Chapter 2
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 leached 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 tha 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 -- the 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 slim 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 dub. 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, goddamnit!" He slapped her on the back of the head and Letitia made a little mewling sound of surrender. Her bright lipsticked 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.
"Oh, Jack ... Jack ... you're hurting ... me . ooohh."
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 carmined 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 hip's 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.