Chapter 8
"Oh, Jack!" Letitia squealed with Mercy's lips pressed deeply into her juicy hot pussy.
For Mercy it was as if an alarm clock had rung. She had been asleep in a golden dream of mind-shattering orgasms as her magnificent body recovered itself. But now, with the scent of Letitia's cunt pressed juicily on her nose, and the older woman's crisp cuntal hairs brilloing her cheeks, she came to with a suddenness that surprised even herself.
"OH! GET OFF ME!" Struggling with all her might, and ducking her gorgeous blonde head, the young nurse managed to shuck Letitia off of her cum-splatted face and onto the floor.
"Ow! Jack, grab her! Look what she's done to me!"
Jack didn't need any encouragement. He was pretty pissed off at Mercy's Miss-High-and-Mighty behavior, and was determined to break her will or die in the attempt.
"I've got her!" he yelled, grabbing her long blonde hair and twisting her face around so that he could give her a resounding smack with his free hand.
Mercy yelped furiously, trying to duck his slaps, but they came down one after another until her body and face were a mass of red palm marks. It was only a matter of moments before she had wrapped herself into a mindless, helpless, whimpering ball, cringing in fear every time Jack raised his hand.
"Christ, she's a cunt," Jack remarked, pausing for a moment with his hand upraised. "You all right?"
"You can say that again," answered Letitia to his first comment, rubbing her smarting ass where it had crashed to the floor.
"For being such a bitch I think we ought to give her a special treat," said Jack.
Letitia's eyes were puzzled. "What did you have in mind, Jack?"
"I've seen grandpa with a hard-on. Screwing Miss - High-and-Mighty here might be just what he needs. He asked me to put him out of his misery. What better way to go?"
Letitia's pretty face screwed up. "I don't know if we should, Jack. It seems like tampering with fate."
"Come on. Grandpa would be thrilled to death. I've seen the way his eyes follow this little cunt. We'd be doing him a favour he'd never forget."
"Okay," she said doubtfully. "But do you think you can get her to climb on top?"
Jack twisted Mercy's hair until the helpless blonde love-slave yelped with pain. "She'll do as I tell her or get the worst beating she's ever had," he said. "I'm getting sick and tired of her pushing us around -- won't do this, won't do that. Fuck her! She'll do as we tell her to or else."
Letitia shook her long black hair out. "Okay, whatever you say."
"Let's go."
The two of them grabbed Mercy by her armpits and dragged her across the floor like a rag doll, occasionally clutching one of her big tits and twisting it. The tall blonde nurse tried to protest, but her mutterings of resistance were weakened by the very real fear of Jack beating on her again.
"Hey, wait a minute, Jack. If we're going to do this, let's give grandpa a treat all the way."
"Whaddaya mean?"
"Let's dress her up in some nice underthings. That'll drive grandpa wild."
"Good idea."
So saying, they put together a combination of underthirigs for their young blonde slave -- frilly panties, garters, nylon hose, and high heeled black leather pumps. And Letitia found a black bra with holes in the center of the knobs of her fits to show through.
"Scrumptious," Jack admitted, eyeing their young blonde captive hungrily ;
"Keep your mind on your work, Jack. Let's go."
Mercy was helpless to resist them. The bone-shattering orgasms she had endured over the last several hours, as unused to them as she was, had simply disintegrated all will to resist in her. She wanted to think about them, remember them, consider them, examine them from all angles.
Her body had never been used to pleasure. She was as much drugged with sex by now as an average person might get on his first taste of heroin or peyote or LSD.
So that it was easy for them to drag her down the stairs to grandpa's room down below. Despite weak little mewlings indicating token resistance, the weakened girl was basically too broken by sex and Jack's nasty slappings to do much more.
Downstairs grandpa was still in the position they had left him in -- naturally. He lay there in his gloomy mausoleum of a room, eyes shifting nervously as they came in, his prostrate and paralyzed body covered over with a thin white sheet.
But even as they entered, there was a part of the sheet which seemed to rise, mountain-peaked, in expectation. ...
"Hello, grandpa. We've brought you a little present," Jack said. Holding her throat with his left hand, he gave Mercy a hard smack on her buttocks with his right and pushed her forward.
