, like a horse running a fast furlong.
In her two hands, the hairbrush was an instrument of the most exquisite torture. The beautiful blonde nurse found herself mewling and whimpering without stop, helpless to control the mewling sounds that emanated from the high parts of her luscious, smooth white throat.
As she gasped and moaned with a fitful combination of ecstasy and agony, her head fell back and her shining long blonde hair trailed almost to the carpet at her dainty little feet. The lips of her cunt kissed and hugged the end of the hairbrush, sloppy and wet as the agonized clitoris clung to it like glue with a tinglish desperation. Her huge breasts were now covered with a tracery of blue, desire-filled veins which began and ended in her enormous hard and upstanding nipples. Her tits felt bigger and tighter than normally, and if she didn't find some outlet for these incredible feelings she was drowning in, she felt she would go mad.
Her pink mouth parted as she gasped again and again, her tiny sliver of a tongue darting out to lick her parched lips. Everything in her seemed to be straining towards an almost incredible surcease.
She looked down at what she was doing and this seemed to excite her all the more. She felt as if she were looking from somewhere outside of herself, as if this evil thing had nothing to do with the real her. She could see the end of the hairbrush enfolded in the fleecy yellow hairs around her cuntal lips. She could see it disappear and probe and rub furiously as the pink lips seemed to moan with ecstasy and cling with delight. How wet she was there! She couldn't believe it. Was this really her? Pink cuntal lips all wet and gleaming, soppy with juice from God-knew-where?
But God, how wonderful it felt! How totally unlike anything else she had ever experienced!
* * *
Down below Jack Armstrong was gripping his wife's long black hair, his dick buried deeply in her hotly sucking mouth like a sword in a scabbard. Mrs. Armstrong's eyes and cheeks bulged out as she sucked hungrily. The man's groans reached Mercy's ears and she masturbated all the more furiously.
And then Mr. Armstrong's entire body seemed to erupt with volcanic passion. She could see his hips thrust upwards, she could hear his obscene cursing. The sun reflected on his glittering belt buckle where it dangled, and his wife's nose buried in his crisp brown pubic hair.
Then suddenly his body began to jerk as if he were riding a horse, and Mercy felt her breath intake sharply. For as he clutched at his wife's head, his face straining terribly, it was obvious that his penis was pumping some sort of liquid into her mouth. A white cream trickled out around the edges of the older woman's mouth . . .
* * *
The sight of Mr. Armstrong's orgasm was the signal that broke the dam of Mercy's pent-up desires.
"OH! OH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh ooooooooooooo. . . " she wailed. Her beautiful blue eyes shut, the long dark lashes resting on her rosy, lust-heated cheeks. Her firm, smoothly rounded belly began humping uncontrollably over the thin patch of golden pubic hair, and then, like a great river overflowing its banks, a great wash of liquid came rushing down through her insides, out through her cunt, and flooding the hairbrush with a musky, sticky essence of cum. The sensation of her orgasm was blinding, like a minor atomic implosion, flooding the miracle of her gorgeous blonde young being with a feeling that was sweet and agonizing all at the same time. She felt as if her nerve endings were being torn apart by wild horses. The orgasm seemed to exist not only in her groin but in her fingertips and toenails and hair ends as well. Her pelvis shuddered like a machine gun . . . her gorgeous long legs turned to butter. She breathed and sighed and groaned and swayed like a sapling in a wind. And then it was all over except for the incredible aftermath . . . the astonished disbelief that she could have felt such a thing at all . . .
* * *
Jack slipped his slowly deflating cock from out of his wife's mouth as fast as she would let him. Now that he had blown off he was no longer much interested.
But Letitia was so crazy about licking up the last possible drop of his cum that she almost refused to let him go and he was afraid he was going to have to beat the hell out of her to make her let go. Unfortunately-or fortunately, depending on how one looked at it-creamy white spunk was just like whipped cream to Letitia. She wanted as much of it as she could get, and if it had been sold in the supermarkets, she would have wanted to drink a couple of gallons a day. As it was, the cupful or so she got from Jack all day was scarcely enough to satisfy her. Perhaps that was one of the reasons she was such a deeply satisfying cocksucker. He could blow his load into her hotly sucking face all day and all night.
"Come on, baby," he gripped her dark black hair, "I want to go make a sandwich."
"MMmmmmmph. Glmmphhh." These were the only sounds he managed to get from her while she continued to lick and nibble at his dick flecks of white cum flooding her rosy lips.
He gripped her hair more tightly and began to drag her off as she begged him to let her continue.
"Oh please, Jack . . . God I beg you . . . just let me lick it a little bit more . . . "
"Come on, baby. You've had enough. Jack wants to make a sandwich. Besides, you'll get heart trouble from my cum . . . it's rich in cholesterol."
"I don't give a shit! I love that soppy stuff! Let mama lick it!"
He laughed and pushed her aside, shoving his sticky but deflated eight inches back into his drawers and zipping up his pants.
"You're a goddamn sadist, Jack. I don't know why the fuck I ever married you."
He tickled her under the chin. "Because I'm the best goddamned ass-fucker in the world," he grinned.
"Oh shit, Jack." Letitia stood up, straightening out her fulsome boobs beneath the over-tight halter. She swung her long black hair around over her back to let it fall in the crack of her ass. "You know it's not just that, Jack," she said.
He snickered and stood up. "Christ, you're not going to tell me we've got a 'meaningful relationship,' are you?"
Letitia's eyes moistened. "Don't make fun of me, Jack. Whatever my reasons are, I love you.
And I'd do anything I could to hold you, you know that."
His face screwed up in puzzlement. He couldn't make head nor tail of whatever the hell it was she was getting at. "What the fuck is eating you anyway?"
Letty stood up saucily and gestured in the direction of the house. "I know you were just letting me suck you off in order to give that young blonde cunt a good eyeful of your big dick, Jack."
"Don't talk like a fucking jackass. She doesn't mean a thing to me, baby. You're the only piece of juicy twat I could ever love, you know that."
She shook her finger at him. "That'd better be right, Jack. Because if you ever messed with anyone else, I'd cut your fuckin' heart out."
"Shit." His face solidified, hard and rocklike. "There's no one in the world like you, sweetie. You've got them all beat. I don't know what the fuck you're so jealous for."
"Just you remember what I said. Now, go get your fuckin' sandwich."
* * *
Jack went into the kitchen of the big house to make his sandwich, but now somehow he'd lost a good part of his appetite. He absent-mindedly buttered some bread and put together some sliced tomato with ham, but his stomach wasn't in it.
Unfortunately Letitia hadn't been far off the mark with her suspicions about him and the new nurse.
That young blonde nurse was just a gorgeous fucking thing. Ever since she had arrived, just a few short days ago, with barely the clothes on her back, he had thought of almost nothing else. He had visions of her, of him riding up between her legs, his mighty cudgel skewering deeply into the quivering wet insides of her sloppy dripping young cunt, the golden hair around her opening caressing and stroking his balls as they slapped against her nicely rounded young ass.
But those were pipedreams. Unless something exceptional happened, there was no way in the world he was going to realize his desires in that quarter. Letitia was jealous as a hen in a farmyard. There was no way this rooster was going to be able to accomplish anything with the blonde nurse while she was around; the threat of violence was too real. He had no doubt at all that she would put a steak knife between his shoulder blades if he so much as hinted at any interest in the young girl.
But Christ, what a dish! He had been thinking of nothing but her for the last two days. Positively huge uptilted breasts, jutting out at you and daring you to suck on them, to touch them, to live with them, to fondle them. And all that gleaming yellow hair bound up so severely in a bun.
Clear blue eyes, long dark lashes, a pouting, silky mouth that just begged to be kissed, to have its rose petal lips forced back over bright white teeth. Youthful teeth. A mouth that begged to have a tongue forced down its throat. And the thought of that succulent-looking red mouth wrapped around his cock was enough to make him swoon.
But what was the use of dreaming? He hadn't a chance with Letitia around.
Jack gritted his teeth and took a nasty bite out of his sandwich. Those big breasts of hers had to be at least a 42D cup, but they weren't droopy in the slightest. They were probably hard as cannonball if the truth were known.
And that waist! Christ, it was so small that a man could put two hands around it. In her starched white nurses' uniform Mercy Gnaster was probably the sexiest thing the Winslow household had ever seen. Long, long legs he wanted to rip to pieces with his tongue. She was probably almost five-foot-ten. She had legs like a horse. He wanted to insert his tongue into her virginal asshole and never let up.
He could just imagine it. Tongue in her asshole, fingers rummaging around in her dripping, hair-fringed cunt. Paradise!
What was she? Twenty-three, twenty-two? Old enough to have had a dick between her legs at one time or another-and yet somehow he doubted it. Nurse Mercy had such a prim expression about her. Somehow he had the sneaking suspicion she was still a virgin.
Christ, if she was! He hadn't screwed a virgin in a dog's age!
But what was the use? If he ever messed with that nurse, he might as well make reservations at the nearest cemetery. Letitia knew everything; there wasn't a way in the world to hide anything from her. Sometimes he wondered if their own room was wired. That would have been just like Grandpa Winslow.
Which reminded him. It was probably high time he had a look in on the old dead-to-the-world duffer.
* * *
Letitia's grandfather was well over ninety and hanging to life by a very slender thread, having been paralyzed by a stroke just two years before. Letitia and Jack had then come to live with him, being his only remaining family. In the intervening time a number of nurses had come and gone, most of them unable to deal with a patient that required such a sizable amount of exclusive care.
For the last two years Grandpa Winslow had been lying flat on his back-excepting occasional turning-like a pig being roasted on a spit, Jack once said-in his bed, staring at the ceiling. His eyes moved but nothing else apparently. He couldn't speak, so it was impossible to know what it was he was thinking or feeling.
It would have been an easy thing to just let him die, and Jack had often said so.
But Letitia wouldn't hear of it. "He's my grandfather, Jack. I just couldn't do it."
"But think of the money-"
"I just couldn't."
The old man was supposed to be worth millions, having prospected for years in the Canadian Yukon and struck some high-grade copper ore while he was there. They were still amazed at some of the royalty checks that came in, but they went right to the bank in any case.
So this was the picture of their mutual situation, as Jack entered the old man's downstairs room.
"Hello, grandpa."
The old eyes, now moldering yellow, swiveled in his direction. Nothing else appeared to move.
"Back again," grunted Jack. He sat down heavily in the nearest chair.
The wizened old man watched him.
* * *
Jack had never pulled any punches with grandpa, and he didn't now. , "I have to admit I wish you were dead, grandpa." He looked around. "Then me and Letitia could get clear of here. We used to have a pretty swinging life in California."
It was safe enough to talk to grandpa like this . . . there was no way it would ever be repeated to Letitia. In any case, Jack didn't think the old prune minded. Human nature was not a secret after ninety years plus. Old people were always in the way, and young people always thought so.
Did he detect a trace of smile on the aged thin lips? No, that had to be his imagination.
"Look at it this way," Jack went on, "you're bedridden and paralyzed, and Letty and I aren't exactly crazy about this gloomy big house. And with your money we could have a lot of good times. You see that, don't you?"
Jack was surprised to see the old man's eyelashes blink furiously. Some time ago, unknown to Letty, he had devised a system of communication with grandpa based upon the use of his eyes. This signal meant grandpa was about to communicate something.
"Go ahead, grandpa. I'm reading you."
With this the paralyzed ancient being moving his eyes in an array of shifting patterns coupled with occasionally blinking. Jack gasped. He could believe what the old man was saying.
In plain language, he was communicating: Do it.
But do what? Could he possibly mean. . . ?
No, that couldn't be right. No one ever wanted to die. But then on the other hand . . .
"Grandpa, are you telling me that you want me to put you out of your misery?"
CHAPTER FOUR
It seemed ages before Mercy could get her head together. Somehow putting on her stiffly starched white nurse's uniform seemed to help. She stood before the long mirror and moved her hands along her voluptuous body from breasts to kneecaps. She was careful not to grip the huge melons of her tits too strongly for fear of stirring herself up again.
She could still not quite believe the violent orgasmic explosions which had shook her virginal body, but she was resolved in any case to go right to work in order to cleanse her thoughts. Work was always the best distraction.
She had been more lacking in underwear than she'd expected, but fortunately had managed to locate in a chest of drawers some frilly white panties, black garter belts, nylon stockings, and a black bra which only barely managed to contain the huge white mounds of her overflowing tits. A black slip had also been located.
Most of this stuff was fairly old fashioned-she was used to pantyhose-but somehow the overall effect was not displeasing, and she found the garments singularly comfy. It was very fortunate that she and Mrs. Armstrong were just about the same size.
At first she had been somewhat puzzled on finding a white bra with the nipples cut out, so that her enormous protuberant pink nipples jutted out of them. But finally, on rummaging further she had located the bra she was wearing now. It was just a trace snug, but since she had exceptionally large aureoles she was used to having part of her nipple area, with its little pimples and all, showing over the top of it.
Her feet were rather tired from the low-heeled pair of shoes she had been wearing ever since California, but one of her closets revealed a pair of spiked black patent leather heels. She was surprised that a high-heeled pump could feel so comfy, but she supposed it was the change that made the difference.
So that now she was outfitted suitably-if somewhat irregularly. She pulled out a lipstick and began doing her lips. Her lower lip was exceptionally sultry, full and pouty, so she had to give it a little extra, but she made both lips a bright, shining pink, licking them both afterwards to make them shine.
As she put on her lipstick-that was her only makeup, she involuntarily thought of Mrs. Armstrong sucking on her husband's penis.
It was ghastly and unthinkable for a woman to do something like that. What on earth could she possibly get out of it?
Mercy went to the windows and opened two of them. Now there was no one down below on the lawn or at the pool. She wondered where they were. She noticed with a rush of embarrassment how fresh the day's air was coming in the open windows. She had made the room all musky from the heat of her scent.
She vowed that she would never again do something so disgusting.
But in any case there was no time to dwell on her fall from grace any longer. It was high time she was looking in on Grandfather Winslow.
* * *
When she entered the old man's gloomy room downstairs she was taken aback all over again with its spareness. The patient himself lay in its center, like a sacrificial offering, only his eyes alive enough to indicate a living creature harbored there. On either side of his bed there were a variety of tables, but not with any medicines on them. There was not much point in administering medication to an individual who was not capable of making his symptoms known.
The rest of the room was equally spare. Around the walls were some barren-looking brown cabinets filled with linen, plates and other odds and ends. In the center of the ceiling of the room hung a bare bulb under a green metal shade. Very appropriate for a dying millionaire, Mercy thought obliquely, not quite understanding it herself. She made a note to get a television for the old man, to be suspended from the ceiling. It must drive a person crazy to just lie there, she thought.
"And how's our nice patient today?" she tried to say cheerfully, sweeping into the room and bringing the scent of her youth and blonde loveliness.
The old eyes swiveled to meet her. Mercy moved around the room straightening things, not looking back at him again, until finally she began opening all the window shades, making the old man blink furiously.
"Oh, too bright for you, I suppose. Well, you're probably right. I'll just leave the one open in back of you. But it's a beautiful day outside today, grandfather."
She pulled down several shades and partly opened one of the windows. Then she came back to his side and lifted his wrist to begin taking his pulse.
But what's the point of taking his pulse? she thought, and dropped his hand without finishing her count.
"Well, it's time for your bath, Mr. Winslow," she said, and she began removing the blankets and sheets from his supine form.
It was the first time in the two days she had been in the house that she was to give the old man a bath, but he certainly needed it. It was obvious on removing his bedclothes that his previous nurse had been very lax in this regard. And the Armstrongs did not seem the sort of people who would know about administering the old man's needs.
They seemed like preoccupied types, full of themselves and not much interested in others' needs. She wondered idly what their favorite hobbies were.
As she took the bedclothes off the old man, it gradually dawned on her that he was going to be significantly different from her other charges.
In the first place-and the only place-he was virtually totally immobile.
All of her other patients had always been able to at least wash their own genitals. In this respect Grandfather Winslow was singularly different.
But if she didn't see to it that he was clean down there, she would be seriously remiss in her attentions to his withered old body, and to her calling as a nurse.
Yet she was pleasantly surprised to find him clean down below as she unwrapped him. Probably he ingested so little from the food tube inserted in his body that his voiding would always be negligible. And there was only the slightest stain under his penis . . . His penis . . .
As she unveiled him she was amazed to find that it was not only his eyes which were capable of movement.. .
Before her very eyes his penis inflated, enlarged, filled itself with blood, became engorged with it, bringing pulsing blue veins into full, excited life.
"Really, grandfather!" she exclaimed, astonished at this obscenity.
But was it really his fault? Wasn't it as much hers? Or neither of their faults? After all, she had to unveil him in order to clean his withered flesh. And it wasn't his fault that she was an attractive, buxom blonde. She knew that men liked large breasts, and she had long ago resigned herself to the unpleasant fact that hers were overlarge and overexciting. Nothing could do anything about that. It was just the way a girl was born, to be busty or not.
And blondes. For some reason men favored them. It was all very disgusting.
Nothing was given away in his eyes, and she was embarrassed to glance at them. But there it was. An upraised penis spoke for itself.
It was the first time she had ever seen one so close, although she had glimpsed other, more flaccid ones-and she had seen Jack Armstrong's tool from the upstairs window.
The sensation of seeing one so close was indefinable. She was a little afraid of it. Could a woman's body really take such a thing inside of her? Mixing their inner juices together? Wasn't that disgusting? How could her mother even have allowed it?
"Well, I can see that you won't be able to wash yourself, Mr. Winslow. So I suppose I'll have to do it all for you." And with this she swished around to the washbasin, filling up a bedpan with water and soaking a sponge in it.
Returning to the bed, she couldn't repress a surge of prurient excitement as she regarded the old man's unnaturally alive erection. She had done that for him. She wondered if any of his other nurses had excited him like this. Was it a compliment or an insult?
Did her breasts tingle strangely as she regarded his penis? She tried to fight her obscene thoughts, tried to disregard this stem of flesh that was the only part of the old man's body with a real living warmth. She wondered how its temperature would feel if she clutched it. No one need ever know, and she could regard it as research. She was a nurse, wasn't she?
Hard as a bone and sticking straight up, the aged tool waggled back and forth as she came nearer. Even the wrinkled ancient bells below it seem to quiver under their sparse curly dark hairs.
Mercy shook her pretty golden head as if to dislodge from it her obscene thoughts. Then she squeezed the sponge and began washing her aged charge.
Over and over and across and under his body she went with the damp sponge. She lifted his wrinkled old ass slightly in order to get under it, then turned him on his side, and then finally on his other side.
Occasionally her delicate white hand brushing against his dick and it jerked, or she would casually sideswipe it with the sponge. Then finally she saw with some dismay that-considering her professional obligations-she was going to have to do the entire job.
"I hope this doesn't annoy you, grandfather, but I'm going to have to wash around your genitals. It'll only take a moment."
She couldn't make out the nature of his mental reaction, if any. His eyes merely swiveled around, expressionless.
