("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
-------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please
do not remove the author information nor make any
changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you
for your consideration.
-------------------------------------------------------
Leak - 8
by Nasty Pierre (no address provided)
***
A tender but slightly warped love story. (Mf, ped,
reluc)
***
Chapter Eight: Da Boys
Thelma stood just outside Laura's makeshift prison and
looked around. She'd traveled often and saw many
wondrous things, but none compared to the Manor. This
very corridor was a virtual treasure-trove, a gold mine
awaiting forty-niners. Priceless objects, each resting
on a shelf or ledge of a niche, lined both sides.
Designs of inlaid precious metals and stones decorated
the high ceiling and wide floor.
However, for Thelma, the Manor's one and only incarnate
treasure lay just the other side of a heavy mahogany
door. The emotions it aroused drove her mad and kept her
mind's attention from almost everything else. But it was
late and time for her sons to bed down, which even
Thelma found a task.
The boys, in the meantime, were romping around
boisterously in their new room. They'd acquired the room
at the end of the short hallway, just one side of their
mother's, across the hall and down a bit from the tiny
chamber in which Laura was presently imprisoned.
Like Laura's, the boys' room was connected to their
mother's by a door. Though not as opulent as their own
in the upper levels, the room was spacious and
comfortably furnished. It may have belonged to one of
Betsey's playthings at one time.
It had a thick pile rug, two rather large comfortably
upholstered chairs, two dressers and a wall-sized
mirror. A couple Monet's decorated two walls and Picasso
the others. There was a large window with very clear
panes and a grand view of the Smoky Mountains. The room
was finished with an extra-large, king-sized four-poster
bed.
The boys, Chet and Bret, were identical twins. Not even
Thelma could tell them apart. They were a couple of
muscle bound oafs, though not entirely unlearned. They
had their mother's thick black hair, rubbery lips and
coarse appearance. Though not entirely ugly, they
weren't at all handsome.
Both the boys and Fifi were on the floor, naked. Fifi
was lying on her back, splayed like a chicken, waiting a
carving knife. Her arms and legs were spread wide and
her head twisted in contortion. Her fingers clawed
uselessly to take hold of the floor, as her two big toes
bounced against it in failed attempts at pushing away.
Her chubby form was wedged uncomfortably between the
little devils.
One oaf worked his hardened cock into her rectum as the
other rode her face with his manhood jammed down her
throat, balls deep. Both boys were gyrating and humping
around like a couple of oil drilling wildcatters about
to hit the big one. They were each struggling to drive
their metal hard poles deeper into their plaything, into
its sopping wet depths.
Each boy had a selfish possession of one large breast,
their greedy fists wrapped tightly around the soft
mammary, fingers digging into the tender milk-laden
treasures. Breast milk oozed dribbled and squirted about
in all directions from the thick nipples. Each boy's
head darted about playfully with mouth opened and tongue
extended, to capture the droplets of warm libation from
the air. Their hips danced in uninterrupted rhythm,
their tools grinding away into the gaping well traveled
orifices. They were a wild trio caught up in an
unleashed rock and roll frenzy.
The Rottenbutski's shouted, roared and laughed merrily
as they gyrated plunged and brought pain to Fifi. They
acted like little boys enjoying a wild rowdy amusement
park ride for the first time. Without doubt, that's all
the sensuous thirty-year-old woman, who was wallowing
under them in obvious anguish, was to them. All three
bodies were saturated in sweat and milk, the boys
nearing their limits once again. Each came to the brink
of exploding, of sending yet another wad of virile sperm
into his personal depository, when Thelma walked in
unannounced as usual, and everything changed.
Upon sensing their mother's presence both boys forgot
their personal pleasures and reacted in a most peculiar
way. They released Fifi's breasts, yanked themselves
free of her holes and scurried to their feet. They came
to stand erect and facing their mother, leaving the soft
round body of the maid belly up on the floor, chubby
arms and legs spread wide, milk flowing in rivers from
the thick nipples of her sorely bruised breasts.
Puddles of juice decorated the floor. The one in the vee
of her thighs was fed by a stream of cum that oozed from
her now vacant rectum. Another rested under her open
mouth, where it formed from long strands of saliva and
spermatic globs. Both holes connected to their puddles
by ropy strands and neither tyke had ejaculated more
than three times yet.
Now it just so happened that each boy was blessed with a
whopping eleven-inch penis. When relaxed, they were four
inches thick and nicely circumcised. At that moment the
thick blubbery-headed monsters stood at attention. They
stood out from the boy's crotches and vibrated like
beams of well-tempered steel.
The boys didn't move as Thelma walked passed them,
smiling to each in approval. She moved to stand over
Fifi, who was just coming to her senses. The maid's body
made to roll over until halted by the dirty sole of
Thelma's boot against her chest. Thelma pushed her down,
flat on the floor. The blind mute's arms went to her
sides and she became very still as Thelma bent forward
to attach a short dainty gold chain to the ring piercing
Fifi's nose. She attached the other end of the chain to
a ring on her own boot, situated near the ankle.
Standing, Thelma gave a slight tug on the chain and Fifi
immediately rolled over onto her hands and knees. She
sloshed as she moved and gurgled too, while noticeably
stretching her muscles out of exhaustion. As Thelma
began walking she forced Fifi to crawl along, ready or
not. The maid dragged her abused breasts along on the
floor under her, nipples buried in the rug's pile where
the wool absorbed milk streaks left in her wake.