Grandpa's bloodshot old eyes fairly bulged as he viewed this blonde human sacrifice they were presenting him with. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, but it was probably somewhere in the region of what he would do with her if only his hands could move ...
Jack used their special form of communication to ascertain from grandpa's eyes what he wanted. "You want to fuck her, grandpa? Is that right?"
"I didn't know you could talk to him, Jack," Letitia said, rubbing her fingers into her hairy snatch.
"Sure. I worked, out a language between us using grandpa's eyes. Look, there he goes."
Letitia watched in amazement, but she didn't need grandpa's eyes to tell her what he was thinking. It was obvious he had an enormous hard-on underneath the sheet.
"Yeah, he wants her, all right," Jack said. "Go on, cunt!" He propelled Mercy forward. The tall, big-fitted blonde allowed herself to be pushed forward in a daze. She had no wish to mount grandpa, but as Jack had already screwed her, it would not be anything new in any case. She had already been debauched that way once. To a puritan, once is all it takes to fall from grace. All additional experiences of the same variety have no additional debasement value. As well shot for a sheep as a lamb.
Letitia whipped the sheet off the aged paralytic, feeling a sharp intake of breath as she did so. She'd never realized what a magnificent cock her grandfather had. It quite took ger breath away. It was every bit as powerful and dangerous-looking as that of a young man, thick and heavy with blue veins, pulsating with bloody muscle, surrounded by crisp, light brown hair at its base, the wrinkled old sacks dangling below.
"Gosh, grandpa, I didn't know you had equipment like that," she breathed with unconcealed admiration.
"Don't get so horny," said Jack, who had undressed Mercy, "Blondie here gets first crack at him. Go on, you blonde cunt you." He smacked Mercy on her backside and he and Letitia forced her to climb on top of the aged senilitic.
Mindlessly, the helpless girl obeyed. Her long blonde hair swung in an arc in back of her, finally washing against her fulsome buttocks and upper thighs. Her right leg came up over the old man. ...
Grandpa's eyes bulged. His body was so wrinkled and cold; it looked as if his penis was the last warm thing about him. His eyes took in the miraculous sight hovering above him ... the tall blonde girl with her huge breasts in their quivering fleshy sacks, enormous nipples protruding, hanging down at him, narrow waist, full hips, long long legs so smooth and creamy . .. and best of all, that juicy looking young cunt surrounded by fleecy golden hairs with drops of juice on them, and some of the juice from her pussy already dripping onto his wizened old thighs. ...
Gripping her tightly, her two dominators carefully positioned Mercy's helpless body above grandpa's throbbing tool. Then Letitia grabbed it -- getting a small thrill from that -- and aimed it right at the hairy dripping aperture above. They both gripped Mercy's ass and forced the dazed young blonde to descend. ...
The helpless young nurse let out a small cry as grandpa's heavenly rod pierced her juicy blonde outskirts. She could feel its knob bumping against her sensitive clitoris, and then there was the force of gravity as she descended along his heavy stem all the way to the bottom with a savage bump. ...
"Oooohh . oh . . oh ... oh -- oh -- oh-ohhaaawwoohhhhhh," she sighed as she wiggled on grandfather Winslow's outraged masculinity.
"Oooooooooh ... fill me upppppp .. . oooooohhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhh ..." Mercy's blonde head was thrown back so that her cascade of blonde hair fell across grandpa's knobby knees. He did indeed fill her up, and now that her cunt had been energized by so much earlier activity, she couldn't help but ride him up and down, up and down ...
Of course she told herself that she was doing this because she was forced to, but there was something else inside of her, a little voice somewhere, which was avoiding this rationalization and was saying I like it, I like it, I like it ...
Indeed, very far now from being under their control, as they had actually let go of her, if the Armstrongs? had attempted to take her off of the old man, she would have fought like a wildcat.
His cock inside of her felt so gooooood. She couldn't believe that in such a short time her interests in life had changed so rapidly. Although she hadn't let on to the Armstrongs -- and she was resolved not to, after all the terrible things they had done to her-she had to confess to herself that at this moment she wanted nothing more nor less than to be fucked to death by Grandfather Winslow's outraged purple penis.