Although if she had looked closely she would have seen the slight spot of semen welling up in the head of his prick . . .
Her left hand wrapped around his throbbing old rod, in order to keep it out of the way, she told herself, as she washed his balls. She was surprised at its warmth, and also surprised to find that she wasn't the least bit disgusted. Indeed the old man's tool felt rather nice in her hand. Curious, she found that she could pull the foreskin up and back over the purplish knob . . .
"Grandfather!" A slight spurt of liquid, clear but mixed with milky spots, spat out the tip of the old man's penis.
Nonetheless, she did not remove her hand. Professional duty required that she wash him. Mortified and trembling from some unclear distress, she began bathing the withered old sacks of his nuts with the sponge, under and around, almost caressing them. At the same time her left hand clutched his red hot dick spasmodically, opening and closing on it and moving the foreskin up and back as if from instinct.
She sponged down into the crack of his ass, right down into the tight brown pucker, then up again, along the sensitive vein connecting his balls and asshole. Then finally she began cleansing him around the base of his dick.
A faint swooning sensation seemed to overcome her. Its vagueness was indefinable; she had no idea where it had come from. Maybe it was from something she ate. She half thought that this feeling resembled somewhat the "vapours" that women used to get a century ago. But it was something else . . .
Mercy felt her nostrils dilating obscenely. The tall, big-busted blonde nurse began jagging off the old man in earnest, "cleaning" him. The sponge caressed and finally wrapped itself around his pulsating rod. Mercy felt as if some sort of delirium was overtaking her. What on earth was she doing, anyway? . . .
"God, what am I doing?"
But it was too late for conjecture. For now, with his burning cock covered in soap and being rubbed, petted and jerked mercilessly, Grandfather Winslow suddenly felt the old familiar boiling in his balls, and then his dick was jerking and spurting milky warm come all over Nurse Mercy's beautiful golden face.. . .
CHAPTER FIVE
As the milky spunk splashed across the astonished blonde's face, Mercy blinked and sputtered and spat. Splashes of liquid found their way right into her delicate pink mouth, making her cough, and other flecks of it cascaded across her pretty pink lips.
An innocent bystander might have found it amusing to contemplate the drops of cum sticking to her shivering black eyelashes and splashed across her succulent sultry mouth. But Mercy did not. At first she was furious, but then as she had a chance to taste some of the creamy, sticky liquid, she found to her surprise that it was not at all distasteful.
In fact, she had to admit with some chagrin, it was delicious.
This was the most ghastly admission of all. Semen was very far from being disgusting indeed. As she licked her lips of the delicately salted and flavorful sperm, she was amazed to find that she even liked it.
Such an admission was very far from being admissible!
"Mr. Winslow!" she exclaimed, trying to sound cross as she licked the last drop of the delicious stuff from around her pouty moist lips. "That was a terrible thing for you to do!"
Even so, she still had her delicate young hand on his rapidly deflating prick, and she found herself rubbing off all of its cum on her palm and fingers. . . .
Well, who's to know? she thought guiltily. The old man could never tell, and they were totally alone. After all, it was not as if she had actually sucked on his penis, or had it inside of her. It was easy for her to rationalize that it was her duty as a nurse to clean all the cum from his prick completely, to keep him clean. And one way of doing this was for her to rub the sticky stuff off on her hands and then lick off her hands. . . .
There was no way of knowing what the old man was thinking, and Mercy told herself she didn't care. Indeed, she couldn't. Cum was so delicious that she found herself licking every bit of it from her moist palms and fingers. She sighed and smiled when she finished the last of it, hoping there had been more. The temptation was very powerful to incline her blonde head and lick off the last of the sticky stuff still clinging to his flaccid limp dick. . . .
All of a sudden there were footsteps in the corridor. She jumped up! Guilt flooded her throat like bile and her face turned a bright crimson. Not quite knowing what she was doing, she flung a sheet over the old man and darted nervously into the nearest closet, closing the door all but shut behind her.
Half wondering what it was she was doing exactly, half so consumed with guilt and apprehension that she couldn't move, she heard the footsteps come closer . . . and closer . . .
She closed the door of the closet until only the slightest sliver of light could enter, leaving herself with a clear view of the room's only door.
And then the handle of the door turned. She could hear her heart pounding in her shell-like ears like a kettledrum.
And then Jack Armstrong entered the room, bearing a foam rubber pillow. . . .
* * *
"Hello, grandpa. I guess I'll do what you want. I haven't told Letitia. She'd raise holy hell. Christ knows."
Jack closed the door behind him. Mmmmm, he thought, Nurse Mercy must have been in the room just before him. He could smell the perfume of her youthfulness. If he ever got a chance, he'd smell a lot more than that. He'd ram his nose up her cunt and waggle it until she whimpered for mercy.
Mercy whimpering for mercy. That's good.
He approached the bed where grandpa lay stretched out. Although the old man's eyes were sending entirely new and different signals from his previous death wish, Jack was too preoccupied to notice. He was not very pleased with the matter at hand. Despite all appearances to the contrary, he had never in his life purposefully hurt another human being, and he didn't imagine the thought of doing so now.
"I'll do it for you, grandpa," Jack said, standing over the old man's supine form. "Despite my best misgivings." Then he sat down in the chair next to the bed and lit a last cigarette. "The condemned man smokes a last cigarette," he joked. "Except I'll have to smoke it for you, grandpa."
Jack puffed nervously, considering all possibilities. "I have to confess we've wanted you to die, grandpa. Not that we have anything against you. But you're actually dead anyway, in that condition, aren't you? To all practical purposes you are." He looked around the frigid mausoleum of a room, and shivered. "And to all practical purposes, we're dead too. Living here like this, tied to you. Letty and I used to attend some pretty good orgies. She isn't jealous if we're sharing the same group of people, and it's nothing personal or serious. Christ, what suckin' and fuckin' we used to have. But we don't know anybody around here. I haven't said two words to any other female around outside of that snooty, big-titted young nurse we just hired for you. Christ, I'd like to stuff my cock up her asshole and hear her whinny like a horse." Mercy gasped.
Jack looked around. "Did I hear something, grandpa? Christ, I'm going funny in my old age. Starting to hear things." He mashed out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray and stood up. "Okay, might as well get it over with. Lord knows we sure can make good use of your money."
And with this he picked up the pillow, which had been lying on a table by the wall, and began forcing it down onto grandpa's face . . .
"Mr. Armstrong!"
Jack jumped as if he'd been shot. He whirled. Christ, it was that goddamned new nurse! Where the hell had she come from?
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Saving my patient's life, apparently. That's what I'm doing." Mercy could scarcely believe her own ridiculously panicky words. In actual fact she was not interested in saving anybody's life but her own.
"Christ, but he begged me to!" Jack shook some brown curls out of his eyes.
"There's no reason to curse and blaspheme. It's obvious what sort of a man you are-taking advantage of your grandfather in order to get his inheritance."
"It's not his inheritance, it's Letty's. And he's not my grandfather, he's Letty's. You've got everything mixed up."
Mercy's huge bosom heaved with emotion, making Jack want to take bites out of it. Her eyes flickered; everything about her seemed to shake-not unattractively, Jack thought. She shot back, "But not so mixed up that I can't see what you're up to-attempted murder. I think the police had better hear about this!"
"Oh Christ," Jack cursed, sitting down again and looking over at grandpa. "Lookit what you've gotten me into, grandpa."
Grandpa's eyes, bloodshot with excitement, swiveled first to one, then to the other, but concentrating mostly on the young blonde nurse and her high, full-blown tits.
With Jack sitting down, and the situation temporarily under control, Mercy made her break for the door. But she was not quite able to reach it before Jack was able to jump up and plant a squarely aimed kick in the direction of her fleeing sumptuous backside.
The kick was by far more accurate than he had expected, actually going right up into the center of her virginal crotch with the point of his shoe and banging painfully at the hairily rubbing portals of her actively moving cunt.
"Ow!" she squealed, just barely managing to get through the door as he tried to plant another sharp kick which missed.
Jack cursed profusely at both her and grandfather as she rushed from the room. Then it occurred to him. "I'd better tell Letitia. If that little .cunt goes to the police, well both be in trouble. And well probably get cut out of the will."
With this he made for Letitia's room as fast as he could.
* * *
Returning to her room, Mercy was mortified to find how painful the open edges of her cunt had become. She rubbed herself between her legs continuously, trying to assuage it, but to no avail.
The incredible nerve of that man! Tears of rage, discomfort and unhappiness all mingled together to soil her pretty peaches-and-cream complexion. If only her parents were still alive! First she had lost the two people in the world most dear to her, and now this! Life was so unfair!
She slipped out of her nurse's uniform, now very fetching sight in frilly white panties, garters, nylons and high-heeled black pumps. Her enormous breasts with their huge double pimply aureoles overflowed her black bra and wobbled like jelly when she bent over.
But however discomfited she was feeling, the main thing was to get out of this crazy household at the earliest opportunity and go straight to the police with what she'd seen.
Back in Letitia's and Jack's bedroom, this was exactly what the Armstrongs were worried about.
"Well, you didn't have to kick her in the cunt, did you?" Letty demanded crossly, her arms folded over her massively rising chest.
"Christ, honey, what did you want me to do? Kiss her? Grandpa begged me to put him out of his misery. Then this fucking cunt appears from nowhere. I could have killed her, she's a prim, unreasoning little bitch."
"Let me think, Jack . . . "
"There's nothing to think about. We've got to give this puritan bitch the full seduction routine, or she's going to go to the cops with what she knows. And that spells curtains for yours truly."
Letty snickered. "Don't be so melodramatic, Jack. You've beaten tougher raps than this."
Jack came up to her and grabbed her soft upper arms. "Listen. You listen to me," he said down at her. "There's a million dollars at stake here. A court could take grandpa away from us and cut us out of the will. That's the most important thing."
Letitia thought that one over. She loved her grandfather, but on the other hand she wasn't awfully fond of having to work for a living again. They didn't have a lot of money of their own.
"Where's she at now?" she said after a good think.
"Probably in 'er room, getting ready to throw us to the police. She's probably got her bags packed right now."
Letty stood up and kissed him softly on the lips. She had changed into white high-heeled pumps with stiletto heels, frilly black panties, garters, nylon stockings and a white bra that let her nipples hang through like cows' udders. Jack instinctively gripped one of her rosy pimpled nipples in thumb and forefinger, twisting it painfully.
"Oooooohhhh, Jack . . . " She put her hands on his shoulders and he slipped one finger of his other hand inside the elastic sideband of her panties, diddling it into the watery outskirts of her cuntal mouth.
"Jack . . . Jack . . . stop.. . . "
"Go get Mercy," he commanded her. "We're going to screw that bitch until her sides fall off."
* * *
Back in her bedroom, Mercy was still having a hard time getting her head together. She had tried to back, but things didn't quite fit right in her two big suitcases. And she couldn't decide what to wear. One minute she considered blue jeans, the next a freckled farm dress. She couldn't make up her mind.
And all the while her vagina was throbbing painfully from Jack's kick. Finally she could stand it no more. Kicking off her high heels, she undipped her sheer tan nylons and rolled them down. Then she slipped off her frilly panties and laid back on the bed so that she could open her legs wide and look into the open mouth of her cunt in the mirror.
Just then there was a cough from the door.
"Oh! Mrs. Armstrong! It's you!"
Letitia had let herself in very quietly, and had stood there in the shadows by the door watching the tall, big-titted young blonde nurse with increasing puzzlement.
"Why are you looking at yourself in the mirror?" she asked delicately, leaving the door open just a crack and coming over to the bed.
Mercy was very embarrassed, but she wasn't sure what to do. And Mrs. Armstrong did sound genuinely concerned.
Letty was concerned, but not in the way Mercy was thinking. Mainly she was marveling at the young nurse's outstanding beauty. For Mercy had undone her glossy yellow hair, and now it spilled out over the pillows and the bed behind her in a whirling golden mass of color.
Her huge tits were hard, tight mounds pressing upward against the thin material of the black bra. Her golden thighs, nicely tanned by a California sun, were long and willowy, standing up and spread so that Letitia could look directly into the nice little hair-fringed folds of Mercy's juicy-looking young cunt.
The girl was a natural blonde, too. As Letitia had suspected. She felt a sharp intake of breath as she inspected all this glorious beauty. Letitia was quite out of her depth. She had had lesbian experiences before, of course, but none with a creature of such breathtaking natural beauty. This was the sort of beauty that could enslave both men and women alike.
Hopefully things would be the other way around.
She came over to the bed and sat down, putting one hand on Mercy's delicate slim white ankle. Her housecoat opened up slightly, giving Mercy a teasing hint of enormous pendulous breasts with huge dark nipples.
Gulping, Mercy said, "Your husband kicked me, and I hurt. In here." She indicated her juicy pink cunt, in which Letitia could see flecks of dewy moisture.
"Oh, that's awful," Letitia told her, her heart pounding fiercely, and she sat down on the bed. "Well, I'll show you what my mother used to do for me when I hurt down there-you see, it never hurts to kiss the pain away."
And with that she knelt and, before the astonished young blonde could protest, blended the lightest of kisses on the shining pink folds of Mercy's glistening young cunt. . .
CHAPTER SIX
"Mrs. Armstrong!" Mercy gasped, her hand at her throat. She knew nothing about lesbianism, but she did know that it was wicked for Mrs. Armstrong's lips on the wet outskirts of her hot young cunt to feel so wonderful.
Letitia looked up from between the young blonde's deliriously smooth legs. "Yes, my dear?"
Mercy felt so ashamed. How could she explain to Mrs. Armstrong that her kiss on her vaginal lips was like an electric jolt to her seething young flesh? She was ashamed to feel this way. Mrs. Armstrong, after all, just wanted to help. She felt sincerely that "kissing it" would make it better. And maybe it would. But wasn't it wrong for Mercy to feel like swooning? Wasn't it wrong to enjoy such a thing?
"Oh . . . uh . . . nothing . . . that is . . . "
"Did the kiss make it feel a little better down there?" Letitia asked innocently, suddenly bringing up several fingers and smoothing them along ticklingly on Mercy's tingling hot cunt.
"Uh . . . well. . . yess, I suppose so . . . but it really isn't necessary . . . you know . . . "
"Just once more then," Letitia said quickly, and she inclined her dark head with its great mass of ebony black hair, and planted another of the lightest kisses on the open well of Mercy's gorgeous young honey-pot.
"Oooaaahhhooh . . . " Mercy sighed, her golden head rolling back, her eyes closing partly, her dark lashes flickering on her high and rosy cheeks. She could feel Letitia's long black hair wafting along her thighs. And the coolness of her kiss created a sensation in her belly that was totally unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her groin was a mass of worms moving in every direction, struggling partly to get out. Surely it was wrong for her to enjoy it so much! How scandalized Mrs. Armstrong would be if she knew what she was doing to her! This was awful! She dared not admit to it!
"That's better, isn't it?" she heard the voice say down inside the ruby red lips of her cunt. She could feel a warm mouth blowing up her cuntal channel. Dizziness overtook her like a tidal wave. She couldn't answer.
Then there were hands moving underneath the balls of her quivering buttocks. Kiss after heavenly kiss was placed up the dripping lips of her vagina. She was jolted by an electric shock when Letitia suddenly gripped her bobbing little clitoris and began nibbling and sucking on it. . . .
"Oh! Oh! OH! OH!" Sigh after gasp after sigh broke from the beautiful young girl's sex-starved lips. She felt as if her body was dissolving, losing all contact with time and space.
Sensing that she had pushed the helpless blonde love-slave beyond the point of no return, Letitia smiled an evil smile of satisfaction and suddenly sat up, shucking off her housecoat to "reveal her own magnificently voluptuous body . . . the huge heavy breasts swung out with their enormous dark nipples hard and eager to be sucked upon . . .
"What-what are you doing?" Mercy asked through lust-glazed eyes.
But Letitia only laughed. Taking the burning young blonde into her arms, she pressed the hot juicy lips of her love-captive with her own, forcing open that gasping mouth. Her tongue pushed past the outer defenses of lips, tongue and teeth. Their saliva mingled. Letitia licked the topside, sides, and bottom of the hot young blonde's mouth. As both enormous sets of breasts came together, squashing against each other like soft juicy melons, a moan of joy broke from Mercy's lips. Letitia's knee came up between her creamy white thighs, forcing them apart so that the older woman's thigh could rub up against the young girl's juicy blonde pussy. Mercy might have tried to escape this savage kiss, but it was easy for her to rationalize her enjoyment of it because Letitia had gripped her neck and head in such a way that it was impossible for the helpless blonde love-slave to escape.
For her part, Letitia was more than worked up. She had gone into this to protect Jack at first, but now she was really getting turned on by Mercy's gorgeous blonde beauty. In the past she had of course had lesbian experiences, but not with anyone as breathtaking as Mercy. The feel of the young woman's fine yellow hair over the backs of her hands, the kiss of their breasts meeting together, the caress of that smooth young flesh against hers, the sweet scent of young girlish youth, and most of all that open young mouth sucking with hers, it was all quite overpowering. She wanted to let herself go entirely, and easily forgot that Jack was hidden somewhere, watching them.
"Oh, baby . . . you're a beautiful thing . . . come to mama . . . "
"Let go of me!" Mercy tried to protest hypocritically, all the while enjoying herself tremendously as she tried to beat off Letitia's amorous onslaught. Woman's flesh on woman's flesh was more exciting to her than she was prepared to admit. "This is wrong . . . terribly wrong.. . "
But even this protest was broken off by another passionate kiss forced upon her by her dark-haired dominatrix.
And then something else began happening, something totally unexpected. . . .
Letitia began humping her cunt furiously against Mercy's boiling young blonde pussy. Their blood-engorged pussies, excited by love, banged together with furious onslaught. The dark, big-titted older woman was fucking the young blonde as if she were a man!
And even though there was no insertion, Mercy could feel her vagina come alive. The inner walls of her cunt began secreting female cum at a furious rate through the delicate osmotic membranes. A flood of juice gushed into her pussy, washing down through the fleecy blonde hairs around her cunt and onto the tops of her shivering white thighs.
Letitia was similarly more excited than she would ever have thought possible. This beautiful young blonde in her arms, with her long, bright yellow hair falling in bright curls all around the pillows of the bed . . . her virginal young mouth pressed on hers . . . the beautiful musky scent of sex mingled with heady odor of youth . . . Letitia felt herself going dizzy . . . her pelvis gyrating wildly . . . bumping fiercely at the young blonde cunt of her gorgeous big-titted lover . . . woman's nipples rubbing against her sensitive breast flesh.. . .
Mercy felt it, too. She was too far gone to protest now. Her golden head swam with lustful delirium. Ecstasy seemed to be pouring its obscene gush from the mouth of her swollen, swampy cunt. She felt a glow in her pussy that was something like a thousand-watt light bulb. If a man had inserted his hotly throbbing cock into her warmly wet cut, she wouldn't have protested for a second.
