Chapter 7
"Oh-oh-OH! NO! Please! Please don't do that! OH!"
What Mrs. Armstrong was doing to her was filthy, but somehow Mercy lacked the strength to resist her. In fact she couldn't help twisting her long fingers into the older woman's thick jet black hair as Letitia's tongue licked hungrily at the sloppy wet folds of her cunt.
To Letitia, the taste of Mercy's hot young pussy was almost too good to be true. She went all the way in with her nose and her mouth, lapping thirstily at all the juice dripping from the sides of Mercy's wet cuntal walls. She could feel the prim young virgin's blonde pubic hair wafting silkily against her cheeks, and then the sopping damp cunt was covering her face like a wet rubber mask, or one of those ether masks they gave. to people undergoing surgery.
Lititia licked, sucked and nibbled hungrily, like a woman possessed. She had never had anything as clean and pure as Mercy. It was like violating the Pure Food and Drug Act to go down on her. And her scent was virtually nonexistent, with just the slightest trace of musk. She was just a baby where sex was concerned, even though she did have hair on her cunt.
"OH! OH! OH!" Mercy's legs, long and lean as they were, began to gyrate wildly, as if she were riding a bicycle. She couldn't seem to control herself. She clutched Letitia's long black hair and tried to draw the older woman's face deeper and deeper into her burning young cunt.
The helpless young blonde love-slave just couldn't believe the way she was feeling. It was as if a whole new world had opened up to her. Each new experience seemed more sensational than the last. Her last orgasm had been even more shattering than the first one she had made herself. And with this new one coming she could almost sense that her nerve endings were about to explode like a whole string of firecrackers.
There was no way to rationalize it; she was enjoying herself deliriously, but she couldn't seem to help it. Her body, her weak flesh, had taken possession of her will. Her breasts felt as if they were bursting, and craved to be sucked upon. Her nipples had hardened and flared up over an inch high.
Letitia was licking like a maniac, working her tongue and face first one way, then another. Occasionally she masturbated the helpless blonde with her nose, rubbing its bridge furiously against Mercy's bobbing and electrically sensitive clitoris.
"Oh my! Oh my! Jesus -- oh!"
Mercy could feel her new orgasm rushing toward her with the force of an avalanche. Humping her cunt against Mrs. Armstrong's had been sensational, but this was a combination of agony and ecstasy that no woman could possibly stand more than a single second. God, she thought, so this is sex. It was incredible. No wonder people made so much of it. This was what she had been ignoring all these years.
No wonder Mrs. Armstrong's body had bucked so crazily when her husband had done this to her on the patio. The feeling was indescribable.
"Jesus! Oh my! MY! OH! OH! OH!"
It came. In a torrent, in a flood. Exploding stars seethed in her belly like the embers of a fire cast high into the night. With one final cry and wild thrashing of legs, her orgasm came rushing at her with unopposable force, burning up her nerve endings, making her belly and nicely rounded pelvis gyrate ecstatically. She would never be able to remember the fierce cries and moans that were ripped by it from her helpless lips. Something to do with God.
God, she thought, this is wonderful. It's almost like dying. It burns you out. If this is sex, it's the most wonderful thing in the world. ...
"OH! OH! OH! EEEEEEYYYIIIEEEEEE!"
The force of her orgasm overwhelmed. She felt as if her whole insides were spilling out into Letitia's rapidly licking, sucking and swallowing face. Where did it come from ... all that splashy stuff? If Mrs. Armstrong were a cat, she would have been dripping from her whiskers.
As it was, the older woman's mouth and cheeks were covered with a shining, sticky liquid. As she whimpered and shook throughout her shattering orgasm, Mercy could scarcely believe that so much liquid of completion had come from her very own body. _
"Ooohhhhhh ... oohhhh ... mymymy ... ooohhhhhh. ..."
Letitia waited until Mercy had completely finished shivering and was sighing contentedly before she moved her face away. She licked all the sticky cum from the top part of Mercy's exhausted legs and wiped her cheeks on the bedsheet. Then, looking around, she caught a glimpse of Jack entering the room and concealing himself in a shadowy corner.
She shook her head to indicate that she needed more time.
Then she lifted herself up and gazed down at the softly breathing blonde beauty of her young charge.
Mercy was truly glorious in the aftermath of lovemaking. She lay there with her legs mindlessly open and widely spread apart, the glistening folds of her exposed young pussy still wet with her cum.
