Chapter 10
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!
"That's it, grandpa! Ohmygod! Don't stop! Oh grandpa! I think I'm coming! Oh God, I know I'm coming! Oh! Oh! OH! Ahhhhhheee'aaaaaah! OH YES! YESSSSSS!"
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.
"OH! OH! PLEASE! Don't hurt meeeeee .. . OH! OH! Daaaaaarling!"
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 shag 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. ...