Chapter 3
Call the nurse
The old man shuffled across the courtyard to the garden seat. Bones creaked as he drew nearer to the boy. To the old man's disgust, the boy's head tipped back and a groaned escaped his young lips. Circling the seat, the old man saw what he expected; long brown hair cascaded over the boy's lap as a woman's head bobbed up and down.
Ignoring the scene as best he could the old man said, 'Hello Pete. I see that you have gotten use to your power.'
'Hi Grandad. I suppose I have. This is my lady cop friend I told you about last week. She came over to tell me that she quit her job today and can't go back to her husband. A pity, isn't it?'
'Humph. Do you think that's funny? This is a grown woman you are taking advantage of Pete, not a toy to abuse. Make her happy and return her to her old way of life.'
'Don't be such a prune Grandad. If I did that she wouldn't give me head any more and besides she is only doing me a favour so that I'll give her one in return. Isn't that right dear?'
The policewoman nodded and tried to smile around the shaft in her mouth.
Peter laughed.
'You're cruel,' said Grandad then laughed. 'You take after your grandfather but she does make a good pet.'
'Are you interested? I growing a bit tired of her moaning about wanting me to say her name all of the time and she wont leave me alone. Ugh. Excuse me Grandad. Do you mind if I finish this off?' Peter said indicating to his groin.
'Go right ahead.'
Peter grasped the woman's head and said, 'Cheryl.'
Instantly the woman's pace increased. At the same time a hand pumpedbetween her legs. She reached climax before Peter could get off so he said her name again. She responded with a low growl, diving into her tasks with even more passion. Peter exploded a moment before she reached her next orgasm.
Cheryl sucked the last of the semen out of her host then leaned back to savour the fading desire. Completely naked she basked in the afternoon sun.
'Amazing,' said Grandad. 'How I wish that I had your power again Pete. Which brings me to my question.'
Peter eyed the old man with suspicion.
'I asked you for a favour last week, remember? You said that if I help you, you could do a favour for me. We talked about a certain young woman?'
Peter grinned, 'You old devil. Do you have someone in mind? Name her.'
Grandad hurrumphed, 'Yes, as a matter of fact I do. My nurse comes today, nurse Donna Sloane. She is the one that I want. Do you mind?'
Peter knew why the man wanted the nurse: skin tight uniform, blonde and intelligent. A perfect target to turn into a sexy bimbo. 'What do you want me to do Grandad? Do you want a love sick puppy or a nymphomaniac?'
'You choose Pete. Surprise me and make it special.'
Peter thought on the request for the remainder of the morning. Studying Cheryl, he preferred to play with his toys more than just turning them into mindless sluts.
Nurse Donna Sloane arrived after lunch and, as always, her wholesome breasts stretched the nurses outfit to the seams. On meeting Grandad the nurse tilted her spectacles to start her routine, 'Hello Mister De Ville. How have you been? Feeling any aches or pains today, are we?'
Automatically Grandad sent back the standard replies.
Peter watched the event in fascination, wondering how the pair bared the boredom. Impatiently he interrupted, 'Excuse me Grandad. May I speak to Nurse Sloane in private for a moment? I promise that it won't take long.'
'Certainly,' replied the old man. 'Take all the time you need and remember our agreement. I want a surprise.'
Peter waited for the old man to leave then faced the pretty blond nurse. The ring flared to life.
When Grandad returned every thing looked normal. 'Did you?' he asked Peter.
'Yes I did but don't talk to me. She can't see or hear me unless I tell her to. She'll think that you're crazy if you talk to thin air.'
Grandad said to the nurse, 'Are you ready to continue?'
'I um... I suppose so. Your grandson disappeared right in front of my eyes. One minute he was standing in front of me, then he was gone. Have you
seen him?'
Grandad glanced at Peter. 'No but I'm sure that he'll turn up.
Nurse Sloane went about her business, removing various objects from her bag and placing them neatly on the table. Counting the coloured tablets she arranged the objects into several piles at the same time she chatted in the nurse's drone, 'Have you been looking after yourself Mister De Ville? Are those haemorrhoids still causing you pain?'
Grandad stared at the nurse. Eventually he gave up and turned to Peter, 'I give up. She's acting exactly the same so what's different?'
'I told you not to talk to me but, if you can't guess, ask the good lady to do something.'
'Are you all right?' Nurse Sloane asked Grandad. 'How long have you been talking to yourself?'
Grandad snapped, 'None of your business.' Peering closely he said, 'Do you mind giving me a kiss Donna?'
Taking some tablets in her hand Nurse Sloane counted them with her finger. At the same time she stretched over to kiss Grandad on the mouth.