Surrounding that glistening cunt were the sparse yellow hairs dripping with the shiny drops from her cunt. Above that, the beautifully rounded belly and flaring hips made for child-bearing.
Letitia's hungry eyes followed that into the tiniest waist she had ever seen, so small a man could almost fit his hands around it. That waist flared upward into a rapidly breathing ribcage set below enormous, torpedo-hard breasts that jutted upward, high and uptilted, curving up like a ski slope into huge, rocklike nipples, rosy and bulbous, surrounded by a melonous secondary mound covered with tiny pimples.
"God," Letitia breathed, "you beauty .you. And you're mine, all mine!"
Her hands rummaged around her proud possession, anxious to search every nook and cranny of it. Letitia's eyes flew to the angelic oval face, breathing softly through tiny nostrils and pink lips. The long blonde hair formed a halo around Mercy's beautiful head and upper body, so long that the longest ends of it rested underneath her delicious curved buttocks like a cushion or a lion's mane. In that beautiful young face, soft and undefined, long dark lashes rested on cheeks rosey form orgasmic exertion, flicking slightly from time to time as if in the merest zephyr.
But was the girl ready for Jack? Was she still a threat to them?
They had to be certain beyond a reasonable doubt. Their entire were at stake here.
Instinctively Letitia's mouth fell upon Mercy's huge upstanding tits, which she had so neglected in her fierce rush. With this the blonde love-slave opened her eyes and began to protest, but only weakly.
"No -- oh, please ... don't ... you mustn't ... ooooooh, it's so wrong . please ..."
Mercy's eyes closed again as Letitia's mouth sucked hungrily first on one tit, then on the other, sucking in as much of the surrounding breastflesh as possible. She was like a baby suckling, except that she also squeezed and held Mercy's breast firmly in her hand, making the young nurse occasionally squeal with a pain mixed with pleasure.
"Oooohhh ... humrrrt ... squeeeze ... oohhh you're hurrrting me ..."
As Letitia continued to suck, Mercy's complaint gradually eased, and her long forgers began gently stroking the older woman's long dark hair.
It was the first time in her life that anyone had ever sucked on her breasts, and she couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. She closed her eyes in a delirium of lust and pleasure, a genuine affection for her dominatrix gradually expanding within.
Letitia continued to squeeze and pull on the elegant young breasts, sucking each one in turn, then back again, leaving red suck-and-bite marks where she had been. Her tongue lashed the rosy nippled tips into a frenzy of desire, and wiping her fingers into the sopping folds of Mercy's juicy young cunt, she could see that the voluptuous blonde nurse was ready again.
What a Venus, Letitia thought. This girl was made for nothing but love. It's the one thing she was made for her entire life. And she hasn't known it until now. Me and Jack are busting her fucking cherry.
Finally Letitia gripped both breasts tightly in her hands and began whipping her tongue back and forth from one nipple to the other as she squeezed them.
In the background, out of the corner of her eye, Jack's shadow began to move. ...
Letitia knifed the side of her hand up into Mercy's dripping young cunt as the young girl groaned mindlessly. Then she slid down once more, pushed Mercy's resting long legs effortlessly apart, and moved her head forward to lick the young blonde once again between her cuntal lips ...
"Oooooohhh ..." Mercy sighed. "That's nice. Oooooohhhhhh, that's so nice ..." She tried to guide Letitia's head as she licked and sucked on the bobbing little pleasure button. "Don't stop
don't ever stop ..."
Mercy's eyes were shut, so that she didn't actually see Letitia leave.
All she knew was that there was suddenly a cooling breeze blowing on the mouth of her sticky cunt. She reached for Letitia's head, but it wasn't there.
There were footsteps on the carpet, an exchange of whispers, and then suddenly a hairy body coming atop hers. ...
"What! Mr. Armstrong!"
Jack had filled the gap between her open legs before Mercy had opened her eyes to find out what was going on. Now he was there, very hairy all over, and ...
"Mr. Armstrong! Stop! You can't do this! This is WRONG!" Her pretty face grimacing, she pushed at his broad shoulders, struggling to get him off of her, terror beating in her chest like a drum.
"Come on, baby, just relax. You wanted to fuck us, now we're fucking you instead. That's fair enough."
The point of his penis was pushed through the portals of her open wet cunt before she could stop him, and before she knew what was happening it had bumped like a hammer into her tough little hymen.
"Mr. Armstrong! You're hurting me!" she screamed, struggling.