Sliding up and down on it was a thrill all its own. She had been fucked by Mrs. Armstrong, sure, but somehow being on top ... it was indescribable ... the man's penis got all the way into her, there was no grunting and groaning as bodies tussled for position ... when the woman was on top all she had to do was ride ... it was, a little like riding a horse. She tried to remember the stallion she had ridden as a teenager ... many a time she had felt weak and silly when the animal bumped her cunt around too much ... she didn't think she had ever come across its broad back ... but she had seen stars f r o m time to time ... and anyway at that age how was a girl to know when she was having an orgasm or not.
For grandpa, the whole thing was in the realm of sheerest' fantasy. Now well into his nineties, he had lived a full and active life until his stroke. He had shot pool every day during his eighties, and was a good player. Back when he was sixty-eight, he had been -convicted of rape of a seventy-year-old woman, but the judge had merely suspended sentence with a laugh and warned him to watch his health.
But in his wildest dreams he had never expected to find this beautiful young girl riding him, her hot young cunt, wet and succulent, delivering warm wet kisses all along the length of his dick. Christ, she had to be seventy years his junior! Seventy years!
And she was gorgeous. Even if his life had been at stake, and in a way he- wished it was, he would have wanted her. What more glorious way to die than to burn one's self out like a candle flame with this beautiful young girl, all peaches-and-cream, big tits and long blonde hair, riding him hell-for-leather?
"Oooh -- oh -- oh!" Mercy's head was thrown back in an agony of sexual torment, his cock slicing up into her box with great rapidity depending on the speed of her ride. She pressed on grandfather's skinny chest with her elegant long-nailed hands. In a mirror in back of him, originally put there to monitor the old man's breathing, she could see herself and him, his cock disappearing into her cunt, her cunt clinging lovingly to his penis as she lifted herself up humpingly from the gleaming tool, wet with her love juice.
Her long yellow hair flew all over the place, her big tittles gyrated, her rosy nipples hard and tall, her face showed the strain of her passion, usually beautiful but now contorted with an earnest desire for completion.
This was certainly worth dying for, grandpa considered. He resolved that if he came out of this incredible fucking alive he would look after Nurse Mercy for the rest of his life as if she were his very own daughter ... while fucking her every day, of course.
He owed something to Letitia and Jack, too, of course. Christ, if only he had been free to grunt, groan and stick it up into her like he wanted to!
Not that she wasn't doing a good job of it!
"Oh, Mr. Winslow ... oh ... oh ... God ... your penis ... I ... I love it ... it's wonderful ... OH! AEH!" And with that Mercy's beautiful blonde head lurched forward, her hips humping even faster. She could feel her orgasm boiling in her grinding pelvis ... it was ... beautiful ... that w a s the only way to -describe it ... an experience so beautiful. ...
"GRANDPA!" she cried like a wanton heathen. "GRANDPA!" She fell across his skinny body, her hands around his neck, her tits mashed flat against his bony ribs, her beautiful round ass humping like crazy ... and then it was THERE! THERE!
"OH! OH! OH!"
All the juicy cum from her insides washed down through her eagerly hugging cunt, spilling over the old man's thighs and splashing onto the sheet around him. A series of explosions burst in her cunt like a string of atomic firecrackers, and then she found to her consummate joy that grandpa was coming too, shooting his spunk up inside her!
"OH! OH! OH!" It was wonderful to feel his hot milky cum splitting against her cervix and dripping back down. There was more juice between them than she would have dreamed possible. And before she drifted off into a gratified, exhausted doze, it occurred to her that the compliment of a man's cum shooting up into a woman's cunt was probably the greatest compliment in all the world. ...
For grandpa the feel of that gorgeous young woman touching him at all points was almost too incredible to be borne. He shot his load up into her dampish, hot young cunt and waited for death or God to strike him down. When neither happened he resolved to just enjoy the first fucking orgasm he'd had in many years, his paralytic body shuddering from head to toe.
And finally the old man rested with a contented smile in his eyes. Even though she was crushing him, he had no wish in the world to see this hot young blonde removed. What a way to die, he thought. He would have to commit suicide like this more often -- if everybody let him.