"Darling . . . darling . . . darling. . . ! " Letitia echoed, her dark head with its lush thick hair thrown back, her neck straining with every muscle and vein in it. Sweat gleamed in the pores of her voluptuous body, her huge tits swinging over Mercy's hard cannonballs. They wanted to be sucked, but the young blonde had no idea of this and wouldn't have cared if she had . . . she was off in her own little dream world. . . .
With the bumping of Letitia's blood-engorged clitoris against hers, it seemed as if Mercy's entire world had come to a stop in furious motion, pushing savagely against the rush of the on flowing universe . . . she wanted . . . she wanted . . .
Despite her best intentions, her hips were humping back up at her dark-haired dominatrix. Snakes seemed to be wreathing in every direction throughout her pelvis. There was a point of fire which began in her clitoris and echoed outward throughout the rest of her belly. . . .
And then she felt it coming. A sensation like a rocket ship far out in space that could not be seen but only sensed. Far, far out. . . speeding toward her. . . only on the radar now, but coming closer . . . now it could be seen. . . .
"Oh God!" she cried, alarmed, thrashing about and digging her glossy red fingernails into Letitia's back for support.
It burst on her like a nova of a minor sun, much brighter and more blinding than she had expected. . . much faster and by far more sudden . . . an orgasm of such violence that she felt it speeding up into her fingernails and her toes and her entire body . . . like nothing she had ever known before. . . .
"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! DADDY!"
Sweat poured from her forehead. Her entire being began and ended in the mighty explosion in her groin. She felt herself being thrown off into some other world, and altogether new dimension. Her body shivered and shuddered, and cups and cups of cum began flooding down from her vanquished blonde being, over the tops of her thighs, to mingle with the cum from Letitia's orgasm as the two of them crashed together. . . .
"OH! OH! OH! Oooooohhheeeeee. . . ! "
* * *
Mercy seemed to float in a daze for the longest while. She struggled to recover, but the severe pressure of her orgasmic exhaustion defeated her.
But gradually she came to.
She could feel a deeply liquid rubbing in the vicinity of her clitoris. Upon opening her eyes, she looked down and was amazed to find that Mrs. Armstrong had scissored her legs in Mercy's so that the lips of their two sopping wet cunts were rubbing directly together.
Not that it didn't feel gooooood, Mercy had to confess to herself, desperately ashamed and vowing to herself not to admit as much to Mrs. Armstrong.
Still, she could feel something additional well up inside of her as she gazed upon the older woman's massive pendant breasts. They were filled with throbbing blue veins that traced like Roman roads out of the older woman's huge brown nipples. Mercy couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like to suck on one of those nipples . . . and she blushed at the thought.
"How ya doin', honey?" Letitia said, rubbing her juicy hairy twat against that of her love-slave. When she closed the scissors of her legs, clamping severely on Mercy's golden clitoris, the young blonde moaned and Letitia laughed. One thigh clutched Mercy's deliciously rounded belly, the other gripped her right ass-cheek. Letitia reached forward and wormed her fingers into the sopping wet pink folds of Mercy's flooded young cunt.
"Oh-oh! You--! Oh!" Mercy tried to push Letitia's hand away, but it was no use. Mrs. Armstrong was too strong for her. The fingers worked into the dampish swampy outskirts of her cuntal folds, then deeper inside the floodgates of her swollen and wet vagina. Mercy gasped. The feeling was not unlike having her insides drenched in molasses. The warmest, sweetest feeling flooded her weakened being until she thought she was going to swoon.
"Like that, don't you? Come on, confess."
"I hate you!" Mercy swore through gritted teeth, holding tightly unto Letitia's sturdy wrist. She closed her eyes from pleasure. Mrs. Armstrong's twat against hers, combined with the older woman's nerve-racking fingers, was a pleasure almost too great to be borne by one so virginal.
But Letitia only laughed at her. "You'll come to love us after a while," she smiled. "Just see if you don't."
"Afe-ver," Mercy gritted back through pearly teeth and ripe pink lips just made for kissing.
Made for sucking, too, Letitia couldn't help but think. She could see why any man would like to have Mercy's pouty lower lip wrapped around his prick.
"Never is a long time," her tormentrix answered, increasing the pressure with her pussy and fingers.
"Oh . . . oh . . . " Mercy sighed, resting back and enjoying it, and somehow giving in made it easier to bear. "You must stop, Mrs. Armstrong. This is very . . . wrong.. . I have to go to the police . . . please . . . "
Letitia shook her head firmly. "That's one thing you'll never do, young lady . . . "
And with this she slid down, slipped her hands under Mercy's delicious young ass, and began eating the young blonde nurse. . . .
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh-oh-OH! NO! Please! Please don't do that! OH!"
What Mrs. Armstrong was doing to her was filthy, but somehow Mercy lacked the strength to resist her. In fact she couldn't help twisting her long fingers into the older woman's thick jet black hair as Letitia's tongue licked hungrily at the sloppy wet folds of her cunt.
To Letitia, the taste of Mercy's hot young pussy was almost too good to be true. She went all the way in with her nose and her mouth, lapping thirstily at all the juice dripping from the sides of Mercy's wet cuntal walls. She could feel the prim young virgin's blonde pubic hair wafting silkily against her cheeks, and then the sopping damp cunt was covering her face like a wet rubber mask, or one of those ether masks they gave to people undergoing surgery.
Letitia licked, sucked and nibbled hungrily, like a woman possessed. She had never had anything as clean and pure as Mercy. It was like violating the Pure Food and Drug Act to go down on her. And her scent was virtually nonexistent, with just the slightest trace of musk. She was just a baby where sex was concerned, even though she did have hair on her cunt.
"OH! OH! OH!" Mercy's legs, long and lean as they were, began to gyrate wildly, as if she were riding a bicycle. She couldn't seem to control herself. She clutched Letitia's long black hair and tried to draw the older woman's face deeper and deeper into her burning young cunt.
The helpless young blonde love-slave just couldn't believe the way she was feeling. It was as if a whole new world had opened up to her. Each new experience seemed more sensational than the last. Her last orgasm had been even more shattering than the first one she had made herself. And with this new one coming she could almost sense that her nerve endings were about to explode like a whole string of firecrackers.
There was no way to rationalize it; she was enjoying herself deliriously, but she couldn't seem to help it. Her body, her weak flesh, had taken possession of her will. Her breasts felt as if they were bursting, and craved to be sucked upon. Her nipples had hardened and flared up over an inch high.
Letitia was licking like a maniac, working her tongue and face first one way, then another. Occasionally she masturbated the helpless blonde with her nose, rubbing its bridge furiously against Mercy's bobbing and electrically sensitive clitoris.
"Oh my! Oh my! Jesus-oh!"
Mercy could feel her new orgasm rushing toward her with the force of an avalanche. Humping her cunt against Mrs. Armstrong's had been sensational, but this was a combination of agony and ecstasy that no woman could possibly stand more than a single second. God, she thought, so this is sex. It was incredible. No wonder people made so much of it. This was what she had been ignoring all these years.
No wonder Mrs. Armstrong's body had bucked so crazily when her husband had done this to her on the patio. The feeling was indescribable.
"Jesus! Oh my! MY! OH! OH! OH!"
It came. In a torrent, in a flood. Exploding stars seethed in her belly like the embers of a fire cast high into the night. With one final cry and wild thrashing of legs, her orgasm came rushing at her with unopposable force, burning up her nerve endings, making her belly and nicely rounded pelvis gyrate ecstatically. She would never be able to remember the fierce cries and moans that were ripped by it from her helpless lips. Something to do with God.
God, she thought, this is wonderful. It's almost like dying. It burns you out. If this is sex, it's the most wonderful thing in the world. . . .
"OH! OH! OH! EEEEEEYYYIIIEEEEEE!"
The force of her orgasm overwhelmed. She felt as if her whole insides were spilling out into Letitia's rapidly licking, sucking and swallowing face. Where did it come from . . . all that splashy stuff? If Mrs. Armstrong were a cat, she would have been dripping from her whiskers.
As it was, the older woman's mouth and cheeks were covered with a shining, sticky liquid. As she whimpered and shook throughout her shattering orgasm, Mercy could scarcely believe that so much liquid of completion had come from her very own body.
Letitia waited until Mercy had completely finished shivering and was sighing contentedly before she moved her face away. She licked all the sticky cum from the top part of Mercy's exhausted legs and wiped her cheeks on the bedsheet. Then, looking around, she caught a glimpse of Jack entering the room and concealing himself in a shadowy corner.
She shook her head to indicate that she needed more time.
Then she lifted herself up and gazed down at the softly breathing blonde beauty of her young charge.
Mercy was truly glorious in the aftermath of lovemaking. She lay there with her legs mindlessly open and widely spread apart, the glistening folds of her exposed young pussy still wet with her cum.
Surrounding that glistening cunt were the sparse yellow hairs dripping with the shiny drops from her cunt. Above that, the beautifully rounded belly and flaring hips made for child-bearing.
Letitia's hungry eyes followed that into the tiniest waist she had ever seen, so small a man could almost fit his hands around it. That waist flared upward into a rapidly breathing rib cage set below enormous, torpedo-hard breasts that jutted upward, high and uptilted, curving up like a ski slope into huge, rocklike nipples, rosy and bulbous, surrounded by a melonous secondary mound covered with tiny pimples.
"God," Letitia breathed, "you beauty you. And you're mine, all mine!"
Her hands rummaged around her proud possession, anxious to search every nook and cranny of it. Letitia's eyes flew to the angelic oval face, breathing softly through tiny nostrils and pink lips. The long blonde hair formed a halo around Mercy's beautiful head and upper body, so long that the longest ends of it rested underneath her delicious curved buttocks like a cushion or a lion's mane. In that beautiful young face, soft and undefined, long dark lashes rested on cheeks rosy from orgasmic exertion, flickering slightly from time to time as if in the merest zephyr.
But was the girl ready for Jack? Was she still a threat to them?
They had to be certain beyond a reasonable doubt. Their entire lives were at stake here.
Instinctively Letitia's mouth fell upon Mercy's huge upstanding tits, which she had so neglected in her fierce rush. With this the blonde love-slave opened her eyes and began to protest, but only weakly.
Mercy's eyes closed again as Letitia's mouth sucked hungrily first on one tit, then on the other, sucking in as much of the surrounding breastflesh as possible. She was like a baby suckling, except that she also squeezed and held Mercy's breast firmly in her hand, making the young nurse occasionally squeal with a pain mixed with pleasure.
As Letitia continued to suck, Mercy's complaint gradually eased, and her long fingers began gently stroking the older woman's long dark hair.
It was the first time in her life that anyone had ever sucked on her breasts, and she couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. She closed her eyes in a delirium of lust and pleasure, a genuine affection for her dominatrix gradually expanding within.
Letitia continued to squeeze and pull on the elegant young breasts, sucking each one in turn, then back again, leaving red suck-and-bite marks where she had been. Her tongue lashed the rosy nippled tips into a frenzy of desire, and wiping her fingers into the sopping folds of Mercy's juicy young cunt, she could see that the voluptuous blonde nurse was ready again.
What a Venus, Letitia thought. This girl was made for nothing but love. It's the one thing she was made for her entire life. And she hasn't known it until now. Me and Jack are busting her fucking cherry.
Finally Letitia gripped both breasts tightly in her hands and began whipping her tongue back and forth from one nipple to the other as she squeezed them.
In the background, out of the corner of her eye, Jack's shadow began to move. . . .
Letitia knifed the. side of her hand up into Mercy's dripping young cunt as the young girl groaned mindlessly. Then she slid down once more, pushed Mercy's resting long legs effortlessly apart, and moved her head forward to lick the young blonde once again between her cuntal lips . . .
"Oooooohhh . . . " Mercy sighed. "That's nice. Oooooohhhhhh, that's so nice . . . " She tried to guide Letitia's head as she licked and sucked on the bobbing little pleasure button. "Don't stop . . . don't ever stop . . . "
Mercy's eyes were shut, so that she didn't actually see Letitia leave.
All she knew was that there was suddenly a cooling breeze blowing on the mouth of her sticky cunt. She reached for Letitia's head, but it wasn't there.
There were footsteps on the carpet, an exchange of .lispers, and then suddenly a hairy body . .ig atop hers. . . . "What! Mr. Armstrong!"
Jack had filled the gap between her open legs before Mercy had opened her eyes to find out what was going on. Now he was there, very hairy all over, and . . .
"Mr. Armstrong! Stop! You can't do this! This is WRONG!" Her pretty face grimacing, she pushed at his broad shoulders, struggling to get him off of her, terror beating in her chest like a drum.
"Come on, baby, just relax. You wanted to fuck us, now we're fucking you instead. That's fair enough."
The point of his penis was pushed through the portals of her open wet cunt before she could stop him, and before she knew what was happening it had bumped like a hammer into her tough little hymen.
"Mr. Armstrong! You're hurting me!" she screamed, struggling.
"Well, you're hurting me, too. Can't you just lie back and enjoy it? Christ, you're a real little wildcat, aren't you?"
He gripped her wrists and pushed her arms back over her golden head. "Anyway, Mr. Armstrong is too formal. You can call me Jack, considering how well we know each other. All my friends do."
Her eyes blazed. "I'll call a policeman, that's what I call, if you don't let me go this instant!"
"I was afraid you'd say that. Okay, grab her arms, honey."
Mercy was suddenly surprised to have her arms jerked up and over, in back of her head. She could not see what it was Letitia was using to bind up her wrists to the bedposts, but she could certainly feel it.
Despite her best attempts, there was no way for the blonde young slave to get her wrists released, and in another moment they were bound too securely for her to even attempt it.
"That'll show you who's boss," Letitia sneered, her huge pendant tits waggling. She smacked the young woman on the side of the head and Mercy winced.
Jack was still struggling to break through Mercy's tough little hymen, and it was no easy task. A line of sweat broke out across his forehead and upper lip. His whole face was screwed up with effort. "Christ, don't hit her," he cursed. "It's hard enough as it is. I'm trying to get this goddamn thing in."
Mercy closed her eyes and began to pray. She could not deny that the knobby head of Mr. Armstrong's cock, rubbing against her heavily sensitive cuntal walls, made her feel.. . well, if felt very good.. . .
She knew it was dirty to feel this way, but she couldn't deny the very clear signals her nerve endings were sending up her spinal column. It was good, it was good, it was good . . .Oh my God, it's wonderful, just wonderful. . .
Jack hadn't screwed such a tight little cunt since he was twelve years old. The fact that Mercy was tied up and helpless made it all the more exciting somehow. His hands ran like snakes under the beautifully smooth balls of her ass.
He was screwing her gently now, more gently than before, her pleas for mercy falling on totally deaf ears.
"Oh please, Mr. Armstrong," she wept, her huge breasts wobbling in their fleshy white sacks. "Please don't do this. Please . . . I promise I won't go to the police . . . "
But it wouldn't have mattered what she said at this point. By now Jack had to have her at all costs. He had been watching her for days, getting increasingly excited, and now she was in his power.
The odds for his taking his knobby cock out of her soft wet cuntal outskirts were virtually nonexistent.
He gazed down at her huge bullet breasts and smiled, well-pleased. Clutching both of her tits in his two hands, he squeezed and twisted them as hard as he could, bringing forth weeping mewls from the helpless blonde, whose pretty face was by now streaked with tears.
Her plea for mercy made him feel as if she had bitten the head of his cock. She was a snug little bitch! God how he wanted with excruciating agony to plunge in to the hilt of his power. . . .
"Love fucking you," he said, twisting her tits every which way in his hands, then bending his head to lick and suck at them.
The tormented girl began to sigh long, eternal sighs of release. She didn't really want him to do this to her, but then on the other hand she knew that if he had tried to withdraw she would have protested violently.
"Is she a good fuck, honey?" came Letitia's voice somewhere in the background.
"Mmmmm-she's the best-uh, next to you, honey. Christ, don't distract me. Can't you see I'm trying to fuck the shit out of this little cunt?"
Their ugly words stung Mercy, and she prayed for guidance. Still, as her pussy moistened still further from Jack's cock gently screwing, a feeling of wonder overtook her, and it was probably true that at that point, if her arms had been untied, she probably would have wrapped them around Jack's back in ecstasy.
She was still snug, thought Jack, but not so snug as before. Her cuntal walls seemed to be falling away on all sides now as he wormed deeper into her. It was agony not to be able to go all the way, but in the long run the gentle way would be best for them. So he screwed her easily, a little bit in, a little bit out, deeper each time-until he bumped her hymen again!
"Ow!"
Only now her little cherry did not seem quite so firm. He lay on top of her, sighing with passion and exertion, squashing her enormous breasts under his chest. Then, though she tried to turn her face away, he caught her mouth with his and plunged his tongue full length down her throat.
His hands came up between them, his cock still not moving any further. He felt his fingers into the drip of her pussy, then brought them down the crack of her bottom to try to insert one juicy finger into her anus, but met total blockage.
So that's how it's going to be, huh? Okay, that does it. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
With one determined lunge, and pulling on her asscheeks with his hands, he broke through the sorely pressed membrane and went up, up, up into her beautifully rounded white belly with his burgeoning eight inch cock!
"Oh!" Mercy gasped, a throttled cry of pain mixed with pleasure breaking from her swan-like throat. "Oh!" She struggled to get free, not knowing just what to do with herself. It was like being impaled on a stake, burning but good all at the same time.
This was it, Jack thought deliriously. At last he had gotten his savage purple cock all the way into her. He could feel the walls of her vagina implanting a million tiny kisses on it as he let it soak, throbbing, in her caressing wetness.
His heart fluttered in his outsized chest. At last. At last. All the way. Inside her. Whatever else happened in his life, this moment he would always remember.
"Ahh," he sighed, stroking her back lovingly. He had put his arms around her again, and now he buried his nose in her long blonde hair, which was deliciously fragrant. Her huge melons pressed against his chest, and in back of him he could feel Letitia picking up the blonde nurse's legs and wrapping them around his waist.
Mercy didn't need any urging for that. The pain of his entry was subsiding, and with it a tidal wave of pleasure was baking the walls of her cunt and making her osmote fluid into it deliriously.
Snorting through his hairy nostrils, Jack began gently fucking her, pulling his cock out with her vaginal walls clinging to it joyously on the upsurge, then dropping back ecstatically as he pushed his rod back home.
"How does that feel?" he whistled in her ear. "Good, huh?"
Mercy nodded instinctively. She began to feel as if she were going blind. Her whole life seemed to begin and end in the center of their cock-cunt connection down below. The sensation was so severe she would have died if he stopped or paused for a single instant.
"Don't you think every girl in the world would like to know how good this feels?" he whispered in her shell-like little ear.
". . . how good this feels . . . " she echoed back, hypnotized. The feeling in her groin was growing by leaps and bounds. It was a bright sun full of sensation.
"But they don't know, do they? They don't know how good this feels . . . "
"They don't . . . know . . . can't know . . . how good . . . this feels . . . " Her eyes became glazed over with passion. The wonderful feeling in her cunt grew and grew. Where would it ever end?"