"Well, you're hurting me, too. Can't you just lie back and enjoy it? Christ, you're a real little wildcat, aren't you?"
He gripped her wrists and pushed her arms back over her golden head. "Anyway, Mr. Armstrong is too formal. You can call me Jack, considering how well we know each other. All my friends do."
Her eyes blazed. "I'll call a policeman, that's what I call, if you don't let me go this instant!"
"I was afraid you'd say that. Okay, grab her arms, honey."
Mercy was suddenly surprised to have her arms jerked up and over, in back of her head. She could not see what it was Letitia was using to bind up her wrists to the bedposts, but she could certainly feel it.
Despite her best attempts, there was no way for the blonde young slave to get her wrists released, and in another moment they were bound too securely for her to even attempt it.
"That'll show you who's boss," Letitia sneered, her huge pendant tits waggling. She smacked the young woman on the side of the head and Mercy winced. '
Jack was still struggling to break through Mercy's tough little hymen, and it was no easy task. A line of sweat broke out across his forehead and upper lip. His whole face was screwed up with effort. "Christ, don't hit her," he cursed. "It's hard enough as it is. I'm trying to get this goddamn thing in."
Mercy closed her eyes and began to pray. She could not deny that the knobby head of Mr. Armstrong's cock, nabbing against her heavily sensitive cuntal walls, made her feel ... well, if felt very good. ...
She knew it was dirty to feel this way, but she couldn't deny the very clear signals her nerve endings were sending up her spinal column. It was good, it was good, it was good ... Oh my God, it's wonderful, just wonderful ...
Jack hadn't screwed such a tight little cunt since he was twelve years old. The fact that Mercy was tied up and helpless made it all the more exciting somehow. His hands ran like snakes under the beautifully smooth balls of her ass.
He was screwing her gently now, more gently than before, her pleas for mercy falling on totally deaf ears.
"Oh please, Mr. Armstrong," she wept, her huge breasts wobbling in their fleshy white sacks. "Please don't do this. Please ... I promise I won't go to the police ..."
But it wouldn't have mattered what she said at this point. By now Jack had to have her at all costs. He had been watching her for days, getting increasingly excited, and now she was in-his power. The odds for his taking his knobby cock out of her soft wet cuntal outskirts were virtually nonexistent.
He gazed down at her huge bullet breasts and smiled, well-pleased. Clutching both of her tits in his two hands, he squeezed and twisted them as hard as he could, bringing forth weeping mewls from the helpless blonde, whose pretty face was by now streaked with tears.
"Ooooh don't ... you're ... oooh, you're hurting meee ..."
Her plea for mercy made him feel as if she had bitten the head of his cock. She was a snug little bitch! God how he wanted with excruciating agony to plunge in to the hilt of his power. ...
"Love fucking you," he said, twisting her tits every which way in his hands, then bending his head to lick and suck at them.
The tormented girl began to sigh long, eternal sighs of release. She didn't really want him to do this to her, but then on the other hand she knew that if he had tried to withdraw she would have protested violently. '
"Is she a good fuck, honey?" came Letitia's voice somewhere in the background.
"Mmm -- she's the best -- uh, next to you, honey. Christ, don't distract me. Can't you see I'm trying to fuck the shit out of this little cunt?"
Their ugly words stung Mercy, and she prayed for guidance. Still, as her pussy moistened still further from Jack's cock gently screwing, a feeling of wonder overtook her, and it was probably true that at that point, if her arms had been untied, she probably would have wrapped them around Jack's back in ecstasy.
She was still snug, thought Jack, but not so snug as before. Her cuntal walls seemed to be falling away on all sides now as he wormed deeper into her. It was agony not to be able to go all the way, but in the long run the gentle way would be best for them. So he screwed her easily, a little bit in, a little bit out, deeper each time -- until he bumped her hymen again!
"Ow!"
Only now her little cherry did not seem quite. so firm. He lay on top of her, sighing with passion and exertion, squashing her enormous breasts under his chest. Then, though she tried to turn her face away, he caught her mouth with his and plunged his tongue full length down her throat.
His hands came up between them,. his cock still not moving any further. He felt his fingers into the drip of her pussy, then brought them down the crack of her bottom to try to insert one juicy finger into her anus, but met total blockage.
So that's how it's going to be, huh? Okay, that does it. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
With one determined lunge, and pulling on her asscheeks with his hands, he broke through the sorely pressed membrane and went up, up, up into her beautifully rounded white belly with his burgeoning eight inch cock!