Grandad enjoyed himself, receiving his first tongue kiss in years. When the nurse finally came up for air Grandad said, 'Thank you. That was terrific.'
'What are you talking about Mister De Ville?' asked the nurse. 'We really must find out why you're acting strangely today. Do you mind if I run some tests?'
Laughing Grandad agreed, 'By all means although I've been waiting all year to see your lovely big tits. Please take them out so that I can watch while you work.'
'Mister De Ville! You should not talk about a lady's breasts like that. Mine might be large but I can't very well going around flaunting them to my patients, can I?' Nurse Sloane said but her actions betrayed her words. Unzipping the front of her dress, she reached around to unclasp her black bra. The large globes spilled out in front of Grandad's eyes.
She threw the bra on the floor and said, 'The first test is your memory. What was the date of your birthday Mister De Ville?'
'June 1930,' said Grandad turning to Peter to express a silent question.
Peter answered, 'Our good nurse doesn't know that she is obeying your orders. Her conscious thinks that everything is normal but her subconscious does whatever we ask.'
Concerned for her patient, Nurse Sloane continued her test, 'Do you hear voices often Mister De Ville? I mean do the voices come and go?'
'Of course I hear voices, people talk to me all of the time. I hear your voice now.' Grandad grabbed her wrist, 'Stop asking stupid questions and tell me how much you want to fuck me.'
'I don't want to fuck you Mister De Ville, I have a partner already. Let us get on with your examination. Roll up your shirt sleeve.'
Grandad did as he was told, letting Nurse Sloane place a blood pressure strap around his hairy forearm. She squeezed a rubber pump, reading agauge on the device. The whole time she left her chest exposed, even as the cold air tightened her nipples to a deep red.
Grandad touched the tip of an erect breast to feel her slap across his hand.
'How dare you!' exclaimed Nurse Sloane. 'Keep your hands to yourself Mister De Ville.'
Rubbing his wrist, Grandad answered, 'You bitch. Let me do whatever I want. In fact ask me to squeeze your tits.'
'Really! You are so rude today. Whatever has gotten into you I want you to feel my breasts and let me get on with my job.'
Grandad probed the nurse's flesh, rubbing and pinching her swelling globes. It must have hurt but the nurse carried on in spite of the discomfort. Taking Grandad's wrist she measured his heart beat with her watch.
'Please remove your underpants Donna and fuck yourself with those pretty fingers of yours,' said Grandad, a bulge forming in his trousers.
The nurse did as ordered using her free hand she slid her bikini briefs off and fingered herself. Even as she started to groan, she monitored her patients heart rate. 'Mister De Ville! Your heart is very fast today. Have you resting enough. We may, ugh, have to take you to a doctor to be examined. Ugh, ohhh, ahhh.'
Placing his hand over his groin, Grandad said, 'My heart is thumping because I've got a hard on you bitch. Give an old man a favour and let me slip it into you for a good fuck.'
'Mister De Ville! I really did not want to know about your penis and wish that you would stop saying such awful things.' she answered undoing her patients trousers to placing a leg over his hip. Effortlessly the nurse shafted herself on Grandad's wrinkly old cock.
Grandad gasped. His own breathing increased as the nurse gently slid up and down, pressing herself against him. He untied the rest of the nurse's uniform to expose the rest of her bosomy figure. Groaning, Grandad prompted his toy onward giving her instructions, 'A bit faster. Let me kiss those lovely nipples. Keep going.'
Concerned Nurse Sloane asked, 'Whatever is wrong with you Mister De Ville? We must do something about your breathing. Maybe some ventoline, would help. I have some in my bag.'
With a free hand she tried to pick up her bag but it was out of reach. Confused she tried again but the rest of her body was trapped in the throes of love making.
'Forget the bag and fuck me harder!' cried Grandad.
She did.
Peter watched the scene in rapt fascination. He particularly enjoyed seeing the nurse, she really was a sex bomb with blonde hair and enormous tits pounding against the old man. She looked like the classic bimbo but her intelligence remained, yet unaware of her actions. Taking advantage of his own post control commands, Peter undid his trousers to pulled his cock out.
'Suck me off.' he ordered.
Nurse Sloane's eyes betrayed her motions. Bewildered, she applied herself to the two men, taking in their organs until they ejected their load.. Then, as her mouth was freed of Peter's manhood, she looked down at her patient, 'I really think that we should get you to a doctor Mister De Ville. You are acting very oddly.'
Grandad pulled his trousers back on, 'Forget about doctors Donna. I've got all I need right here.'