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Leak - 6
by Nasty Pierre (no address provided)
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A teenage girl is dominated by her lesbian Aunt. (Ff,
nc, d/s v)
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Chapter Six: Love Nips
Laura was slowly coming out of her dazed state and
regaining focus. Thelma held out her hand for Laura to
see. It glistened with juices threatening to drip free.
She moved it to Laura's lips and ordered the confused
girl to take it into her mouth, to clean it with lips
and tongue. Laura hesitated, and then hesitated about
hesitating, unable to bring herself to accept the syrup-
laden hand, as a finger pressed itself to her pursed
lips.
Laura stayed frozen in her spot, as the thick sticky
digit with the jagged nail began worming its way between
her thin lips and into her unwilling mouth. Afraid to
turn away, afraid to speak up in defiance, Laura allowed
herself to discover the gentle fragrance and taste of
her own nectar. She let her lips separate slowly around
the thick moist finger, allowing two, three and then
four of them to wheedle their way into her small warm
cavity.
Laura considered the taste. It was salty, sweet and
tangy all at once. The texture rich, thick as molasses
and as if in a dream, Laura found her little mouth
sucking on the short coarse fingers like a small child
would a Popsicle. She found herself enjoying the taste,
actually savoring it. Her tongue was soon lapping along
merrily, her mouth making quiet slurping sounds that
whispered about the otherwise quiet room.
"That's a good girl," Thelma finally whispered to
compliment the suckling teen. Laura's eyes were closed
as her mouth continued slurping contentedly. "Make it
all clean for Auntie Thelma. Show Thelma you can be an
obedient spaniel," the sinister woman encouraged, and
the teenager's mouth doubled its effort in a sign of her
enjoyment.
Thelma's cleaned fingers pulled out of the teenager's
mouth with a soft 'pop,' leaving Laura's mouth, cheeks
and chin noticeably sticky and as damp as her thighs.
Then Thelma seized the startled girl by the hips and
toppled her face down over her ample lap. Laura allowed
herself to be draped like a fine linen napkin over the
matron's heavy knees.
She was placed with her ass high in the air, her hands
reaching the floor one side of Thelma, her legs spread
wide on the other. Her toes strained and vibrated on the
floor nervously, as her breasts dangled from her chest
like a couple giant pears, their nipples almost brushing
the rug. With Laura in this position, Thelma examined
the girls round behind.
"Don't move a muscle Miss Paines, not a muscle,
understand," Thelma warned. Laura strained her neck
around to look up at the smiling old woman and nodded,
not knowing what to expect.
"Yes ma'am," Laura replied in a trembling voice.
Thelma's hand glided over the baby smooth globes of
Laura's plump bottom, hefting and squeezing the angelic
gifts, amazed by their unearthly shape and resiliency.
Then she parted Laura's cheeks gently, spreading them
wide so she could peer into the deep crevice. With thumb
and index finger she pried Laura's little hole open,
pulled the little cockle apart enough to see into the
darker recess.
"Very, very nice. Such a superb behind, Miss Paines. You
can be very proud of yourself and I find you quite
suitable to my plans," Thelma said while peering into
the girl's rectum.
"Now, just stay relaxed. Don't fight me young lady, and
this won't hurt," Thelma warned, while glancing down at
the innocent face she found craned round in concern. One
of Thelma's fingers nestled itself into the dank,
tightly clenched hole, the puckered little anus. It was
smaller and tighter then the eye of a needle, and her
finger caused it to pucker and clench even tighter.
"What did I just tell you Miss Paines? Relax the muscles
around my finger, or else!" Thelma ordered the
frightened girl, who was yet staring back over her
shoulder in wide-eyed fear, mouth agape.
Laura dropped her head and tried to relax, her mind
attempting to locate and control the necessary muscles,
but this was all new to her and she couldn't figure what
to do. She felt the large invader throbbing confidently
at the entrance to what she imagined to be a one-way
street. Thelma was quietly satisfied with the girl's
attempts to relax, not really expecting her to succeed
at this point, so early in their little game.
From Thelma's throat came a gutter-like sound and she
spit a large warm wad of saliva into the crinkled
rosette. She worked it carefully into the tight virgin
orifice, not wanting to ruin this treasure for her two
boys. Her thick-callous finger sunk to its first joint,
and Laura's body tensed further.
Laura squirmed uneasily, never having experienced
anything like it before and yet strained her neck to
look up at Thelma. She gave a little start as the finger
sunk to its second joint. Thelma looked into Laura's
puppy eyes and smiled.
"Miss Paines," Thelma said with a breath of
satisfaction, as she sunk her digit into the tightly
clenched muscle, as far as it would go. The warm deep
channel gripped her finger with strong little spasms,
driving Laura out of her mind and Thelma into heat.