"Untie her!" Jack barked at Letitia suddenly, his hands rummaging the fleshy rondures of Mercy's ass.
"But Jack-"
"Goddamn it, untie her! I know what I'm doing!"
Seeing the glazed look come into Mercy's eyes, he had a hunch that she had been broken. And this was as good a time to test it as possible, while he was skewering her to the limit. There weren't many girls who didn't fall in love with him once he had his massive boom inside them, he thought with some pride.
Shrugging, Letty untied the nylon stockings she had used to tie Mercy's slender wrists to the bedposts behind her head.
And Jack was right! The minute Mercy had her wrists free, her arms wrapped around him ecstatically and she began humping back at his rapidly fucking cock quite furiously.
"See that, mama? I was right!"
Letitia laughed evilly. The little philly was really going to town. Not that many women could resist Jack once he had that big thunderrod inside of them.
"God, what a fuck! Lookit her."
"OH! OH! OH!"
Jack began screwing her like crazy, first one way and then the other. She was really losing her head, and this excited him all the more. He rammed her and bammed her, punching her womb with the heavy knob head of his prick until she cried out.
Mercy's whimpers, whines, cries, pleadings, moans and groans increased spasmodically, then escalated wildly. She began bucking like a horse until he could no longer contain her.
"Come on, baby. Come with daddy together."
And then he felt it. The murderous boiling in his balls. Sperm boiling in its primitive cauldron, anxious to break out.. .
"I'm coming! Oh Jesus, I'm coming!" he squalled.
Mercy didn't need any warning, for she was coming, too. It built up like the hammer head of a giant rain cloud, then burst into her cunt with all the force of lightning striking a tree in a heavy storm.
"OH! OH! OH! DON'T STOP!" she screamed.
She didn't have to worry. The sperm came boiling up out of Jack's nuts, lurching drunkenly across the bridge of his dick, and then, his neck muscles straining with everything in them, his hips began shuddering through one of the most wonderful orgasms he'd ever had in his life . . .
Spitting sperm deeply into Mercy's hungry womb, as the young blonde nurse began shivering with her own coming, sighing, wheezing and whistling with ecstasy.
Their juices mixed together as Jack spat his cum deep into her sloppy wet twat, shuddering seven times before he finished. Mercy felt delightfully the cum spitting inside of her, and bathed his cock and pubic hair in her own burning hot love-juice until gleaming clear stickum was dripping off the hairs in both their crotches.
Envious of the gleaming cock-cunt connection between them, Letitia inserted her dark head between them to lick the juice off Jack's rapidly sliding and deflating cock . . . licking both his cock and her cunt, and all the juice dripping of the hairs under their bellies. . . .
* * *
Mercy couldn't remember when in her life she had ever felt so fantastic. As her legs fell limply down over Jack's gradually depumping ass, there was a lassitude and happiness in them that was not of this world.
If this was what sex was, then it was the greatest thing in the world!
She couldn't believe the incredible feelings that had been generated and churned out of her shivering being. Sex was like being a china vase and being cracked open with a hammer into a million little pieces.
Sex was tingling implosion that turned all of one's nervous system into a tracery of flame.
Sex was-sex was a beast that devoured you, if you were a helpless young girl like herself.
And she was ashamed, too. Ashamed of the wonderful feelings she had felt. Ashamed of her wanton harlot's response to Jack's rampant fornication.
As for Jack, he was pretty well pleased with himself. As he withdrew his lessening member from her hotly clutching little cunt, he was pleased to death with himself that he had finally succeeded in giving it to her. He had wanted to fuck Mercy for the longest time, had watched her and longed for her; her beautiful long legs, nicely tanned, her tiny waist, her huge uptilting breasts, her pert clean face and long blonde hair.
He had been not a little surprised to find that she was a natural blonde.
That had made it all the better, of course.
He left his cock resting warmly soft in the dissipated young nurse as he ran his hands over her breasts and sucked on her nipples. Occasionally he dipped his fingers into the warm pool of juice centered between the young blonde's widely open legs, sucking the juice off his fingers.
"How do you feel now, little Miss Prim-and-Proper?" he asked the dazed and dozing Mercy.
Mercy only shook her head.
Letitia answered for her, "I'll tell you how she feels. She feels great, Jack. It takes a woman to know that. After being fucked by that big thing of yours, there's no woman in the world anywhere who wouldn't feel great. Right, honey?"
But Mercy was still silent, off in some weakly resting dream world of her own.
Letitia shrugged and began sucking on one of the helpless girl's tits. Jack also grabbed one and started sucking on it. It seemed like a contest to see which one would draw milk first.
Then they both put their fingers into Mercy's dampish pussy, making their young blonde love-slave squirm. This also caused Mercy to open her eyes.
And when she did, a flood of revulsion hit her like a tidal wave.
"I-I hate you both . . . " she croaked.
Letitia and Jack looked at each other. Jack was the first to speak. "I'll be a sonofabitch," he said. "This cunt isn't anywhere near softened up enough."
"Maybe she needs a good spanking, Jack," Letitia suggested with a conspiratorial smile.
"Maybe that's exactly what she needs-and maybe I'm exactly the man to give it to her!"
Without saying anything further, Jack abruptly sat up and began pulling the voluptuous blonde slave across his knees.
"Wait-oh, please, don't spank me! I didn't mean it!"
Mercy tried to struggle, but it was no use. With Letitia helping him, the two of them were too strong for her. Abruptly she found herself draped across his bare thighs, her huge tits hanging down.
Jack pushed her long blonde hair away from her ass and examined her buttocks cheeks with some interest. They were white now, but soon they were going to be pink. . . .
"Ow!" Mercy wailed as his hand came down.
"Ow!" Again.
Jack stared gloatingly at her pinkened ass cheeks. With Letitia holding the girl's long blonde hair in a twisted grip, there was no way for her to escape. Tears began to stream from her helpless eyes once more.
"Say it, you bitch. Tell us you love to fuck!"
"No!"
WHACK! "OW."
"Say it, goddamn it!"
"I'll never use that filthy word! You can't make me say it! No! OW!" WHACK!
Jack was getting a hard-on all over again watching Mercy's ass turn red from his beating. His breath came fast and faster as he slapped those glowing globes.
As for Mercy, she was alarmed to discover that the spanking was sparking a fresh wellspring of desire in her cuntal region. She didn't like it, but there was not much she could do about it. Revulsion turned to disgust turned to desire as Jack's bare palm came down again and again.
Her mewling and whimpering pleas became weaker and weaker. She seemed to remember that her father had spanked her like this when she was just a little girl.
SLAP! "OOooh!"
"Say fuck! Just say that one word, you bitch! And I'll stop."
"Never! Ow!"
SMACK!
Her ass had turned genuinely red now, and this scared Jack a little. But on the other hand, he was becoming terrifically turned on. His cock had grown up again and now was punching right up into the little kiss-nook of her navel.
Imagine, he thought idly. I wonder what it would be like to fuck her in the navel.
But he did not pursue this thought any further. Instead his thoughts were interrupted by an entirely new consideration-Mercy actually seemed to be about to come again!
"OOoooohhh . . . oohhhhhh . . . ooooooh," she moaned, fairly writhing under the harsliness of his hand. Now her plea had changed to . . . "Don't stop . . . oh my . . . oh my . . . "
Amazed, Jack continued to spank her. Her hairy cunt began rubbing eagerly against his muscular thigh.
"Oh . . . oh! Oh . . . OH!" Mercy felt a blinding flash of light engage her senses, and then, suddenly, there was a series of miniature explosions, each one expertly timed with the downfall of his slapping palm.
And then the both of them were surprised when a great rush of liquid washed down from her cunt over his hairy thigh. Amazed, Jack continued to spank her until her body stopped shuddering and her moans began to expire into yet another exhausted wheeze.
"Christ," he said to Letitia. "This cunt was made for love. She comes like a fucking house afire. All you've got to do is look at her and she comes all over you . . . Where has she been all our lives?"
"Exactly what I've been thinking," said Letitia.
Jack grabbed her blonde hair and tried to turn Mercy's head around, but suddenly she began sobbing uncontrollably. "What does this mean?" he asked Letitia.
"She's upset. She's still an uptight little puritan bitch, Jack. I'd bet you we've got a long way to go to break her." Letitia lit a cigarette and blew smoke rings.
"Christ," Jack grimaced. "How many fucking times does she have to come? She's already come once being humped, once being eaten, once being fucked, and once being spanked. This isn't all we've got to do all day."
"Isn't it?" Letitia blew a smoke ring. She had changed into frilly black panties, garters, nylon stockings, high black heels, black bra, and a white slip-fairly sheer-over everything. He fancied her like that, too.
"I get your point. But what do we do next?"
"Maybe she needs a little cunt juice in her mouth, Jack."
"Or maybe she needs some cock sputum splatting down her throat," he said eagerly, grinning and running his fingers through his brownish curls.
"Anyway, let's get her back on the bed and take it from there, okay?"
"Good idea."
Between the two of them they managed to get Mercy turned around on the bed and finally flat on her back. They gazed down at her blonde beauty with some appreciation. They had never seen such magnificent yellow hair, so long it could touch her thighs.
"She's some fucking looker, all right," Jack muttered, shaking his handsome head.
"I didn't think you'd noticed," Letty snickered, undressing all over again. Jack watched appreciatively as she kicked off her heels, unclipped her garters and rolled down her sheer tan stockings. The white slip came up and over her head, revealing the huge boobs bobbling around in her tight-fitting bra and the archaic black panties.
"You're some looker yourself," Jack whistled appreciatively.
"You're just a sucker for big tits, Jack."
"Suck on 'em all day," he admitted. Letitia had the most beautiful body he'd ever seen. Rich, full hips, tiny waist, long legs, and enormous tits slightly pendant with huge dark aureoles. She had a beautiful face, too, and long long black hair that had never been cut. She was probably the sexiest thing on two feet. He never really tired of feeling her up. She was one of those women who would be sexy all their lives.
"What are you going to do, Letty?" he asked with a nod at the sleeping girl.
"You'll see, Jack. You'll see."
She was sitting on the bed now, rolling down her panties to reveal the thick black bush between her legs. Jack could barely make out the gleaming lips of her pussy, buried in the curly fur jungle. Drops of liquid clung to individual hairs.
"If you're going to try what I think you're going to try, sweetheart, I'll bet you she doesn't go for it," said Jack.
"I've never seen a bitch yet that didn't like the taste of my drippy cunt, Jack."
"This one's different. You'll never get her to do it. That's a promise."
"Bet you a good hard ass-fuck, Jack."
He laughed. "That's a bet I can't lose. But okay, remember it's up the old dirt road with my big cock if you don't make it." He put his strong hand around his heavily veined dick, which was showing drops of shining spunk at its tip and had already hardened again.
"You're on, Jack."
* * *
And with that Letitia swept her left leg up and over the dozing blonde love-slave, positioning the creamy mouth of her open cunt directly above the girl's soft pink lips. Then she squashed the juicy folds right down over Mercy's mouth. . . .
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh, Jack!" Letitia squealed with Mercy's lips pressed deeply into her juicy hot pussy.
For Mercy it was as if an alarm clock had rung. She had been asleep in a golden dream of mind-shattering orgasms as her magnificent body recovered itself. But now, with the scent of Letitia's cunt pressed juicily on her nose, and the older woman's crisp cuntal hairs brilloing her cheeks, she came to with a suddenness that surprised even herself.
"OH! GET OFF ME!" Struggling with all her might, and ducking her gorgeous blonde head, the young nurse managed to shuck Letitia off of her cum-splatted face and onto the floor.
"Ow! Jack, grab her! Look what she's done to me!"
Jack didn't need any encouragement. He was pretty pissed off at Mercy's Miss-High-and-Mighty behavior, and was determined to break her will or die in the attempt.
"I've got her!" he yelled, grabbing her long blonde hair and twisting her face around so that he could give her a resounding smack with his free hand.
Mercy yelped furiously, trying to duck his slaps, but they came down one after another until her body and face were a mass of red palm marks. It was only a matter of moments before she had wrapped herself into a mindless, helpless, whimpering ball, cringing in fear every time Jack raised his hand.
"Christ, she's a cunt," Jack remarked, pausing for a moment with his 'hand upraised. "You all right?"
"You can say that again," answered Letitia to his first comment, rubbing her smarting ass where it had crashed to the floor.
"For being such a bitch I think we ought to give her a special treat," said Jack.
Letitia's eyes were puzzled. "What did you have in mind, Jack?"
"I've seen grandpa with a hard-on. Screwing Miss High-and-Mighty here might be just what he needs. He asked me to put him out of his misery. What better way to go?
Letitia's pretty face screwed up. "I don't know if we should, Jack. It seems like tampering with fate."
"Come on. Grandpa would be thrilled to death. I've seen the way his eyes follow this little cunt. We'd be doing him a favor' he'd never forget."
"Okay," she said doubtfully. "But do you think you can get her to climb on top?"
Jack twisted Mercy's hair until the helpless blonde love-slave yelped with pain. "She'll do as I tell her or get the worst beating she's ever had," he said. "I'm getting sick and tired of her pushing us around-won't do this, won't do that. Fuck her! She'll do as we tell her to or else."
Letitia shook her long black hair out. "Okay, whatever you say."
"Let's go."
The two of them grabbed Mercy by her armpits and dragged her across the floor like a rag doll, occasionally clutching one of her big tits and twisting it. The tall blonde nurse tried to protest, but her mutterings of resistance were weakened by the very real fear of Jack beating on her again.
"Hey, wait a minute, Jack. If we're going to do this, let's give grandpa a treat all the way."
"Whaddaya mean?"
"Let's dress her up in some nice under things. That'll drive grandpa wild."
"Good idea."
So saying, they put together a combination of under things for their young blonde slave-frilly panties, garters, nylon hose, and high heeled black leather pumps. And Letitia found a black bra with holes in the center of the knobs of her tits to show through.
"Scrumptious," Jack admitted, eyeing their young blonde captive hungrily.
"Keep your mind on your work, Jack. Let's go."
Mercy was helpless to resist them. The bone-shattering orgasms she had endured over the last several hours, as unused to them as she was, had simply disintegrated all will to resist in her. She wanted to think about them, remember them, consider them, examine them from all angles.
Her body had never been used to pleasure. She was as much drugged with sex by now as an average person might get on his first taste of heroin or peyote or LSD.
So that it was easy for them to drag her down the stairs to grandpa's room down below. Despite weak little mewlings indicating token resistance, the weakened girl was basically too broken by sex and Jack's nasty slappings to do much more.
Downstairs grandpa was still in the position they had left him in-naturally. He lay there in his gloomy mausoleum of a room, eyes shifting nervously as they came in, his prostrate and paralyzed body covered over with a thin white sheet.
But even as they entered, there was a part of the sheet which seemed to rise, mountain-peaked, in expectation. . . .
"Hello, grandpa. We've brought you a little present," Jack said. Holding her throat with his left hand, he gave Mercy a hard smack on her buttocks with his right and pushed her forward.
Grandpa's bloodshot old eyes fairly bulged as he viewed this blonde human sacrifice they were presenting him with. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, but it was probably somewhere in the region of what he would do with her if only his hands could move.. .
Jack used their special form of communication to ascertain from grandpa's eyes what he wanted. "You want to fuck her, grandpa? Is that right?"
"I didn't know you could talk to him, Jack," Letitia said, rubbing her fingers into her hairy snatch.
"Sure. I worked out a language between us using grandpa's eyes. Look, there he goes."
Letitia watched in amazement, but she didn't need grandpa's eyes to tell her what he was thinking. It was obvious he had an enormous hard-on underneath the sheet.
"Yeah, he wants her, all right," Jack said. "Go on, cunt!" He propelled Mercy forward. The tall, big-titted blonde allowed herself to be pushed forward in a daze. She had no wish to mount grandpa, but as Jack had already screwed her, it would not be anything new in any case. She had already been debauched that way once. To a puritan, once is all it takes to fall from grace. All additional experiences of the same variety have no additional debasement value. As well shot for a sheep as a lamb.
Letitia whipped the sheet off the aged paralytic, feeling a sharp intake of breath as she did so. She'd never realized what a magnificent cock her grandfather had. It quite took ger breath away. It was every bit as powerful and dangerous-looking as that of a young man, thick and heavy with blue veins, pulsating with bloody muscle, surrounded by crisp, light brown hair at its base, the wrinkled old sacks dangling below.
"Gosh, grandpa, I didn't know you had equipment like that," she breathed with unconcealed admiration.
"Don't get so horny," said Jack, who had undressed Mercy, "Blondie here gets first crack at him. Go on, you blonde cunt you." He smacked Mercy on her backside and he and Letitia forced her to climb on top of the aged senilitic.
Mindlessly, the helpless girl obeyed. Her long blonde hair swung in an arc in back of her, finally washing against her fulsome buttocks and upper thighs. Her right leg came up over the old man. . . .
Grandpa's eyes bulged. His body was so wrinkled and cold; it looked as if his penis was the last warm thing about him. His eyes took in the miraculous sight hovering above him . . . the tall blonde girl with her huge breasts in their quivering fleshy sacks, enormous nipples protruding, hanging down at him, narrow waist, full hips, long legs so smooth and creamy . . . and best of all, that juicy looking young cunt surrounded by fleecy golden hairs with drops of juice on them, and some of the juice from her pussy already dripping onto his wizened old thighs. . . .
Gripping her tightly, her two dominators carefully positioned Mercy's helpless body above grandpa's throbbing tool. Then Letitia grabbed it-getting a small thrill from that-and aimed it right at the hairy dripping aperture above. They both gripped Mercy's ass and forced the dazed young blonde to descend. . . .
The helpless young nurse let out a small cry as grandpa's heavenly rod pierced her juicy blonde outskirts. She could feel its knob bumping against her sensitive clitoris, and then there was the force of gravity as she descended along his heavy stem all the way to the bottom with a savage bump. . . .
"Oooohh . . . oh.. . oh.. . oh-oh-oh-ohhaaawwoohhhhhh," she sighed as she wiggled on grandfather Winslow's outraged masculinity.
"Oooooooooh . . . fill me upppppp . . . oooooohhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhh . . . " Mercy's blonde head was thrown back so that her cascade of blonde hair fell across grandpa's knobby knees. He did indeed fill her up, and now that her cunt had been energized by so much earlier activity, she couldn't help but ride him up and down, up and down. . . .
Of course she told herself that she was doing this because she was forced to, but there was something else inside of her, a little voice somewhere, which was avoiding this rationalization and was saying I like it, I like it, I like it. . .
Indeed, very far now from being under their control, as they had actually let go of her, if the Armstrongs? had attempted to take her off of the old man, she would have fought like a wildcat.
