Chapter 5
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 flavourful 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 dean. 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. Mmm, 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 fancy 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. Lefty 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, swivelled 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, we'll both be in trouble. And we'll 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."
Lititia 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 bap 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 unclipped 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 ...