"Now, now, Miss Paines," Thelma said with a breath of
satisfaction, "In time you will learn how to accept the
finger without fidgeting so, it's so unladylike. You
must allow yourself to let go. You must accustom
yourself to the fact that for the rest of your sweet
life, there are going to be a great many things, both
big and small, I shall allow the use of this most
exquisite hole," Thelma said with another sigh. She
emphasized her point by stirring the finger around,
while watching Laura's eyes roll and her head come back
in abandon.
Thelma finally allowed her finger to slip from the warm
tight confines and Laura's little aperture to close
tight once more. Thelma had no intention of stretching
any of Laura's holes. She was intent on saving that
pleasure for her two boys. Laura lay panting, draped
over the warm lap. Before Laura could catch her breath
Thelma provided her three swift swats.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
The swats made Laura's ass vibrate and left imprints on
the snow-white hemispheres. Both moons were turned a
pretty shade of pink. Laura jumped and uttered a tiny
'oh,' after each. Her hand came off the floor to defend
her derriere, but stopped short in a duck flapping
motion Thelma found adorable.
"Miss Paines, I am about to administer ten spanks to
your behind. You are to keep your hands and feet on the
floor. If one of your hands, a finger, or even a toe
leaves the floor, we will begin again from the first.
Understand," Thelma asked.
"Yes ma'am," Laura struggled to say. She was quite
unsettled by the rapid developments and recent events,
befuddled and almost incoherent.
"What? I can't hear you girl," Thelma shouted. She was
bent on destroying her niece's already fragile ego.
"Yes ma'am," Laura stuttered louder, her voice cracking
to the confusion.
"What," Thelma asked again.
"Yes ma'am, I do understand, ma'am," Laura choked out.
She was already in tears and heaving in deep gasps.
"Very good young lady. Maybe, just maybe some good will
come of this. Although I deplore violence, I realize
punishment must be swift and sure to be effective,"
Thelma lied. "I must admit to following the old school
of thought concerning discipline, 'spare the rod, and
spoil the child.' It's an adage I'm sure you've heard
and can appreciate. It's right out of the bible you
know."
'Punishment for what,' Laura pondered from a position
that left little room for argument.
"Now Miss Paines, you are to count out loud for us.
Count each and every spank like this, 'Number one ma'am,
thank you ma'am.' And do remember, if a finger or a toe
leaves the ground, even for a split second, you are to
begin the count over, from number one. And if you fail
to do so, you will receive an extra thirteen lashes with
the birch rod tonight. Remember, I'll be watching your
every move."
Laura, already hysterical, had every intention of
obeying, because she knew obedience was always rewarded.
She stretched herself out over the woman's lap as
tightly as possible, her hands flat on the floor,
fingers extended, toes bent, tense and ready, or so she
thought.
SWAT! Number one landed with so much force, all four of
Laura's limbs lifted off the floor. Even her breasts
jumped into the air and her head came back while she
screamed to the pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
The porcelain white cheek turned a bright red and Laura
settled back down, crying.
Thelma's eyes flashed along with the excitement, to a
thoroughly heart pounding excitement. Here was a mean
old hag, a vicious dowager. She'd had many a sassy tart
over her knee and yet, her frail niece was reawakening
thoughts of that first virgin conquest, some wonderful
thoughts indeed. She continued playing the game for all
it was worth.
"Come now. Offer me your ass dear. Come on, stick it up
in the air for me," Thelma said softly, ending in a
scream as poor Laura wiggled and wobbled herself higher.
With eyes wide and a wider grin, Thelma raised her arm
again.
WHAP! The second swat landed on the other cheek, again
with enough force to send Laura into the air. But
Laura's hands, fingers and toes stayed down though she
screamed even louder then before and wailed into the
air. Her cheeks were now a matching set of brilliant
pink.
"Number... one... ma'am, thank you... ma'am," Laura spit
out between sputtering 'ohhhhhs and eeeeees.' Her face
was awash in tears, her eyes searching the heavens for a
savior.
Thelma meant to make each slap a little harder then the
last and the next one sent Laura's breasts bouncing.
Laura caught the baby finger of her left hand leave the
ground and looked to heaven. She called to god without
using words. "Number one... ma'am, thank you ma'am," she
choked out barely, through gasps and southern hollers.
"Up again girl, keep your ass up in the air," Thelma
yelled down at the girl. Through her pains, agony and
humiliation, Laura moved to comply, arching in
compliance.
As Laura did her best to balance over Thelma's lap,
Thelma allowed her hand to land gently onto the girl's
behind. Laura stirred under the hands slow movement as
it hovered tenderly above the well-heated mounds. It
moved down between the girl's legs, fingers once again
combing quietly through the soft brush. Slithering like
snakes, they slid into and along the girl's tight virgin
slit, arriving to ravage.
The fingers came to rest at the base of Laura's
clitoris, an organ that stuck out farther than any
Thelma had ever seen. It was truly a gem amongst gems.