His cock inside of her felt so gooooood. She couldn't believe that in such a short time her interests in life had changed so rapidly. Although she hadn't let on to the Armstrongs-and she was resolved not to, after all the terrible things they had done to her-she had to confess to herself that at this moment she wanted nothing more nor less than to be fucked to death by Grandfather Winslow's outraged purple penis.
Sliding up and down on it was a thrill all its own. She had been fucked by Mrs. Armstrong, sure, but somehow being on top.. . it was indescribable . . . the man's penis got all the way into her, there was no grunting and groaning as bodies tussled for position . . . when the woman was on top all she had to do was ride . . . it was a little like riding a horse. She tried to remember the stallion she had ridden as a teenager . . . many a time she had felt weak and silly when the animal bumped her cunt around too much . . . she didn't think she had ever come across its broad back . . . but she had seen stars from time to time . . . and anyway at that age how was a girl to know when she was having an orgasm or not.
For grandpa, the whole thing was in the realm of sheerest fantasy. Now well into his nineties, he had lived a full and active life until his stroke. He had shot pool every day during his eighties, and was a good player. Back when he was sixty-eight, he had been convicted of rape of a seventy-year-old woman, but the judge had merely suspended sentence with a laugh and warned him to watch his health.
But in his wildest dreams he had never expected to find this beautiful young girl riding him, her hot young cunt, wet and succulent, delivering warm wet kisses all along the length of his dick. Christ, she had to be seventy years his junior! Seventy years!
And she was gorgeous. Even if his life had been at stake, and in a way he wished it was, he would have wanted her. What more glorious way to die than to burn one's self out like a candle flame with this beautiful young girl, all peaches-and-cream, big tits and long blonde hair, riding him hell-for-leather?
"Oooh-oh-oh!" Mercy's head was thrown back in an agony of sexual torment, his cock slicing up into her box with great rapidity depending on the speed of her ride. She pressed on grandfather's skinny chest with her elegant long-nailed hands. In a mirror in back of him, originally put there to monitor the old man's breathing, she could see herself and him, his cock disappearing into her cunt, her cunt clinging lovingly to his penis as she lifted herself up humpingly from the gleaming tool, wet with her love-juice.
Her long yellow hair flew all over the place, her big titties gyrated, her rosy nipples hard and tall, her face showed the strain of her passion, usually beautiful but now contorted with an earnest desire for completion.
This was certainly worth dying for, grandpa considered. He resolved that if he came out of this incredible fucking alive he would look after Nurse Mercy for the rest of his life as if she were his very own daughter. . . while fucking her every day, of course.
He owed something to Letitia and Jack, too, of course. Christ, if only he had been free to grunt, groan and stick it up into her like he wanted to!
Not that she wasn't doing a good job of it!
"Oh, Mr. Winslow . . . oh . . . oh . . . God . . . your penis.. . I . . . I love it. . . it's wonderful . . . OH! AEH!" And with that Mercy's beautiful blonde head lurched forward, her hips humping even faster. She could feel her orgasm boiling in her grinding pelvis . . . it was . . . beautiful. . . that was the only way to describe it . . . an experience so beautiful. . . .
"GRANDPA!" she cried like a wanton heathen. "GRANDPA!" She fell across his skinny body, her hands around his neck, her tits mashed flat against his bony ribs, her beautiful round ass humping like crazy . . . and then it was THERE! THERE!
"OH! OH! OH!"
All the juicy cum from her insides washed down through her eagerly hugging cunt, spilling over the old man's thighs and splashing onto the sheet around him. A series of explosions burst in her cunt like a string of atomic firecrackers, and then she found to her consummate joy that grandpa was coming too, shooting his spunk up inside her!
"OH! OH! OH!" It was wonderful to feel his hot milky cum splatting against her cervix and dripping back down. There was more juice between them than she would have dreamed possible. And before she drifted off into a gratified, exhausted doze, it occurred to her that the compliment of a man's cum shooting up into a woman's cunt was probably the greatest compliment in all the world. . . .
For grandpa the feel of that gorgeous young woman touching him at all points was almost too incredible to be borne. He shot his load up into her dampish, hot young cunt and waited for death or God to strike him down. When neither happened he resolved to just enjoy the first fucking orgasm he'd had in many years, his paralytic body shuddering from head to toe.
And finally the old man rested with a contented smile in his eyes. Even though she was crushing him, he had no wish in the world to see this hot young blonde removed. What a way to die, he thought. He would have to commit suicide like this more often-if everybody let him.
CHAPTER NINE
"Do you believe what we've just seen?" Jack asked, looking at Letitia.
"Only because I've seen it myself," she answered. "I wouldn't have believed it if someone had told me about it."
"Christ. This girl is a Little Miss Hotpants if I ever saw one. She totally lost her head on grandpa's dick. She didn't need any encouragement from us at all."
"That's the way it looked to me," agreed Letitia, remarking to herself meanwhile that grandpa obviously had something, or Nurse Mercy wouldn't have come so fast or so ecstatically.
"I wonder how she'd like to be whipped," Jack said thoughtfully, looking at the back of the exhausted blonde nurse.
"Why don't you ask me," said Letitia. "I know how she'd like it," she giggled, remembering. She hadn't been whipped in over a month, dammit!
"Come on, be serious. I'm just suggesting it because I think things are going our way and we ought to press the point home. I still have the feeling that she's not quite broken enough. We have to use every means at our disposal."
"Yesss, darling," she agreed, coming up and kissing him open-mouthed, her hands run all over his muscular body while her huge tits mashed against him and flowed out the sides of his chest.
"Okay, that's settled," Jack said awkwardly. When Letitia worked on him like this, he always wanted to fuck her. But they still had to work on Mercy, and there was only so much time in a day. "Anyway," he said lamely, maybe we should ask her how she feels about us at this point."
"Of course, dear. After all, we want her intentions to be honorable."
Jack scowled at her sarcasm and slapped Mercy on the buttocks. "Hey, wake up!"
The helpless girl opened her pretty blue eyes groggily. "Yes?" she asked in a sex-dazed voice.
"Letitia and I want to know how you're feeling. What about it? Are you still going to the police?"
"I . . .I hate you both," the blonde nurse croaked before she could get her wits about her. She felt, uncomfortably, that grandpa's deflated and flaccid dick was slipping out of the slippery wet folds of her cunt, but there was nothing she could do to hold it. Sighing, she realized too late she had said just the wrong thing to jack. They would never let her go if she refused to play along with them. They would just keep on forcing her to fornicate . . . and fornicate . . . and fornicate . . . and wasn't that awful?
"See, what did I tell you?" Jack said angrily. "I'm going to whip this bitch. She's got it coming!"
Letitia's eyes soured. She looked doubtful. "I don't know, Jack. Don't you do anything we'll be sorry for."
"She's going to be whipped and that's that. I've made up my mind."
"All right, Jack. Whatever you say."
"I'll go get the whip. Wait here."
"Okay."
After Jack had gone, Letitia looked at Mercy thoughtfully. The blonde was still resting, sighing, on top of grandpa's prostrate and paralyzed form, her elegant creamy back to Letitia. Her long blonde curls fell in a shining mass over two sides of her nicely rounded ass cheeks, some strands of it falling to the floor. Letitia could see her big breasts flattening out on each side of grandpa's chesthow he must like that, she thought. Delicate fine blonde hairs straggled up between Mercy's squeezable buttocks. Letitia walked over and parted them with her hands; Mercy was too exhausted and dazed to protest. Her dominatrix could see how the hairs between her asscheeks worked their way up to the winking brown hole in the center. Jack would like to fuck that, Letty thought knowledgeably. He probably would, too. She wondered if he'd use hand cream or hair pomade for fucking her shit-hole.
"Well," said Letitia abruptly, with a nasty slap on Mercy's meaty backside which made the tall blonde girl jump, "we'd better get you dressed for the part if Jack's going to whip you. Come on, up! Up!"
Mercy laboriously climbed off of grandpa, her huge tits wobbling. Letitia gripped one of her nipples in her fingers and gave it a hard pull. Mercy winced and tried to push her hand away, her long yellow hair flying all around her naked body. "Ow!" she cried.
"That's just a sample. Get into these things!" Letitia demanded dominatingly, flinging panties, slip, bra, garter and black nylons in her face. "And be quick about it! Jack doesn't like to be kept waiting!"
Mercy whimpered mindlessly as she put the things on. It didn't occur to her to rebel. By now 90 percent of her will to resist had been beaten out her. Not that she didn't still mean to go to the police, but the urgency of her intention had diminished to a considerable degree.
Her tender young cunt-only recently virginal-felt a trifle sore, but nice. Her body felt languid and at peace. It was only her soul which churned mercilessly. Was she enjoying herself or not? Had she been made happy or not, by the dreadful depravities they had forced her to commit? They had forced her to fuck. Jack had driven his enormous and thrilling cock up her hole, she had been forced to ride grandpa, his ancient and heavily veined penis reaming her mercilessly. Had she enjoyed it or not? Her body said yes . . . her soul no.
Depraved wickedness was what it was. Whatever happened, however her nerve endings screamed with joy and lust, she must remember who and what she was and forgive them nothing. She vowed to herself to remember.
"Come on, hurry!" Whack!
"Ow!" Mercy cried from Letitia's slap.
"I'm doing you a favor. If Jack comes back and finds you're not ready, he'll be madder than shit. Get to it!"
"Ow!"
Actually Letitia was protecting her, by making her put on the under things. She didn't want Mercy's flawless white skin to be marked by whatever it was Jack had in mind. They could probably dominate her and force her to love them, eventually. But if Jack marked her permanently with the whipping, no woman could ever forgive it. Nor would Letitia have expected her to.
Suddenly they heard Jack's voice call out. "Letty! Bring her upstairs!"
Letitia shrugged. Jack wanted to whip her in their own suite. That was okay with her. She shoved Mercy roughly toward the door, gripping her wrist tightly. Glancing back at grandpa, she noted with some interest that the old man's penis was stiffening again. There was more to grandpa than met the eye. She resolved to come back downstairs and pull his blanket over him again. "Coming, Jack!"
Upstairs she found that Jack had put on his riding chaps. He was the very picture of a Prussian nobleman with his monocle and riding outfit.
At his gesture, she propelled Mercy forward into the room. A twinge of jealousy assaulted her.. . Jack hadn't dressed up in his Prussian riding outfit for her in months, and she hadn't had a good whipping in over a month. She couldn't help but resent his treatment of Mercy a little. She hadn't been raped herself in the longest while.
"Well, well," she snickered sarcastically, "if our little boy isn't all dressed up in his new riding outfit."
"Yeah?" Jack looked at her. "And just what the hell's eating you?" He gave the whip just a crack sufficient to flick Mercy's tender young ass.
"Ow! Oh, don't whip me! Please!" The helpless blonde love-slave cringed and backed away.
Letitia said crossly, "What's eating me, Jack-o-rooney, is that you're giving this sweet piece of blonde fluff more attention in one day than you've given me in half a year."
"Oh, you're full of shit." Crack! Jack had so mastered his whip over the years that he was able to whip his women without leaving a mark. His flicks at Mercy had their desired effect, though. The tall, big-titted blonde squealed with fear, her huge breasts bumping up and back within the tightly fitting bra, her enormous nipples flopping through its center holes. She jumped back and cowered in a corner of the bedroom.
"I'll bet you've got a hard-on right this minute," Letitia said, suddenly coming over to Jack and gripping the bump of his penis through his riding trousers. "Aha, just as I thought!" she exclaimed.
"So I've got a hard-on. So what? Just what the fuck does that prove?" Flick! The whip snaked out and caught Mercy on her left hip, making her cringe, jump and whimper.
"It proves this is all a gag, you son of a bitch!" Letitia screamed, swinging on him. "You've just wanted to fuck her from the first! You used that business with grandpa as an excuse!"
Jack caught her wrist in midair to break her swing, and flung her backwards. His eyes darted towards the terrified blonde nurse, still cowering in fear. Things seemed to be getting out of hand. If they didn't dominate Nurse Mercy soon, he was going to be in serious trouble. So they both would be, after all they'd done. And here was Letitia kicking up a terrific fuss at such a crucial moment. She had to be out of her fucking mind.
He flashed the whip again! Mercy jumped all over the place, trying to get away from it. But it was no use. And this time the forked tip caused a little tear in her dainty white slip.
"I want to see you prance like a horse, you bitch! Come on, make like a mare going through her paces," he said, ignoring Letitia for the time being. "Come on. I said prance like a fucking horse!" Crack!
Quivering with terror, the voluptuous young blonde needed no further urging. Mercy's independence was so demolished that she hurried to do his bidding, whatever it was. So she tried to dance as if she were a horse on hind legs, hoofing the air.
"That's better. Now let's hear you neigh like a horse, you bitch." Crack!
"Ow!" Mercy shrieked again as the forked tongue of the whip bit into her flimsy garments. But she immediately began neighing like a horse, hoping desperately to appease her tormentor.
Letitia snorted with disgust and walked out in a huff. There was no doubt in her mind that Jack intended to screw that young blonde bitch again, but there didn't seem any way she could prevent it. Anyway, as well shot for a sheep as for a lamb. She went downstairs in to grandpa's room.
She felt a sharp pang of guilt as she came into the room. It was still fairly gloomy and close, with the musky scent of recent sex hanging in the air like a cloud. Grandfather Winslow lay on the high bed like a sacrificial offering, completely naked and undraped. She wondered if he mightn't catch cold.
His eyes swiveled to follow her naked form: For the first time she became conscious of her nakedness and felt slightly awkward. Although of course there was nothing in the world to be awkward about. Grandpa had no voice and could not complain-even if he wanted to. To all practical purposes, he had ceased to exist-excepting for his dick.. . .
She looked at the flaccid member draped across his belly. There was the gleam of dried cum in his pubic curls and across his belly. Mercy had come like a house afire, blowing out juice all over the old man's belly like carbon monoxide from a car's exhaust.
And before her eyes, grandpa's dick was hardening again.. . .
Letitia blushed from the compliment. She had never been a keen champion of incest, but she couldn't deny that when she was a little girl she had always thought her grandfather to be the handsomest of men. And his penis had certainly not grown any older.. . .
She was grateful that no one else was around, and very conscious of grandfather's eyes following her as she moved, concentrating on her huge pendant tits, but also taking in the opulent, Venus-like shape of her belly and the soft, thick dark triangle of curly hair under it wherein nestled her love-lips.
"You're very naughty, grandfather," she said aloud, not even sure if he could still hear her. "You're looking at my body like you want to fuck me. And that's very naughty, isn't it? Particularly as I'm your own granddaughter."
She couldn't detect any change in him . . . just those eyes, those damnable eyes moving to follow her wherever she went.
Her cuntlips were starting to drip from the raw excitement of it, she had never considered any brand of incest before, and the licentiousness of her behavior was even turning herself on. Nice girls didn't tease their grandfathers-or admire their dicks-as she was doing.
But she couldn't seem to help herself, and as no one else would ever know, what was the harm?
The window curtains had been arranged to allow a little light in in back of grandfather, dispelling some of the eternally mausoleum-like setting. Now she moved over to the side of his high bed and pressed her belly against his inert arm.
His penis shot up as if it had been called to attention.
"Well, you are very naughty, aren't you?" she said, blushing like a schoolgirl and scarcely believing how jittery she felt inside. For a woman of her experience to have such butterflies in her stomach was distinctly unusual. Letitia couldn't remember when she had felt so obscenely excited. With grandfather like this, in such a state, it was not merely a prospect of incest, it would be almost-but not quite-like fucking a corpse. And she had to confess that the prospect excited her beyond anything she would have believed possible.
"But on the other hand, I certainly owe it to please you, grandfather. You've been very good to Jack and me." She had to laugh inwardly at her own cynical rationalization. The truth of the matter was that she fancied Grandfather Winslow, had ever since she was a little girl, and that Nurse Mercy's delirious and delectable ride on his pistoning cock had turned her head just sufficiently to make her a little bolder than she would have been otherwise.
"And anyway I'm pissed off at Jack, grandpa," she said aloud. "I think he just wants to screw that tall blonde piece with the big tits, that Nurse Mercy, that cunt, and frankly I'm jealous."
Grandfather, of course, could not reply, but she sensed his sympathy-or told herself she sensed it. Considering that, she began running her hand delicately along his dick as she jabbered on.
"You have a pretty nice cock, grandpa. I came down here originally to cover you up-you must be dying . . . excuse the expression . . . of cold, and I didn't want to leave you here like this. Me and Jack got wrapped up in our own thing with that blonde cunt, the one you fucked a minute ago, and we would have just let you freeze if I hadn't remembered. But you're not so cold now, are you?" She smiled knowingly, wrapping her cool smooth hand around his hot tube of flesh.
No, he wasn't cold there at all. In fact that was one part of him which was fairly pounding with radiant energy.
The warmth in his tool was so considerable that her wraparound palm began to sweat. She wondered how he would feel if she pressed her big breasts against him as Mercy had.
A spot of clear cum appeared on the head of his dick and she stroked it off with her thumb, finding it sticky and clinging. It elongated into a thin, clear chord like liquid plastic, stringing from the oozing little hole in the center of his cock-tip to her stuck-upon thumb.
"Oooh, grandpa," she murmured, thrilled by his response. "You're getting all sticky again. I'll have to keep you clean. But it won't be easy. I might have to lick the cum off the head of your prick in order to keep you clean. Would you mind that very much?"
As she didn't know the signals as Jack did, she had no idea what the furious movement of his eyes meant.
But she could guess, as his enormous hard-on didn't diminish one iota.
Clearly then, he wasn't offended.
Letitia giggled nervously. She was going to have to do something. Shit or get off the pot, she thought. She was greatly enjoying fondling grandpa's over heated cock and balls, but there had to be more to it than this. Her cunt was spitting cum through her black bush and splattering it all over the tops of her lusciously rounded and smooth thighs.
Now or never, she thought, her mouth filling with saliva.
And so she slowly bent her head, opened her ruby red lips, her huge tits cushioning against the old man's knobby knees, her long ebony black hair falling pleasantly across his thighs, and took his cock into her mouth.. . high up into her throat.. . her lips closing ardently around the lower part of his throbbing purplish cock.. . .
CHAPTER TEN
Grandpa couldn't believe it. He was truly in heaven now. Ever since Letitia was a little girl he had dreamed of fucking her-and now she was sucking on his cock! That long, heavy load of dark black hair rested on his thighs. How he urged to push his fingers into that thick hair and push her head down on his rod!
Every since she was a little girl.. . He had always admired her.. . Sometimes when he was fucking Agatha he had fantasized about his darling young granddaughter, her smooth skin, her long, glossy black hair, her succulent mouth . . . and now that mouth was wrapped around his dick, loving him!
He had never felt the will to live more strongly within him. If only through some miracle God allowed him to recover, for however short a while, what ecstasy life could be!
No doubt Jack and Letitia would have his big-titted blonde nurse broken before very long, and he could be screwing Letitia as well. How he would desperately have loved to take handfuls of her voluptuous flesh! Letitia had the body of a goddess.