"Oh!" Mercy gasped, a throttled cry of pain mixed with pleasure breaking from her swan-like throat. "Oh!" She struggled to get free, not knowing just what to do with herself. It was like being impaled on a stake, burning but good all at the same time.
This was it, Jack thought deliriously. At last he had gotten his savage purple cock all the way into her. He could feel the walls, of her vagina implanting a million tiny kisses on it as he let it soak, throbbing, in her caressing wetness.
His heart fluttered in his outsized chest. At last. At last. All the way. Inside her. Whatever else happened in his life, this moment he would always remember.
"Ahh," he sighed, stroking her back lovingly. He had put his arms around her again, and now he buried his nose in her long blonde hair, which was deliciously fragrant. Her huge melons pressed against his chest, and in back of him he could feel Letitia picking up the blonde nurse's legs and wrapping them around his waist.
Mercy didn't need any urging for that. The pain of his entry was subsiding, and with it a tidal wave of pleasure was baking the walls of her cunt and making her osmote fluid into it deliriously.
Snorting through his hairy nostrils, Jack began gently fucking her, pulling his cock out with her vaginal walls clinging to it joyously on the upsurge, then dropping back ecstatically as he pushed his rod back home.
"How does that feel?" he whistled in her ear. "Good, huh?"
Mercy nodded instinctively. She began to feel as if she were going blind. Her whole life seemed to begin and end in the center of their cock-cunt connection down below. The sensation was so severe she would have died if he stopped or paused for a single instant.
"Don't you think every girl in the world would like to know how good this feels?" he whispered in her shell-like little ear.
"... how good this feels ..." she echoed back, hypnotized. The feeling in her groin was growing by leaps and bounds: It was a bright sun full of sensation.
"But they don't know, do they? They don't know how good this feels ..."
"They don't ... know ... can't know ... how good ... this feels . ." Her eyes became glazed over with passion. The wonderful feeling in her cunt grew and grew. Where would it ever end?"
"Untie her!" Jack barked at Letitia suddenly, his hands rummaging the fleshy rondures of Mercy's ass.
"But Jack -- "
"Goddamn it, untie her! I know what I'm doing!"
Seeing the glazed look come into Mercy's eyes, he had a hunch that she had been broken. And this was as good a time to test it as possible, while he was skewering her to the limit. There weren't many girls who didn't fall in love with him once he had his massive boom inside them, he thought with some pride.
Shrugging, Lefty untied the nylon stockings she had used to tie Mercy's slender wrists to the bedposts behind her head.
And Jack was right! The minute Mercy had her wrists free, her arms wrapped around him ecstatically and she began humping back at his rapidly fucking cock quite furiously.
"See that, mama? I was right!"
Letitia laughed evilly. The little philly was really going to town. Not that many women could resist Jack once he had that big thunder of inside of them.
"God, what a fuck! Look it her!"
"OH! OH! OH!"
Jack began screwing her like crazy, first one way and then the other. She was really losing her head, and this excited him all the more. He rammed her and rammed her, punching her womb with the heavy knob head of his prick until she cried out.
Mercy's whimpers, whines, cries, pleadings, moans and groans increased spasmodically, then escalated wildly. She began bucking like a horse until he could no longer contain her.
"Come on, baby. Come with daddy together."
And then he felt it. The murderous boiling in his balls. Sperm boiling in its primitive cauldron, anxious to break out ...
"I'm coming! Oh Jesus, I'm coming!" he squalled.
Mercy didn't need any warning, for she was coming, too. It built up like the hammer head of a giant rain cloud, then burst into her cunt with all the force of lightning striking a tree in a heavy storm.
"OH! OH! OH! DON'T STOP!" she screamed.
She didn't have to worry. The sperm came boiling up out of Jack's nuts, lurching drunkenly across the bridge of his dick, and then, his neck muscles straining with everything in them, his hips began. shuddering through one of the most wonderful orgasms he'd ever had in his life ...
Spitting sperm deeply into Mercy's hungry womb, as the young blonde nurse began shivering with her own coming, sighing, wheezing and whistling with ecstasy.
Their juices mixed together as Jack spat his cum deep into her sloppy wet twat, shuddering seven times before he finished. Mercy felt delightfully the cum spitting inside of her, and bathed his cock and pubic hair in her own burning hot love-juice until gleaming clear stickum was dripping off the hairs in both their crotches.
