Chapter 14
"Oh, that's it, baby ... I'm fucking your ass ..." Jack groaned. "Do you like it? Tell me you like it."
"Aahh ... oohhh ... Mr. Armstrong ... that's nice ..."
"Tell me you like to get fucked in your asshole."
"Well, I ..."
"Tell me or I'll stop!"
With this he made a theatening 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 ... assfuck 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 form her perched and thirsty lips. His hands foraged around her enormous tita, pulling at her nipples till she squealed with pain.
Then he drew it out again.
And repeated the process. 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 ... assfuck ..." 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 assfuck! 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 dustbeams 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 sandflies 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."
"Mmmm, 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 underthings -- 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 I. etitia 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 assfuck.
"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!