It was true that she seemed to have been born for sex. She blossomed out much earlier than most children, developing huge cannonball tits when she was only twelve. As a young girl of fourteen she had been tall and with all the opulent curves of a luscious Marilyn Monroe or, more to the point, Jane Russell. How he'd itched to get his hands on her!
She'd looked every bit of eighteen when she was only fourteen years old. He remembered how she used to go downtown and pick up sailors at the local Walgreen's, pretending she was older. He wondered how old they thought she was. He wondered where she had lost her virginity.
All these thoughts of past and present intermingled in his old head as Letitia sucked energetically on his prick, her mouth moving wetly like rubber up and down his throbbing stem. He felt as if his balls were filled with gunpowder. How he longed to shoot his milky sperm into her mouth!
But he had already come a couple of times that day, once with Nurse Mercy masturbating him, and once with her riding him. He was a man in his nineties, and even if he hadn't been paralyzed he wouldn't have been in the best of health. It was going to be a strain.
But nothing would stop him from it.
Letitia knew nothing of these thoughts as she sucked hungrily on the old man's throbbing young penis. She could feel it filling up her mouth, its soft skin caressing the walls of her saliva-dripping mouth, and she wanted to swoon.
Licking off the tip of his prick with hot, swiping little licks, she was able to savor the juice of his salty cum far in advance of his orgasm, and it was wonderful. Every drop urged her on to new heights of cocksucking technique.
Her hands caressed his withered old legs and the wrinkled, hairy sacks of his nuts. Occasionally she paused to put her mouth on his balls and simulate an attempt to swallow them, but she was very careful. Then she went swiftly back to her expert sucking again, drawing her hot red lips up over his shining wet shaft, then plunging her head down again, her cheeks hollowing out, her longish tongue wrapping around his dick like a snake and being particularly careful to lick lingeringly along the sensitive veined underside.
Reaching underneath his ass with her right hand, she found the tightly puckered brown anus lying quietly wrinkled within the canyon of his buttocks. She wormed her index finger into it, then her middle finger, working it in very slowly and not letting up for a moment on her lingering, mind-drugging suck.
Letitia felt herself gripped in a delirious paroxysm of lust. This was divine. She had never in all her wildest dreams thought she might actually get a chance to blowjob her grandfather, as much as she'd fantasized about it when she was a girl.
Certainly, in any case, it was now or never. And why should she deny herself this pleasure? By what right? Jack was getting his rocks off with the new nurse. She was entitled to indulge herself.
Indeed her jealousy had just about evaporated. Grandpa's dick was scrumptious. She wanted to suck on it forever. Her eyelids fluttered with the heady fresh-bread scent of its maleness, her eyelashes butterflying to betray the intensity of her highly emotional state, if there had been anybody around to see it.
Sensing now that grandpa was thundering toward his climax, she removed her finger from his asshole in order to caress his balls and hold onto his prick with both hands, just as she noticed his nut sacks drawing up into his scrotum, a sure sign that he was about to come.
Oh come, grandpa, please! Make me the happiest girl in the world!
She stroked him furiously, clutching the base of his cock, then his nuts, then everything else. She was such an expert cocksucker that never a hint of her teeth ever touched his throbbing rod.
It was just like fucking her cunt.
Grandpa wanted to scream out with the ecstasy of it all. If he didn't he felt he would burst a blood vessel. But she kept on sucking and sucking . . . he loved to watch her beautiful dark hair and her beautiful face as she demonstrated this ultimate female devotion to the grandeur of his penis. . . .
And then suddenly it was there.. . he could feel the hot throb . . . the marching feet of millions of sperm jumping out of his balls and onto the bridge of his dick.. . racing across it into that hot cavernous mouth.. . .
Letitia sighed ecstatically. He was coming, coming in her mouth!
The hot spurts of cum shot all the way into the back of her throat, making her gag initially in a time-honored way that was all too familiar to her.
And then she was drowning in the deliciousness of it, the wonderful spunky hot taste of all that sticky stuff being shot into her tongue, spurting into the walls of her hotly suctioning mouth.
She couldn't swallow it fast enough. Grandfather's spunk was the most delicious she'd tasted in a long time. She kept stroking him and stroking him, trying to prolong his orgasm.
But unfortunately Grandfather Winslow had only so much sperm.. . .
"More! More!" she squealed in helpless anger as his cock started to run out of cum. She swallowed every last drop and then, while his prick was still shuddering but hard, she jumped on top of him, swinging her meaty long leg over his prostrate form and aiming her cunt right at his sputtering purple cockhead.
It entered her magically, swiftly.. . she wouldn't have believed that anything could feel so achingly good. Even though his prick had started to soften, it was still thick and fully flesh, well capable of filling up her every nook and cranny.
She slid down his greased pole with her sloppy, dripping cunt, her head thrown back and all of her dark black hair waving around in the air. So near to coming as made no difference.. . .
"Grandpa! Oh! Darling! Fuck me, grandpa! Fuck your sweet little girl with the big tits!"
Grandfather's eyes fairly bulged out of their sockets as he watched her, her huge breasts and hair jumping every which way, her sloppy gash riding down his prick and then up again.
Her tits bobbed maddeningly. He felt a sharp pain in his chest that went away almost immediately.
This would be well worth dying for, he thought, his dick hardening again.
At last! Inside his own beautiful child of love! He had adored Letitia for so many uncounted hours, and now she was his! What a hideous joke fate had played on them, that he could not feel her up with his hands, could not pull on her titties or suck on those beautiful big brown nipples, could not stick his fingers up into her juicy love-box with its dripping gashy folds of pinkish shining cunt, or fuck her in the ass as he would have like and as she would probably have wanted him to. The frustration of it all!
Incredibly though, he was getting hard again. That beautiful cunt, that he would have liked to lick and feel the juice slopping all over his whiskers, was sliding up and down his cock in a delirious frenzy of lust. He could feel his balls start to boil all over again!
Letitia's eyes shut tightly as she rode him down to the end of the line, her meaty ass humping like crazy. She was a bucking bronco mare on a red hot stallion's poker.
Her eyes rolled ecstatically under her tightly shut lids as she felt her climax come roaring up like a forest fire from the very depths of her molten belly.
"Ooooooooohhhoohhh, that's niiiiiice," she groaned, whistling through partly closed teeth which began abruptly chattering as she began her orgasmic ritual of pleading for mercy, shaking her black hair and big tits all around, and gripping grandpa's wiry aged shoulders so tightly, as if he were still sturdy enough to support her.
A cascade of feelings began colliding in her belly, vying for position. Despite what Masters and Johnson had claimed, and Playboy had abetted them in, it was true that a woman's orgasm was probably the most physically shattering experience the world had to offer, and now Letitia was plunged into the depths of it, feeling weak and helpless, lost in a tidal wave of pleasure that had neither beginning nor end, which stretched outward from the very tips of her toes to the very ends of her hair.. . .
Burning up like this, giving herself over to pleasure, her body produced its desired and expected response, with cupfuls of cum washing through the invisible membranes of her vaginal walls, caressing the old man's dick, and dripping down all over his thighs and bedclothes.. . .
At just precisely the same moment that the old man's body jerked spasmodically without control, and began spitting spunk through his cock high up into her cervix, sticking at the womb and then dripping back down again to mingle with her hotly shooting juices of love. . . .
* * *
. . . back in their bedroom, Mercy was lying across Jack and Letitia's bed, gibbering like an idiot.
Jack had screwed her virginal tube one more time, after tearing her clothes to ribbons with his black leather whip. This time he had humped her with her gorgeously tanned long legs flung over his shoulders, so that he was able to get deeper in than before, hurting her badly in the process but providing himself with a truly mind-bending screw.
Of course she had been terrified and quivered with fear when he was whipping her all over the goddamned room. Which somehow made the screwing all the more delicious when he finally made it.
She had been supremely submissive, just whimpering a little from time to time, and she was truly an entrail-tearing fuck as good as any he'd ever had. Once he'd gotten used to the excessively snug, little-girl quality of her recently virginal cunt, he found a way to work it that was eminently satisfactory. To him, at least.
And, unknown to him, the pain in Mercy's tender cunt had dissipated, so that now she felt nothing but pleasure when he fucked her, instead of the combination of pain and pleasure she had felt earlier.
It was true that the position with her legs over his shoulders produced some painful jars. Jack's huge dong jarred her teeth when he bumped it hard up to the very end of her quiveringly joyous channel, but nonetheless even that pain held out its own thrill for her.
In fact Mercy's whole attitude to her dreadful experience with the Armstrongs was rapidly changing. If sex was so beautiful and felt so good, and God had created sex, maybe sex was good and not bad.
Anyway, this was one rationalization she was rapidly approaching.
The other was . . . If sex was created by God, and therefore sex was good, then the Armstrongs must be the most wonderful creatures in the world for having introduced her to it. . . .
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"What are you thinking?" Jack asked.
From where he sat he could see the flanges of her sex, wide open to him as her legs were fallen open. She was a natural blonde, and the ooze in her cunt gleamed back at him so attractively he wanted to lick it and show his devotion to her.
Above was the very tiny waist he could put his hands around, the very flat belly, and-glorious enormous breasts he had so enjoyed sucking and pulling on.
Her face was a soft cross between an oval and a heart-shape, with very succulent, juicy red lips in it now raw from the savagery of his kissing. Her pouting lower lip was just perfect for wrapping around a man's hotly throbbing cock.
She had the most beautiful blue eyes in that lovely face, shaded by the palms of swaying dark lashes. High but soft cheekbones . . . the smoothest skin and most flawless complexion in all the world, with rosy cheeks that seemed always to be blushing. A soft white throat that he had marred with biting hickeys, leaving brown bite marks behind.
There were also bite marks on her huge hard tits, too, but somehow this only made them all the more exciting.
And everywhere that creamy pure skin.. . .
And beyond all this mass of loveliness which was so exquisite it tore his heart out, even though he'd screwed her twice already, was that great tumbling mass of long, curly, shining blonde hair. He'd never seen hair so long, so thick, so blonde. He wanted to bury his dick in it and fuck it, shooting cum onto every strand.
He wanted to worship at her blonde cunt as if it were a shrine. To him, it was!
"What do you mean, what am I thinking?"
"I mean, what are your feelings now? About us. About myself and my wife."
"I think you're debauched," Mercy said in all seriousness, without necessarily implying that this was bad.
"But we've given you a lot of pleasure. Why don't you admit it?" He reached out and tickled the open pink flanges of her sex.
Mercy groaned and rested her golden head back on her hair, her eyes closing. His touch was like an electric shock . . . her clitoris was sensitive like anything.
Jack smiled. She was not about to resist him or utter any protest any longer.
But still-could she be trusted?
"Do you like that? Do you like it when I tickle the lips of your cunt with my finger?"
"What do you want me to say?"
"Just the truth," he said crossly. "Is that so goddamned difficult?"
"Must you always swear?"
"Oh Christ," cursed Jack impatiently. Talking to her was like yelling into an echo. You asked her a question, and she answered with a fucking question. That was funny, because she didn't look Jewish.
Maybe they should rip out her tongue. As a deaf mute, she would be ideal.
And ideally their prisoner, too.
But no, he didn't have the heart for that. He was a lover, not a killer.
"Okay," he said after he'd calmed down. "I'll try not to swear so much. Does it annoy you?"
"How do you feel about it?"
"For Christ' sake, stop answering everything I say with a goddamned question. You're not my fucking psychiatrist and this is not Sigmund Freud's couch. Every time I ask you a question, you answer with a question! Don't you know how infuriating that is!"
"Is it?"
Jack was starting to feel demoralized. She was beautiful, but was she worth it?
Not if she was going to drive him nuts, she wasn't.
"Let me put it another way," he went on, sighing. "You know you've enjoyed all this fucking, we know you've enjoyed it, I know you've enjoyed it, so why can't you admit it instead of being such a fucking prude."
That stung her. Despite everything, she'd never considered herself a prude before. Though maybe she had been.
She brought her knees up under her chin, wrapping her long, nicely tanned and smooth arms around her legs. Jack could still see the enticing bush and the few folds between her legs. "I am not a prude," she said.
"But you were when we started this. Admit it."
He was a handsome man, Mercy reflected. She liked his brown curls now, and the sharp jut of his jaw, and it certainly was true that his penis was so large and filling that it was well capable of keeping a girl happy.
He had a nice body, too. Muscular and broad-shouldered, with long, well-muscled swimmer's legs. He had trim hips and a small waist, and a nice tight little bottom. She was surprised that she hadn't noticed all this about him before.
It certainly was true that she saw him with different eyes now, after so much fornication.
"Maybe I was. Maybe you're right," she conceded.
He was a little afraid to put the direct question to her. Would she still go to the police? If she did, what could they do about it?
No, they still had to be sure of her.
"Don't you think you'd enjoy fucking more if you gave in and used some of the dirty language we've been using?" he asked her.
"I don't know," she answered, truly puzzled. What did he expect her to say?
"Don't you think you'd get bigger thrills if you let yourself go a little?"
His hand ran up her ankle and shin. Mercy shivered, unsure of her feelings. This man had the power to turn her on now. She wasn't sure what she felt.
Certainly she wasn't as scandalized as she had been. But should she let on? The fact that she was being brutalized seemed to provide its own-albeit savage-thrills, totally apart from whatever it was she was feeling within the hairy, slippery confines of her hot young cunt.
She had enjoyed herself so much that she didn't want to spoil anything by giving her secret feelings away, whatever they were now.
And she wasn't sure of them, either.
When she continued not saying anything, Jack put in, "I was very surprised to find that you were a virgin."
"I'd always thought that best," she said, blushing. "I've had a very strict upbringing. You may have guessed."
"I did guess somewhat. I have a confession to make, though, about something."
"And what's that?"
"I've wanted to screw you ever since you came here. That's the truth."
Mercy blushed to the roots of her hair. Despite all she'd been through, she was still capable of that. She could feel the molten lips of her sex moisten. When he talked like that she felt her whole body weaken. She couldn't have resisted anything he wanted to do with her now.
"That's the truth," Jack continued. "From the first moment I saw you I've dreamed of seeing you with your legs spread, up in the air, your hot little cunt gleaming at me, drops of moisture on the yellow hairs around it-naturally I'd hoped you were a natural blonde-I've longed to suck on those big jug tits of yours, and squeeze them, and slap them around . . . and stick my finger in your hot, sticky twat. . . . "
"Twat?" Her face screwed up in puzzlement.
"Yeah, you know. This here." He jiggled a finger in her cunt and Mercy squealed, falling backward against her long golden hair.
Jack shrugged and drew out his finger, licking it off. Then he continued saying naughty things. "I'd hoped I'd get a chance to pile drive this big meatcock into you," he said, holding his meaty, heavily veined dick in his hand, watching her eyes light up, her nostrils snort as she watched him. "I wanted to have you put your legs over my shoulders-Christ, those glorious long, tanned legs of yours-so I could drive real hard and painfully into you through your liquid cunt hair, bending your shoulders back into the bed as I rolled you up into a ball over all that long blonde hair . . . Christ, you smell good, do you know that, my dear?" He picked up her foot and licked her toes, making Mercy shiver.
"I'd never considered that," she croaked truthfully.
"Ah, but you do. And that's partly why I wanted to suck on your tits and drive my cock up into your gorge full of sloppy love-juice . . . "
Mercy couldn't deny that he was reaching her. The filth he was spewing out so remorselessly was having its desired effect.. . her cunt was moistening like crazy, desiring his entry into that honey-dripped tunnel of love. . . .
". . . I wanted to press your lusciously full-lipped mouth open," Jack was continuing, "and force my tongue down your throat.. . and vampire your beautiful throat.. . God, you have a beautiful white throat. . . and feel my hands all over that gorgeous voluptuous body of yours.. . you're built just like a fucking Venus, all tits and ass, but with long legs and arms like a fucking gazelle . . . "
Jack reached for her and she came into his arms without much coaxing. Their lips, arms and legs intertwined. . . .
Instinctively Mercy reached for his cock . . . She was too far gone now to care. She wanted to put it inside of her if she possibly could.. . .
"So!" boomed a female voice from the door.
They broke off their kiss. Jack turned around to look in the direction of the door.
"Oh, it's you, Letty," Jack said, feeling vaguely guilty.
"Who the fuck did you think it would be?" Letitia strode into the room towards them. She was still naked, but now was wearing black leather boots and carried a riding crop. "Well," she demanded, "Has she given in yet?"
Jack turned to Mercy. She was blonde and lovely, but it was clear that Letitia was going to demand an immediate answer or there was going to be some terrible penalty they would have to pay.
"Well?" he asked awkwardly, almost afraid now to meet Mercy's eyes. They had almost become friends. "Have we won you over? Do you love fucking? Do you love to fuck? Do you love us? Or what? What's the deal?" He pushed his fingers through his curly brown hair.
"Well, I-" Mercy glanced at Letitia.
And in that awful moment of hesitation, she had sealed her doom.. . .
CHAPTER TWELVE
"That does it, Jack," Letitia scowled. "We've no more got this little cunt dominated than we've got Minnie Mouse."
"Well, I-"
Letitia came up to him and mashed her huge breasts against him. "I'm not mad at you anymore, Jack, and I'm not trying to be a bitch. But we've got to be practical."
Jack motioned her to be quiet and took her over to where they were out of earshot for Mercy. "What do you suggest?" he asked her.
"What I suggest is that we make her suck you off. There's nothing like a mouth full of cum to turn a girl around. Am I right?"
Jack snapped his fingers. "Christ, I'd forgotten about that! I must be losing my touch."
"Old age, grandpa." Letty ran her fingers up between his legs and diddled indolently at his asshole. "Come on, let's give sleeping beauty the good news."
There was no mistaking the fearful look in Mercy's eyes as they approached their twenty-two-year-old blonde captive. She knew something was up all right. Tears had started to form in the corners of her eyes. Her enormous tits heaved with emotion, her big cherry nipples standing up a mile.
Mercy had suspected all along that some new and even more disgusting activity was going to be forced upon her, but she knew so little about sex that there was absolutely no way that she could guess what it would be.
It was Letitia who came up behind her more quickly than she could have imagined, grabbing her long blonde hair and twisting it so that she had complete control of Mercy's head and the blonde nurse cried out in pain.
"Ow! Oh, you're hurting me!" she whimpered, tears welling up in her pretty blue eyes.
"This is nothing compared with what we'll do to you if you don't behave, you little bitch. Come on, Jack."
Jack's hard-on had come up really huge, and now he approached the bed with some trepidation. Could Mercy's dainty little mouth really take all of that?
After all, he didn't want to choke her to death. They'd come this far already with good results.
Hopefully, maybe her throat was better equipped and larger then it looked. The main thing was that a girl retracted her teeth when she sucked, so that her mouth became more like a cunt. After that the size and sword-swallowing capability became important.
Some girls were dainty and yet had that capability. Others had lips like gorillas, but only tiny throats. With a cock the size of Jack's, the depth and straightness of a girl's throat was absolutely crucial.