Envious of the gleaming cock-cunt connection between them, Letitia inserted her dark head between them to lick the juice off Jack's rapidly sliding and deflating cock . licking both his cock and her cunt, and all the juice dripping of the hairs under their bellies....
Mercy couldn't remember when in her life she had ever felt so fantastic. As her legs fell limply down over Jack's gradually depumping ass, there was a lassitude and happiness in them that was not of this world.
If this was what sex was, then it was the greatest thing in the world!
She couldn't believe the incredible feelings that had been generated and churned out of her shivering being. Sex was like being a china vase and being cracked open with a hammer into a million little pieces.
Sex was tingling implosion that turned all of one's nervous system into a tracery of flame.
Sex was -- sex was a beast that devoured you, if you were a helpless young girl like herself.
And she was ashamed, too. Ashamed of the wonderful feelings she had felt. Ashamed of her wanton harlot's response to Jack's rampant fornication.
As for Jack, he was pretty well pleased with himself. As he withdrew his lessening member from her hotly clutching little cunt, he was pleased to death with himself that he had finally succeeded in giving it to her. He had wanted to fuck Mercy for the longest time, had watched her and longed for her; her beautiful long legs, nicely tanned, her tiny waist, her huge uplifting breasts, her pert clean face and long blonde hair.
He had been not a little surprised to find that she was a natural blonde.
That had made it all the better, of course.
He left his cock resting warmly soft in the dissipated young nurse as he ran his hands over her breasts and sucked on her nipples. Occasionally he dipped his fingers into the warm pool of juice centered between the young blonde's widely open legs, sucking the juice off his fingers.
"How do you feel now, little Miss Prim-and-Proper?" he asked the dazed and dozing Mercy.
Mercy only shook her head.
Letitia answered for her, "I'll tell you how she feels. She feels great, Jack. It takes a woman to know that. After being fucked by that big thing of yours, there's no woman in the world anywhere who wouldn't feel great. Right, honey?"
But Mercy was still silent, off in some weakly resting dream world of her own.
Letitia shrugged and began sucking on one of ` the helpless girl's tits. Jack also grabbed one and started sucking on it. It seemed like a contest to see which one would draw milk first.
Then they both put their fingers into Mercy's dampish pussy, making their young blonde love-slave squirm. This also caused Mercy to open her eyes.
And when she did, a flood of revulsion hit her like a tidal wave.
"I -- I hate you both ..." she croaked.
Letitia and Jack looked at each other. Jack was the first to speak. "I'll be a sonofabitch," he said. "This cunt isn't anywhere near softened up enough."
"Maybe she needs a good spanking, Jack," Letitia suggested with a conspiratorial smile.
"Maybe that's exactly what she needs -- and maybe I'm exactly the man to give it to her!"
Without saying anything further, Jack abruptly sat up and began pulling the voluptuous blonde slave across his knees.
"Wait -- oh, please, don't spank me! I didn't mean it!"
Mercy tried to struggle, but it was no use. With Letitia helping him, the two of them were too strong for her. Abruptly she found herself draped across his bare thighs, her huge tits hanging down.
Jack pushed her long blonde hair away from her ass and examined her buttocks cheeks with some interest. They were white now, but soon they were going to be pink ....
"Ow!" Mercy wailed as his hand came down.
"Ow!" Again.
Jack stared gloatingly at her pinkened ass cheeks. With Letitia holding the girl's long blonde hair in a twisted grip, there was no way for her to escape. Tears began to stream from her helpless eyes once more.
"Say it, you bitch. Tell us you love to fuck!"
"No!"
WHACK! "OW!"
"Say it, goddamn it!"
"I'll never use that filthy word! You can't make me say it! No! OW!" WHACK!
Jack was getting a hard-on all over again watching Mercy's ass turn red-from his beating. His breath came fast and faster as he slapped those glowing globes.
As for Mercy, she was alarmed to discover that the spanking was sparking a fresh wellspring of desire in her cuntal region. She didn't like it, but there was not much she could do about it. Revulsion turned to disgust turned to desire as Jack's bare palm came down again and again.
Her mewling and whimpering pleas became weaker and weaker. She seemed to remember that her father had spanked her like this when she was just a little girl.
SLAP! "OOooh!"
"Say fuck! Just say that one word, you bitch! And I'll stop!"
"Never! Ow!"
SMACK!