Laura felt her little bud responding and swell with
blood. Somewhere from deep inside Laura felt the release
of more juices, making Thelma's hand feel so much
better.
Laura tensed, she went up on fingers and toes and her
head came back in a long gasp as Thelma took possession
of the clit. Laura squealed when Thelma pinched it
between her thumb and forefinger. Thelma's fingers
closed slowly around the organ, gently. Then they began
moving rhythmically up and down the organ's length,
allowing it to squish between her two rough digits.
Laura attempted and failed at catching her breath, but
didn't care at this point. She moved her hips faster,
and began bucking to those fantastic sensations so
quickly overtaking her again. She dove into them with
her heart, mind, and holes open. This time they arrived
with more intensity and she surrendered, surrendered her
soul while over Thelma's knee that hot afternoon.
In abandon, she willingly rode her meaty bud between
Thelma's rough collar, enjoying orgasm, after orgasm,
after orgasm. She demonstrated her abandon with fine
sprays and mists she released into the air in spasmodic
bursts. Thelma watched each release sprinkle from
Laura's pretty virgin sex, from between lips and thighs.
They rose into the air and floated to the floor gently.
She smiled, knowing she had been right all along. Laura
was an orgasm addict just as she'd expected.
Thelma allowed the teenager's thick rubbery clit to ride
itself to ecstasy, for Laura to wallow in unadulterated
bliss, waiting for just the right moment. Then Thelma
drew her hand out from between Laura's thighs, raised it
high and brought it down hard on the upturned buttocks.
WHAP! Laura returned to earth like a meteorite, in a
crashing scream. Her eyes popped from their sockets and
tears jumped off her face. Her breasts bounced on the
floor with loud plops, her tiny mouth stretched open
wide and her fingers and toes drummed out their messages
of despair.
"N-Nu... Numbe... err... one... ma'am, thank... you...
ma'am," Laura finally gasped out in several short
breaths of sputtering incoherence. Thelma allowed the
indiscretion, looking down proudly on her crimsoned
achievement. The unblemished cheeks radiated heat and
throbbed under her palm.
Again Thelma's arm went up and again her hand landed
with a loud 'SWAT!' Again on the other cheek and again
Laura sputtered out another incoherent message. Then
again, after the count of five, Laura caught herself.
She caught a toe leaving the floor and in despair, began
over, not that Thelma would actually have noticed. Fact
was, Thelma's eyes rarely left the two bouncing
hemispheres as she wailed away on them alternately,
stopping only long enough to tickle Laura's clitoris.
But Laura began over anyway, out of fear.
On it went, for almost an hour, until Thelma's hand
began to burn and she realized she might be there all
night. By now Laura's tears had formed small saltwater
pools in the rug under her and her breasts were sore
from bouncing around on the floor, yanking at her chest.
Laura had screamed herself hoarse and was reduced to
whimpering for her governess to both stop and continue,
until she swooned. She fainted, going limp over Thelma's
lap and the woman stopped spanking, promising the
unconscious girl that they would continue at a later
date.
Thelma wiped the sweat from her brow and wiped her hand
off on Laura. She was proud, excited and tingling all
over, thrilled by the fifteen year old virgin draped in
surrender over her lap, a gift from god, a toy from
heaven, her ticket to stardom. "You belong to me girl.
You belong to me and you'd better get accustomed to it!"
she screamed down on the unconscious figure. Even
unconscious, Laura seemed to nod in assent.
After awhile Thelma helped Laura to stand, once again
warning her to not touch herself. Laura's eyes were
puffy and swollen, overflowing with tears that ran down
her cheeks in sheets, dripping onto her heaving tits.
She stood uneasily, teetering and exhausted.
Thelma stood, straightened her own clothes and hair,
wiped a bit more sweat from her feverish brow and
ungracefully took hold of Laura's slender arm. The old
woman received the finest present she could have hoped
for at that moment, when Laura again swooned. She
collapsed against the woman, allowing her huge firm
breasts and firm belly to flatten against her. It was an
acknowledgment of her surrender and affirmation of
Thelma's dominance.
Thelma led Laura to a mirror and had the girl look back
over her shoulder, at the reflection of her backside.
The child's lips quivered as she scanned her swollen,
blood red cheeks. She wanted very much to reach back and
soothe them, but knew better. She looked up to Thelma
for solace and Thelma kissed her on the lips gently,
smacking her lips afterwards like a fox in the hen
house. Thelma led her virgin gift out the door and
across the hall to another room.
"My dear Miss Paines. In this room we shall begin your
lessons in humility. Humility is a very important
virtue, very important to someone like you," Thelma
whispered to the still shaking, sobbing Laura. By the
time Thelma opened the door, Laura had fainted into the
woman's arms. Thelma scooped her up, lifted her in
triumph and carried her like a trophy across the
threshold.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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