With Letitia having a deathlike grip on her hair, and her head completely under control, Mercy was turned so that she faced the side of the bed as Jack approached, his huge dong pointing straight at her.
"What.. . what are you going to do?" she said tearfully, her face running with drops.
"We're not asking for much, Mercy. It's just that-well, Letty here thinks that in order for you to prove your devotion to us-that is, if you are devoted now-you have only to kiss the tip of my dick . . . "
"What?! "
"I mean, my penis. It's a simple thing, really-"
"NEVER!"
"Oh, Christ."
Jack looked at Letitia. Never was a long time where these two came from, and they had no intention whatever of letting Mercy make her own decision in the matter. Never, maybe. Now or never, definitely.
Mercy began flailing the air with her free arm as Jack's cock approached her face. She could only defend herself with one hand, because she was on all fours on the bed and needed the other hand to support herself, her huge tits swinging down onto the bedsheet.
Unfortunately for her, this didn't do much good. Both Jack and Letitia did their part on wrestling her down flat onto her stomach and twisting her arms in back of her into her long golden hair.
"Go on, kiss it," Jack urged her, not so nice anymore because he was so insulted by her gross behavior. Not kiss it, indeed? Who the fuck did she think she was! Hundreds of better girls than she had kisses it and loved it to death. Who the fuck did she think she was, anyway!
But whoever she was, she certainly knew how to struggle. She was fighting harder in defense of her lips than she had in defense of her cunt, Jack thought rightly.
"Come on, kiss it. It's not that hard. Or rather it is that hard-but anyway one little kiss won't hurt you. See the pretty purple cockhead? It's just like kissing a piece of rubber ball. Won't hurt you in the slightest. And certainly won't send you to perdition. So kiss it, you dumb bitch, you!"
Never!
"Oh, Christ," Jack sighed, almost worn out from so much arguing.
"Hit her in the mouth, Jack. Go on. I'm holding her, honeypie."
"Christ, I don't want to spend the rest of my life beating her up, Letty. I'm starting to get a little tired of this. You know, I'm not a young guy."
"Cut out the bullshit, Jack. You're as young as you feel this big-titted broad. Let her have a good crack on the side of the head. That'll bring her around. Mark my words, Jack. I'm never wrong."
Tears were now streaming down the helpless girl's pretty face, spoiling her makeup. She was squashed flat on her stomach, her big tits oozing out on both sides of her chest. The room seemed to swim around in her brain. Her arms hurt terribly the way they had twisted them around in back of her.
"Come on," Jack commanded sharply. "Kiss it or I break your fuckin' arm." He was starting to lose his patience by a wide margin.
"I won't!"
"You will!" He twisted harder and so did Letitia. "Ow."
"You will."
"Oh! I won't!"
Mercy began to feel dizzy. Besides the painful twisting on her delicate white arms, her position was decidedly uncomfortable, and conducive to an overload of blood rushing to the head. Her forehead was pounding with the beginnings of a migraine.
Should she give in? Mr. Armstrong's penis was so near. . . she could smell it, a scent not unlike freshly baked bread that wasn't bad at all.
More to the point, what did she have to lose? They had already raped her of her virginity. Was this so much worse on the ultimate scale of immorality, a scale she had already decided she may have seriously misjudged?
But what if he actually shot his juice into her mouth? Wouldn't she throw up?
"Ow!"
In any case the pain in her arms was now becoming by far too great. She wouldn't be able to stand it for a single instant longer.
Saying a silent prayer for forgiveness, she pursed her lips forward and gave his penis the tiniest of kisses with both of her eyes tightly closed against the contamination of actually having to watch herself do this.
"What!" Jack cried indignantly at this display. "You call that a kiss? I said kiss it, not peck at it like a goddamned bird looking for seed at five o'clock in the morning. My prick is not the fucking early worm. Now, kiss it, goddamn it!"
Jack was starting to get angry again. He could feel his former nasty self returning. He wasn't about to be insulted, not considering all the hundreds of women and girls who had been crazy about his gorgeous cock.
Mercy felt the bile rise in her throat. The pain in her arms was considerable and increasing. By now she was in no mental condition to hesitate for even a second . . . loosening her lips slightly in order to make them less tightly wrinkled and softer, she did as she was ordered . . .
And was surprised to find that kissing Jack's knob was nowhere near as unpleasant as she had expected!
Her soft pink lips rested softly against the purplish, straining heads of his prick as she contemplated this new information that was being fed into her nervous system.
Indeed, very far from being unpleasant, the softness of the skin on the top of Jack's penis was very tasty indeed. She couldn't help but wonder how it would taste to kiss it all over . . .
"Hey, that's more like it," Jack laughed to Letitia. "What do you think, sweetie?"
"I think she's got the makings of a great little cocksucker, Jack. But she'd better not try to steal you away or I'll scratch her fucking eyes out."
"Christ, you talk more nonsense . . . hey!"
Mercy, even to her own surprise, had begun nibbling slightly at Jack's cockhead, drawn in largely by the hypnotic effect of his male aroma.
It was like being drawn into a spider's web, or hypnotized by a swaying cobra. All at once Mercy knew what it was about male sex that drove women crazy.
It had nothing to do with getting fucked, or being in love, or any of that garbage. The main thing, out of all of it, was the male penis, the taste of which was the equivalent of two hundred cc's of truth serum being shot right into the blood veins.
In that moment of truth, when a woman's lips were on the male sexual member, it was obvious that the puritan ethic could only run a poor second to its powerful taste and aroma.
Mercy savored it. Of course there was nothing even remotely similar to it lying around scattered in her memory banks. The taste of the male penis was unlike anything whatever she had ever known before.
It was not quite like bread, perhaps partly like coconut, but whatever it was it was individual and compelling.
II they could bottle it, she thought involuntarily, Walgreen's could make a million . . .
By now she was licking at it like a dog, the rough specks on her tongue lapping at it underside and topside. The fiercely painful hold in her long blonde hair had relaxed, and she felt her arms released awkwardly. They still felt as if they were imprisoned, but somehow it didn't seem to matter as much as before.
As the pain subsided, she felt sensation creeping back into her arms in tingling waves. But she had lost track of all that now.
Her sultry pink lips, with the pouting lower jut, had enfolded the knob of Jack's prick and she could feel his fingers going into her hair.
At this point there was no way she could comprehend the fierce self-control that Jack was exercising, as there was nothing he would have liked better than to ram his cock all the way down her throat until she gagged.
But at the same time he was enjoying himself so much, now that Mercy seemed to be getting the hang of it, that he didn't want to break her rhythm.
"Do you see that, mama," she could hear Jack's voice above her. "She's finally starting to get the hang of it."
"I said she would, Jack."
"Let her arms go. I think we've got her now."
"Yeah."
Almost immediately after her long tanned arms were released Mercy wrapped them around Jack's buttocks and made a mindless little cry of happiness and surrender as she let his prick slide past her teeth and into the overheated cavern of her mouth.
"Christ, lookit that!"
Letitia smiled unpleasantly and dropped back into a chair. The young blonde might be some competition, but that would have to be settled some time in the future. In the meantime, she was going to enjoy herself.
She stuffed two fingers into her cunt and began jagging off as she watched the blonde nurse suck on Jack's marvelously bloated dick.
Mercy was now too far gone to ever recover her former composure. Control had been thrown to the four winds. As Jack's enormous cock entered her mouth, she seemed to see stars. Her tongue ran all around the powerful bloated stem, feeling the veins bulge and throb against her taste buds. The taste of his cock skin was at once delicious and indescribable. As she buried her nose in the fragrant scent of his fluffy pubic hair, she sensed that her own cunt was squirting juice all over the bedspread. His cock bumped the top of her throat savagely, and she gasped with surprise and delight.
"That's it, baby . . . " Jack whispered, his fingers in her long blonde hair, his hips working his rod in and out of her earnestly sucking mouth. His head was thrown back and his eyes partly shut. Only partly because he was delighted in watching her pinkish lips stretch along the throbbing length of his penis, her long blonde hair following up close behind. She had the most beautiful hair in the world, and he had never fucked such a beautiful face as hers in his life.
He loved to hold both hands on either side of her cheeks, feeling her sucking through her cheeks, watching her mouth move, watching his dick slip in and out of that hotly sucking cavern of oral lust.
"Oh, baby," he whispered, stroking her delicious yellow hair, "you're the most beautiful cocksucker in the whole fucking world. The way you swirl that tongue around my dick drives me out of my fucking mind. Do you know that?"
"Mmmmmrph," Mercy replied, her nose buried deep in his brown curly bush before her mouth made the joyous upward ascent once more.
Now all thought of Puritanism had been permanently banished from her mind. She wanted to wallow in filth forever, sucking off her dominator's penis until the cows came home, or until the earth became a frozen ice ball one more time in all the millenniums. She loved his odor, and his taste, and everything about his wonderful maleness.
Now Jack's penis had begun spewing forth a little pre-coital fluid. Mercy found that the taste of this stuff was singularly wonderful.
Was this what she had been missing all these years? If this was cocksucking-as Letitia and Jack put it-it was even more wonderful than straight fucking.
What ever could possibly top it?
"Lookit that, Letty . . . ooooh Jesus, can this cunt suck on cock. Christ, she's a fucking natural. . . ooooh God . . . she's good . . . ooh . . . oh . . . I think . . . "
Jack could feel the sperm boiling in his nuts. His dick was like a trail of gunpowder waiting to explode in Nurse Mercy's beautiful blonde head.
Mercy sensed it too. Instinctively she reached underneath and stroked his balls, poking at his puckered little asshole with one of her lengthy red fingernails.
She couldn't believe what a heaven she was in. Nothing in her entire previous life had ever prepared her for this. It was altogether too wonderful and delicious.
She'd been beautifully fucked, it was true, once by grandpa and twice by Mr. Armstrong, but sucking on Jack's prick was even more wonderful than that.
She wanted to swoon, to groan, to moan, to give herself completely over to the business of love and sex. The sticky clear fluid seeping down her throat was an aphrodisiac that set her cunt to boiling. If only she had somebody to lick at her cunt while she was sucking on this wonderful-tasting penis . . .
And then she felt it.. . someone's nose . . .
" M m m m m rppphhh . . . slurp . . . lllleeelllleeleh . . . "
She could feel Letitia's tongue burying itself deep in her snatch from behind, poking at her like a penis, and she tried to spread her legs in order to provide better entry.
Seventh heaven! Her vagina was being eaten by the older woman as she sucked on Jack's cock, with all of that murky fluid spilling across her taste buds and down her hotly swallowing throat . . .
"Come on, baby," Jack said through gritted teeth, holding her blonde hair tightly. "Letty's eating your cunt. . . suck me off.. . oh Christ. . . I'm going to blow off right in your mouth . . . that beautiful . . . can you take it all. . . ? "
"Mmmmmmrppphhh . . . slump . . . "
Jack's handsome head strained back. The walls and ceiling of the oversized bedroom swam above him. He could see in a mirror the reflection of a far window, and through that the lawn and swimming pool beyond.
But most of all, he longed to shoot off his load down her throat.
The veins in his neck stood out sharply, pulsing with blood. Every muscle in his body tensed. The sound of her mouth and tongue slurping at his dick drove him wild. Still holding her hair, he ground his cock through her lips faster and faster, making Mercy moan for joy.
"That's it, oh baby . . . baby . . . oh my God, you're wonderful . . . the best. . . you're the best. . . the best cocksucker I've ever had . . . oh . . . "
And with that he erupted, his hips jerking wildly.
Mercy felt a surge of happiness as at last all of his come came shooting forward in great jerking spurts, down her throat, all over her tongue, all over the walls of her mouth . . . her eyes closed from happiness . . .
She could feel a small bubble bursting in the vicinity of her cunt where Letitia was eating her. Just the tiniest trace of joy, but in its way more significant than orgasms a hundred times stronger.
She couldn't explain it. Her climax had been stronger, more sensational when she was being fucked, and yet this time she was more deliriously happy in a way that only a woman can know. Somehow she felt that having given happiness to Jack Armstrong was the greatest credit that life had to bestow . . .
And now she knew at last that she was wonderfully, truly in love . . . and she knew who with . . .
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jack's creamy thick cum oozed out of the sides of her suctioning mouth, even though she tried to swallow it as fast as she could. Her own cum flooded Letitia's face like rain from heaven, and the older, dark-haired woman lapped it up very hungrily, digging her nose right into Mercy's juicy golden cunt and wiggling it around.
Mercy gripped Jack's hips tightly as he shuddered all his spunk into her throat, his fingers still clutching her head and long blonde hair.
His cum was like milk from heaven for her. She was rapturous that she was being allowed to swallow it. Very far from being disgusting, it was the most delicious stuff she'd ever tasted in her life.
So she swallowed thirstily, her pretty blue eyes rolling in her head with ranture. Jack barked once, shuddered one final time, and then sagged, groaning. Sweat poured out on his forehead as he came to, exhausted.
"Jesus," she could hear him murmuring above, as she suckled the very last drops from his worm-soft and deflating penis, "that was great, wonderful. God, you're a natural cocksucker, you beauty you!"
Mercy licked his cock off and looked up happily. She felt a cool breeze in back of her as Letitia took her mouth away. "I.. . I love you . . . " she croaked in an adorning voice.
"Huh?"
"I.. .Hove both of you!"
Impulsively Jack took her up into his arms and kissed her open pink mouth, pushing his tongue all the way down her throat until she gagged.
In the meantime Letitia still lay on the bed with a crazed, wanton look in her eyes, her fingers deep in her cunt, diddling herself like crazy.
Her sighs and groans broke over their heads, bringing Mercy to. When Jack let her go, she turned on her groaning mistress. Letitia had her four fingers deep in her juicy love box, her hand wet with sticky clear cream up to her wrist, her beautiful face dazed and cross-eyed as she masturbated herself at a furious speed.
"Oh, darling!" Mercy exclaimed, falling on her. When she saw all the juice squirting out of Letty's cunt, she knew she had to have it. Also she didn't think it fair that Letty should have to masturbate herself, when she was ready, willing, and able to do the job.
"Let me!" she shrieked. "Let me!" And, panting, she got down between the older woman's legs, pushing her hands under Letty's well-formed buttocks so that the dark-haired woman's legs went over her shoulders. Then she began licking and lapping with a fury that left both Letitia and Jack spellbound and breathless.
"Oh! Oh! Ahhhhhhhhh . . . " Letitia sighed with happiness as Mercy licked her with abandon. "Jack . . . Jack . . . " she groaned, her fingers, pushed into Mercy's glorious yellow hair. "That was . . . the . . . one . . . thing she swore . . . she'd never do! Oaw!"
Jack laughed and clapped his hands. They'd won! They'd won!
Letitia's eyes and tongue lolled in her head as if she'd been struck dumb. Mercy licked upward like crazy into the liquid folds of Letitia's juicy pink gash, which was hot and steaming like a wet rag left on a radiator. Her tongue lapped through Letitia's sopping rag like a knife through melted butter, and squirts of Letitia's juice landed on her nose, dropped down, and were licked off by the thirsty blonde nurse.
It was unbelievable how wonderful all this made Mercy feel! A mouthful of cum had truly acted as an aphrodisiac drug.
She was hypnotized by sex. All she wanted to do was lick Letitia's cunt for the rest of her life, and get fucked, and be forced to suck off Jack.
Above her, somewhere in the distance, she could hear Letty's furiously filthy words, "Lick my cunt! You slave! Oooohhhh, you wonderful slave! Oh, daaaaaarling!"
The older woman thrust her heavily haired black snatch up at the young blonde girl's cream-covered face. Letitia's sloppy juice dripped off Mercy's chin and onto the bedclothes before she could swallow all of it, but fortunately she was drinking all she could handle from Letitia's hairy snatch.
Mercy kept her eyes open, though, her fingers like little worms as they played with Letitia's deliciously formed backside, rifling each cheek in turn. She could feel the older woman's curly black pubic hair soft and damp against her cheeks, and she felt as if she was buried in Letitia's cunt odor, but she loved it.
To see the voluptuous dark haired woman straining and squirming above her as Mercy ate her was terrifically exciting. Mercy reached up and grabbed one of Letitia's huge melonous tits, fingering the nipple adoringly as she buried her nose even deeper into Letitia's dark black twat.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Letitia squirmed wickedly as Mercy caught her sensitive clitoris in her ardent young lips, pulling on it, sucking on it, nibbling and chewing. Letitia felt as if she were being eaten alive. The feeling was so wonderful she wanted to faint dead away.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Lick my cunt! You SLAVE!"
Mercy didn't mind the term slave. In fact, she even liked it. The idea that she was in bondage, and thus forced to enjoy herself whether she wanted to or not, was somehow a spur to her pleasure. She could feel the entire area of her groin, cunt and anus continue to blow out juice at a furious rate.
And she was happy, there was no denying that. Now that she had at long last cast aside all considerations of decency or whatever, her body was free to enjoy itself in sex without any artificially constraining inhibitions.
"Lookit her eat," said Jack in wonder. "We've got ourselves a real rabbit here. A regular vegetable eater. We'll just have to keep feeding her more from now on. More cunt juice and cunt hair, more cum from my big leathery dick, and more cockmeat." He fingered his hugely thick eight-inch prick. Mercy had her gorgeously rounded ass to him, with its light blonde hairs floating languidly up the cavernous crack in her two juicy globes. A great idea occurred to him . . .
By now Mercy was wallowing in cuntal juice. It was all over her face, forehead, hair, and dripped from her chin. "More! More! More!" she cried, so excited and in love with Letitia's boiling cunt that she couldn't contain herself. She wanted to swallow whole oceans full of the stuff. Her depraved and degraded mind was full of whirling lights that began and ended in Letitia's cunt.
Letty meanwhile was more thrilled than ever. She humped her love-box heavily up at the blonde girl's lapping face, her fingers in the bright yellow hair, shouting obscenities as her groin hurtled from one shattering orgasm to the next.
"Lick my cunt, you fucking bitch! Dig your nose in it! Swallow all my cunt juice, you bitch!"
"Yes! Yes! More! Only give me more!" Mercy had finally reached the lower depths of depravity. She wanted Letitia's cuntal juice in her mouth now so desperately that she would have submitted to any indignity. Indeed the indignity only seemed to make her feel more wonderful, more will-less, more dissolved into mindless degradation . . .
Meanwhile, in back of the two squirming women, Jack still had his penis in his hand, but something new had been added. He had gone to Letitia's dressing table and opened ajar of Paquin's Extra Dry hand cream. This he applied lavishly all over his dick, then returned to the bed.
Mercy's juicy backside presented itself. It was a long time since he had invaded anyone in that quarter, he thought.
Still, if anyone was entitled to it, Mercy was.
She'd earned it, in fact.
He wanted to laugh crazily as he considered how tight she'd be and how painful it would be for her. He wanted to caress his dick at this beautiful thought, but didn't want to wipe off any of the cream, which would be necessary for lubrication.
She was a virgin in her cunt and he could imagine what she'd be like in her anus.