Her ass had truned genuinely red now, and this scared Jack a little. But on the other hand , he was becoming terrifically turned on. His cock had grown up again and now was punching right up into the little kiss-nook of her navel.
Imagine, he thought idly. I wonder what it would be like to fuck her in the navel.
But he did not pursue this thought any further. Instead his thoughts were interrupted by an entirely new consideration -- Mercy actually seemed to be about to come again!
"OOoooohhh ... oohhhhhh ... ooooooh," she moaned, fairly writhing under the harshness of his hand. Now her plea had changed to . "Don't stop ... oh my ... oh my ..."
Amazed, Jack continued to spank her. Her hairy cunt began rubbing eagerly against his muscular thigh.
"Oh ... oh! Oh ... OH!" Mercy felt a blinding flash of light engage her senses, and then, suddenly, there was a series of miniature explosions, each one expertly timed with the downfall of his slapping palm.
And then the both of them were surprised when a great rush of liquid washed down from her cunt over his hairy thigh. Amazed, Jack continued to spank her until her body stopped shuddering and her moans began to expire into yet another exhausted wheeze.
"Christ," he said to Letitia. "This cunt was made for love. She comes like a fucking house afire. All you've got to do is look at her and she comes all over you ... Where has she been all our lives?"
"Exactly what I've been thinking," said Letitia.
Jack grabbed her blonde hair and tried to turn Mercy's head around, but suddenly she began sobbing uncontrollably. "What does this mean?" he asked Letitia.
"She's upset. She's still an uptight little puritan bitch, Jack. I'd bet you we've got a long way to go to break her." Letitia lit a cigarette and blew smoke rings.
"Christ," Jack grimaced. "How many fucking times does she have to come? She's already come once being humped, once being eaten, once being fucked, and once being spanked. This isn't all we've got to do all day."
"Isn't it?" Letitia blew a smoke ring. She had changed into frilly black panties, garters, nylon stockings, high black heels, black bra, and a white slip -- fairly sheer -- over everything. He fancied her like that, too.
"I: get your point. But what do we do next?"
"Maybe she needs a little cunt juice in her mouth, Jack.
"Or maybe she needs some cock sputum splatting down her throat," he said eagerly, grinning and running his fingers through his brownish curls.
"Anyway, let's get her back on the bed and take it from there, okay?"
"Good idea."
Between the two of them they managed to get Mercy turned around on the bed and finally flat on her back. They gazed down at her blonde beauty with some appreciation. They had never seen such magnificent yellow hair, so long it could touch her thighs.
"She's some fucking looker, all right," Jack muttered, shaking his handsome head.
"I didn't think you'd noticed," Letty snickered, undressing all over again. Jack watched appreciatively as she kicked off her heels, unclipped her garters and rolled down her sheer tan stockings. The white slip came up and over her head, revealing the huge boobs bobbling around in her tight-fitting bra and the archaic black panties.
"You're some looker yourself," Jack whistled appreciatively.
"You're just a sucker for big tits, Jack."
"Suck on 'ern all day," he admitted. Letitia had the most beautiful body he'd ever seen. Rich, full hips, tiny waist, long legs, and enormous tits slightly pendant with huge dark aureoles. She had a beautiful face, too, and long long black hair that had never been cut. She was probably the sexiest thing on two feet. He never really tired of feeling her up. She was one of those women who would be sexy all their lives.
"What are you going to do, Letty?" he asked with a nod at the sleeping girl.
"You'll see, Jack. You'll see."
She was sitting on the bed now, rolling down her panties to reveal the thick black bush between her legs. Jack could barely make out the gleaming lips of her pussy, buried in the curly fur jungle. Drops of liquid clung to individual hairs.
"If you're going to try what I think you're going to try, sweetheart, I'll bet you she doesn't go for it," said Jack.
"I've never seen a bitch yet that didn't like the taste of my drippy cunt, Jack."
"This one's different. You'll never get her to do it. That's a promise."
"Bet you a good hard assfuck, Jack."
He laughed. "That's a bet I can't lose. But okay, remember it's up the old dirt road with my big cock if you don't make it." He put his strong hand around his heavily veined dick, which was showing drops of shining spunk at its tip and had already hardened again.
"You're on, Jack."
And with that Letitia swept her left leg up and over the dozing blonde love-slave, positioning the creamy mouth of her open cunt directly above the girl's soft pink lips. Then she squashed the juicy folds right down over Mercy's mouth. ...