Chapter 1
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. "Ooooooohhh, 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 on 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 forger-fuck his wife. Her pouting redlips -- 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 her struggled to lap up every last drop.