It was a beautiful thought, that he would be the first one to screw her gorgeous asshole, his face buried in all that yellow hair.
By now Letitia had blown off several times, but there was no sign that Mercy wanted to stop eating her. She kept yelling more and after each climax would keep eating her twat until Letitia came up again.
Jack put his hands on the softly rounded balls of Mercy's buttocks and pressed apart the meaty flesh. The blonde nurse was so lost in her own world of depravity that she scarcely noticed him.
He looked down at the winking brown hole, so small and defenseless. Then he brought up the side of his hand to wipe some juice from the blonde nurse's hotly dripping cunt. He wiped that juice along the anal crack, then actually worked a little-with his small finger-into the tightly puckered hole in the center.
Mercy groaned as his finger entered her asshole, only slightly aware of the depraved invasion of her nether quarter. Something felt good back there, but she wasn't sure what. It wasn't like defecating or copulating, but something close to both.
Blindingly close.
His little finger went into surprisingly easy, so he drew that out and then tried his index finger.
That was a little snugger, but still adequate. Mercy groaned in front of him and kept lapping Letitia's exhausted cunt. Jack worked in his middle finger, then tried both index finger and middle finger at once.
"Oh! Oh! That hurts!"
Mercy didn't know quite what was going on, but she was now aware of her pain. Jack's fingernails bit into the side walls of her asshole, making her cry out. And his two fingers in that slender tube were awfully tight. As the tips of his fingers bumped the sensitive gland at the top, a combination of pleasure and pain attacked her that was like nothing she had ever known before.
"Oh!Oh!That.. .hurrrrts!"
She stopped eating Letitia's cunt, leaving her dark-haired dominatrix lying there in an exhausted stupor. Mercy's long blond hair hung down lank and disheveled over Letty's legs and the bedspread, her graciously curved back and buttocks presented to Jack like a sacrificial offering.
"It'll only hurt for a minute, and then you're going to enjoy it, baby," Jack told her.
"Oh no! It hurts! Oh, Mr. Armstrong, it hurts terribly, darling!"
When she said the word darling it was as if she'd bitten the end of his prick, and served only to spur him on. Now he would have fought off demons to fuck her glowing young asshole with its brown winking star.
"It'll only take a minute," he grunted, parting the walls of her ass with two hands.
A cool breeze swept up into her nether orifice as his fingers were-to her relief-removed. But then she felt his hands parting her buttocks cheeks and felt the log-like bump and thumb of his cock as it came rolling through her shit cavern, stroking first one side and then the other.
"No!" she screamed. "Oh no, please." Tears of expected pain sprang from her eyes. She had had all the pain that day that she could possibly stand. She had firsthand-and mouth, and cunt-experience of the huge possibilities of Jack's massive boom. Was he really going to expect-could he actually mean to-would he really try to stuff that enormous thing up her backside without her even mewling consent. . . ?
"Up the old dirt road, baby . . . " Jack grabbed her ass solidly so that there was no escape. Her face was mashed sideways against the bedspread and Letitia held her captive by her long blonde hair. What could she do to save herself from this final degradation?
Long sobs of agony emitted from the throat of his blonde victim, exciting Jack all the more. He brought the tip of his giant prick right up against her asshole and shoved.
Without much effect.
He let her asscheeks close caressingly around his prick. Then lie brought his hands around and grabbed her hanging tit jugs, milking them as if she were a cow, but actually gripping for the purpose of leverage. "Ow!"
Very, very slowly, he parted the tiny winking crack with his cock until it was in almost an inch. Before him on the bed his sobbing victim wept all the harder.
Jack worked his cock slightly, then rested for a few moments until gradually her asshole juiced and softened. Then he worked it some more. He rested his face in her long blonde hair and let his hands run like snakes over her huge breasts. Her voluptuously curved ass felt wonderful against his hairy chest. Everything about their adventure was marvelously obscene.
With each extra inch he pushed his giant rod in, Mercy let out fresh cries of pain. Finally he had it in a full four inches, then worked it around and drew it out. Then he crashed back in to the limits of his power, but it still would gain only one additional inch.
"Oh! Oh! It hurts!"
"Say you like to fuck."
"I like it! I like it! But it-ooooh, it hurts!"
"No, say 'I love to fuck.' Go on, say it!"
"Yes, oh, I do! I love to fuck! Oh God, yes! Yes, I love it! I love to suck! I love to eat cunt!"
There, it was said and out in the open at last! With Jack's rod like a mighty log inside her behind, there was not much else she could do but submit. My God, she thought, saliva dripping from her open pink lip, it's like being impaled on a stake. Joan of Arc must have felt like this-or a pig on a spit. . .
Jack laughed and shoved it in another inch, dredging a groan from his lovely blonde captive.
It was almost all the way in now, but it was excruciating not to be able to force it in all the way! If only the frowzy bitch would relax a little!
"Relax, goddammit, it'll be easier."
"I can't, I can't! Oh, it hurts!"
There was no use talking to her further. There was nothing that would convince her. He would just have to work it in slowly, in and out, in and out . . .
It was almost all the way in now. He rested on her back, his face in her golden hair, catching his breath. Just a little further now . . .
He felt her back passage widen and loosen slightly. It caressed his cock more than it had before.
Then finally it widened out completely.
"Oh, darling," Jack groaned as his prick slid home the final distance into her snug virginal shit-hole. "That's wonderful, baby . . . "
An electrical shock shook her savagely as the top of his prick bumped the sensitive rubbery gland at the top of her asshole. "Eeeek! Oh! Ooooooohhh my!"
Jack smiled. Now he was where he wanted her. Fucking her asshole. "You're a great little ass-fuck," he said admiringly in all honesty, running his hand over her creamy sleek flanks.
Mercy groaned and waved her yellow hair around. Some of the pain had gone and was being replaced by something else very wonderful.
As she reached the borderline between pain and pleasure, she wondered how it was that she could have ever considered what they were doing to be obscene in the slightest degree . . .
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Oh, that's it, baby . . . I'm fucking your ass . . . " Jack groaned. "Do you like it? Tell me you like it."
With this he made a threatening move to remove his lust-bloated cock from her tightly constricted anal passage, but her asshole clutched him wildly, trying to retain his prick.
"Yes! Yes! I love it! All right! I love your penis inside my backside!"
"No no, that's not it," said Jack as if he were instructing a reluctant pupil. "Say that you like to have my cock fucking your asshole. That's what I want you to say . . . or I'll take it out!"
"I love it! I love to have your cock fucking my asshole like this! Darling!"
Jack sighed and smiled. He looked over at Letitia, who gave him a lazy and a wave in return.
They had won. It had taken a lot of fucking and sucking and lapping and dirt-roading to do it, but they had won. This beautiful blonde girl was going to be their slave for the rest of her life.
"That's it, baby," Jack wheezed, well satisfied, and he began grinding his cock in and out of her asshole.
Looking down, he could see how much easier it was slipping now. He pushed it all the way in and made her grunt and thrash mindlessly, like a leaf in a breeze. Her entire life was wrapped around his cock now, and it was gratifying to consider that domination.
As he slid his cock out again, it gleamed with the cream on it, almost all of which now coated the interior of her bung-hole as well. It shone and reflected. That mighty rod, sliding in and out, being gripped snugly but lovingly by her brown wrinkled asshole.
"Baby . . . " his eyes rolled skyward. The sensation around his cock was wonderful. "You're the best. . . the best. . . ass-fuck I ever . . . oh . . . "
In and out, in and out. Watching it sliding in, oozing with slick white cream, clutched by her brown asshole with its golden hairs guarding the rectal aperture.
He gripped her waist and pulled her tightly forward, dredging a broken cry from her parched and thirsty lips. His hands foraged around her enormous tits, pulling at her nipples till she squealed with pain.
Then he drew it out again.
And repeated the process. Again. Again.
Again!
Now he was ramming her harder and she was crying out with joy. "Oh wonderful! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! Keep fucking me! Please! Keep fucking my backside!"
"Asshole," he corrected in a voice too low for her to hear, just a little pissed off that she wasn't paying close attention.
Jack groaned and wiggled his dick back and forth inside her, making the helpless sodomized blonde jerk with pleasure at his expert technique.
His eyes closed tightly shut with the savage pleasure of it. She was truly one in a million Those opulent hips perfect for child-bearing, the massive tits . . . her long blonde hair . . . everything combined to make Mercy a female who was made for love and for love alone.
"Ohhhmmmp . . . Christ, you're a great . . . ass-fuck.. . " He grunted and rolled with her, dredging her belly like an excavator. It was so wonderful to be screwing her rear that he couldn't remember when he'd been happier.
And then he felt it thundering towards him . . . a towering orgasm that was more like tidal wave of pleasure, sweeping everything in its path.
Slowly at first, then picking up momentum as it made his teeth rattle in his head, and his toes curl up. Atomic particles inside his hairy nuts began colliding with each other, setting off a variety of chain reactions. His own bung-hole began to feel decidedly uneasy, as if it might suddenly decide to fart stars or comets.
"Oh! Oh! Christ! You beautiful cunt! You beautiful ass-fuck! Aaahhhhhoooaaaaaaah . . . "
His cock began jerking wildly as he started shooting his white hot spunk into her shit-tube. A series of miniature atomic explosions seemed to be taking place throughout his groin as he screamed obscenities to her every inch of the way to a wildly humping conclusion.
As for Mercy, she felt a rush of delirious happiness as Jack paid her the ultimate compliment. She could feel his hot spunky cum come shooting her asshole, drenching it with lust.
Just feeling his sperm splatting against her asshole walls was enough or her to generate a minor mini-orgasm all her own. And now she knew she was happy at last. . . and at peace.
And desperately in love with both of these wonderful people . . . who had shown her the light and changed her life completely around . . .
* * *
The fading light of the afternoon danced fitfully in the dust beams through the windows on the west side of the room. Nurse Mercy Gnaster, the tall blonde young woman with the high-set, torpedo-like breasts, lay first on her belly, then on her back, her enormous pointed tits heading skyward. Her proportions were lovely beyond belief. Her mane of long blonde hair was a cushion against her back. She had one leg up, revealing the gentle-but now tight and dry-folds of her lightly haired young cunt. One arm was thrown dramatically over her pretty face to shield her eyes; she appeared to be dozing.
In back of her and slightly to the rear, her belly cushioned against the big blonde's shoulder, Letitia lay against the pillows, her thick black hair spread out in back of her like a fan. She ran her fingers through Mercy's golden hair and sighed languorously with contentment. Her huge tits-size 44D-were heavily traced with blue veins. Her enormously aureoled nipples were crumpled like parchment, waiting for a sucking mouth-preferably Mercy's The huge aureoles served as expansionary mounds that any man would have happy to fondle and swallow. Down below, in her pubic region, her hair was thick and darkly black, concealing an eager little cunt that got juicy quite easily.
Her legs were long and well-shaped, voluptuous and inclined to a meatiness which was kept in check by careful dieting.
* * *
The male in this triangle, Jack, lay exhausted and naked in a chair. After screwing Mercy's asshole he hadn't had the energy left to even climb up on the bed with the two women. So he just sat there, sort of mindlessly, a silly little smile plastered across his face. His penis lay limply across his thighs, covered with dried cum.
* * *
Across the lawn outside, the sun was on its way to the western horizon, casting masterful shadows across everything on the estate. Bubbles showed on the waters of the pool where sand flies committed sexual improprieties with each other. Birds whistled in the treetops.
The spring day couldn't have been pleasanter or more conducive to heavy dozing after their long series of extemporaneous debauchery.
So all of these three could have been forgiven for not noticing the opening of the door to the bedroom . . . and the shadow that was cast lengthily, across the plush sea green carpet by . . .
"Grandpa!"
Jack sat bolt upright in his chair.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The aged Grandfather Winslow, presumably half way on his way to the land of the dead only a few short hours ago, was standing at the door, resting on his cane.
"Grandpa!" Letitia exclaimed, also coming bolt upright and shoving Mercy aside. The tall blonde nurse shivered. It was eerie to see a man so old, whom she had only just momentarily fucked, coming out of his paralysis like this.
"Got-to-sit.. . down . . . "
Grandpa staggered to a chair. Jack jumped up in order to help him. "Not. . . used . . . to speaking.. . like this," Grandpa went on. "I'm a little rusty . . . "
"Christ, Grandpa," Jack said. "This is terrific. What's happened?"
"I don't know exactly," the old withered man croaked. "All I know is that after I fucked Letitia-no offense intended-the feeling started to come back into my limbs and vocal chords. I think getting sucked and fucked and jagged off has had a lot to do with it."
Mercy looked despondent. "I suppose you won't be needing me anymore then," she said.
Grandpa cackled like a chicken. "Don't think it for a minute!" he said. "We'll all need you. Won't we, children of mine?"
Letitia and Jack nodded eagerly. Letitia started sucking on Mercy's tits and fondling them while Jack gave the blonde nurse a deep, soul-French kiss and stuck two fingers into her dripping young snatch.
Grandfather Winslow began laughing uproariously, then started coughing in such a severe way that Jack had to come over and slap him on the back.
"Better, grandpa?"
"Mmmmmm, much."
"I didn't want to hurt you, but I was afraid you were going to bust a gut. Should I get you some clothes? You might freeze your ass off like that."
Grandpa waved him away. "Doesn't matter a damn anyway. I don't want to be bothered with clothes. If I spend time putting clothes on and taking them off, I'll miss some of the fun around here. I'll spend more time dressing and undressing than my life's worth. You just figure out how much time a man must spend getting in and out of his fuckin' clothes. Probably takes at least several years of your life, if the truth were known."
"Mmmmmm, you're probably right," Jack agreed. "I once figured out that if I locked and unlocked the doors of my car every time I left it, I'd probably spend thirteen months of my entire life doing nothing but that. I've left them open ever since." He looked at Letitia for corroboration and she nodded. "Right, honey? . . . Let the burglars have it. Anyway, it's insured. That's good enough."
"Long winded son of a bitch, aren't you?" grandpa wheezed, looking up at him through one squinting eye. "I don't want to spend the few remaining moments of my life listening to you talk either." He tapped his cane dramatically and ran his fingers through his thinning white hair. "Letty, bring me a pen and paper!"
Letty shrugged and jumped off the bed, her huge jugs swinging free.
She found a pen and paper and returned to grandpa.
"Give me something to write on," he commanded.
The dark-haired wanton looked around, located an old writing portfolio from one of the airlines and dropped it across his knobby old knees.
Grandpa began scribbling.
It didn't take him long to finish what he had in mind, and then he signed it with a flourish and handed it up to Letitia. "Read that," he said.
Mercy meanwhile had been putting on some under things-bra, panties, hose, garters, and finally a slip that went over her head. She shook out her flaxen hair. "I'm getting cold," she said.
"I've signed over my entire fortune to you and Jack to do with as you please," said Grandpa. "I don't want any more fussing about who's getting what from me. I'm bored with my money, damned tired of it. And anyway, where would I want to go on it? My money would only distract me from the sucking and fucking that's going to be going on over here."
Letitia looked up from the paper. "He's right, Jack," she said with a trace of wonder in her normally husky voice. "He's signed over everything to us."
Jack came to look at grandpa's last will and testament over her shoulder. Grandpa continued, "And all I ask, is that you continue to let me participate. I swear I think that's what cured me!"
Grandpa punched parts of his body. "Holey-moley, never felt better. It's a goddamned miracle."
Mercy was very pleased to hear that she wouldn't be summarily asked to leave. The two Armstrongs had made her so happy that she never wanted to be away from them ever again.
She fluffed out her long yellow hair and suggested to Grandfather Winslow, "Wouldn't you be more comfortable on the bed, grandpa?"
"Hell, no," he muttered through toothless gums.
"I've been flat on my back for months. I'm tickled to death to be sitting here. But come on over here, anyway."
Mercy did as she was told. She was becoming quite used to bondage by now.
She smiled as she approached him and fell to her knees, taking his soft old penis into her delicate white hand. "You're a decent and kind man, grandfather," she said. "I almost feel as if you're my own grandfather."
"You can think of me any way you like, honey," he said, patting the top of her yellow hair. He reached down to grab one of the globby aureoles peeping through the holes in her bra. Squeezing it gave him quite a thrill.
Mercy obliged him still further by standing up and pressing one of her huge titties squash into his face, holding the back of his scrawny head while he sucked on it.
"Oh, grandpa, you sure know how to suck on a breast," she murmured.
He did, too. He was sucking in as much of the surrounding flesh as possible, savoring the delicious quality of her nipple and tit with its tiny pimples.
"That's not very fair," Letitia said, finishing reading the will and folding it up to deposit on a dressing table. "You're getting to have grandpa suck on your tits and I'm not getting anything."
"I think you both should work him over," said Jack, grinning, but naturally a bit jealous.
The two women looked at each other.
"But in order to do that grandpa will have to get on the bed," Mercy suggested.
Grandpa was still running his hands over the tall blonde's delicious contours. As Letitia came over, he reached for his granddaughter's attractive black snatch and inserted two fingers into her moistening love-box.
Juice ran copiously down his fingers onto his withered old wrist. Mercy sighed with delight and got to her knees again. Now that Letitia was here she could do what she really wanted to do, and that was suck on the old man's prick.
Once on her knees, she rolled grandpa's cock around like a big fat worm, letting her tongue dart out for quick, teasing little licks until it gradually hardened again.
By now Letitia had picked up one of her massive tits and was stuffing it into the old man's mouth. His hands were all over her ass globes and feeling around inside for the deep brown pucker of her asshole.
Finally Mercy took the old man's entire prick into her mouth, surprised to find that somehow it was even more delicious soft than hard. She let it fill up her mouth and began sucking very gently.
But Letitia was dissatisfied and restless. It wasn't enough to have her titties sucked . . . she wanted the old man to eat her. That would be the ultimate release.
Finally she jerked her tit out of his toothless mouth and dragged him over to the bed, with Mercy following after. Stretched out on the bed, the old man was treated to the double delight of having Mercy sucking him off, her long blonde hair wafting over his knees, while Letitia swung her long meaty leg over his face and finally squashed her hairy dripping pussy right down over his mouth and nose.
Grandpa was so famished for cunt juice after so many months paralyzed, that he immediately wrapped his arms around Letitia's delicious ass and began sucking and gnawing on her boiling hot pussy for all he was worth. Juice slopped all over her face and he loved it, drinking as fast as he could.
"Get over," said Jack, coming up behind Mercy. She immediately slid over and presented her raw ass to him. By now her asshole was so well lubricated that it was no trick at all for Jack to shove his dick all the way up it right into a teeth-jarring ass-fuck.
"Oh! Oh!" the hot young blonde exclaimed, trying to keep sucking a the same time.
So Jack reamed her asshole, and Mercy sucked off grandpa, while the old man ate out Letitia's black cunt-hole for all he was worth.
Outside, the sun was at last going down. It had been a busy day in the Winslow household.
But not so busy as all the wonderful days that were still to cum!