Fifi followed Thelma's boot over to one of the large
chairs. Even blind the maid moved efficiently. After
years of experience she scurried along beside her
mistress proudly, responding to every tug with the
precision of a marine honor guard.
Thelma sat down directly before her sons, on the edge of
a plush seat, so she could look down on their organs.
The boys verily sprang forward and closer to their
mother, holding their cocks out to her. The massive
organs stood in a stiff military salute to this wild old
woman.
As she has so often done, Thelma reached out with both
hands and lovingly took hold of each boy's testicles.
She weighed the priceless gems in the palms of her
hands, as one would a bag of gold or rare stones, and
was pleased. She compared them, using her thumbs to roll
the gems around in motherly pride and to this day, she's
discovered nothing unique to one boy.
Letting go of one son, Thelma wrapped her fist around
the testicles of the other. She took her time adjusting
her grip, the boy going to any length to accommodate.
When satisfied with her hold, Thelma detached and nudged
Fifi. The maid came up onto her knees before the boy and
opened her mouth wide. She took and worked at keeping
her lips wrapped around the head of the mighty organ as
the boy fed it to her.
With little difficulty the organ slipped into poor
maid's mouth, filling her cavity completely. Kneeling
very still, Fifi relaxed her entire head and throat. Her
accommodations allowed the massive well-veined organ to
begin pumping like a great train piston into her warm
wet gullet. Thelma's hand controlled the movement,
forcing her son's penis back and forth, in and out of
Fifi's mouth and throat. The poor maid choked, gagged
and retched until she vomited, but the regurgitations
never got by the giant throat plug, which forced them
back to her belly.
The boy allowed his mother to move him to her tempo,
which was always to a merry old tune, with a heavy beat.
Thelma had him ready to release in no time and decided
to mention the girl's name. The results startled her.
Laura's name caused fresh energy and blood to surge
through her boy's body, into and through his penis and
its thick purple veins.
His cock swelled as never before and exploded like a
canon, discharging the biggest wad of semen ever
produced down Fifi's throat. So large was the discharge
the woman's eyes bulged and teared, and she choked and
gagged repeatedly. Sperm shot out from her nostrils in
thick threads that splattered. The great beast roared
and roared, ejaculating in great gobs of acid-
neutralizing spermatozoon. On and on for several minutes
the organ pumped before coming to rest, finally drained,
balls nearly empty, leaving the maid's belly noticeably
bloated.
Fifi moved little when acting as the perfect receptacle,
kneeling quietly in waiting. Even limp, the boy's penis
fit well down her esophagus and Fifi had learned long
ago to find breath in spite of it. Now she waited
patiently for the boy to begin urinating, emptying his
bladder into her stomach with a hum of relief. When
Thelma thought her son finished she guided him out. The
giant penis slipped free like a great asp pulled from
its home, with a loud hiss and a louder 'pop.'
Thelma began talking to her excited boys, about the
tender morsel they were soon to own. She explained to
them about its pure unblemished beauty, its baby-pink
hue and shear tightness of its holes. She told them of
the pleasures they would soon be experiencing. In the
meantime, Fifi reenacted her duties before the other
boy, until he too deposited his semen and emptied his
bladder into her. When finished, Thelma stood and walked
her boys and her maid to bed.
Each boy waited anxiously by his side of the bed as
Thelma guided the voluptuously chubby woman into the
center of it. She fastened the end of the woman's nose
chain to a ring embedded in the headboard and rolled the
woman onto her side. She forced the maid's wrists
together and connected them with a strip of leather.
Finally, she tied Fifi's two big toes together with a
smaller strap of leather and stood up to survey her
work.
Lying before her was a sight that also excited the old
woman, Fifi's breasts. They rose like a pair of active
volcanoes above the maid's body. The nipples oozed their
white lava, which slowly bubbled up in globules that
rolled down the sides of each mound, dripping onto the
sheets around her.
Once Thelma finished adjusting poor Fifi, she smiled to
each of her boys, who stood waiting with grins plastered
to their dumb drooling faces. Their arms were up, hands
clenching, digits wiggling, waiting to attack. When
Thelma nodded, her offspring bounced into bed beside
Fifi. Each boy took possession of the teat nearest him
immediately and began suckling from its nipple. With
greedy hands and eager mouths, they gulped down
mouthfuls of warm sweet nourishment. They attacked like
a pair of mad dogs, sucking and chewing on giant rubber
toys. They attached themselves to her as if to life
itself.
Fifi's muted discomfort showed on her face, in wide
rolled-up eyes and gaping mouth, with its quiet screams.
Her body arched and tensed, her legs pulled against the
juncture where her toes tethered together. Her neck and
head strained to keep the already short chain from
ripping the ring from her nose, as has happened more
then a few times before. Every sinew in her body was
taut and on the verge of snapping.
While Fifi served as the boy's evening meal and the boys
began to doze into an erotic sleep, Thelma said good
night. With first one and then the other, she took each
cock in her hands and gave it a motherly caress while
jabbering on to the boys quietly about their upcoming
adventures with little Miss Paines. Again she spoke of
the girl's breasts, and pleasures of deflowering pure
unsullied virgin holes, one of which each boy would have
the opportunity of taking.
Her words caused twitching in the great organs, which
now rested as quietly as a couple of stallions in heat
on a sweetly scented morning in spring.
Thelma dimmed the lights and left quietly, the sweet
sounds of slurping and the deaf mute's straining body
following her out the door.
End of part 8...
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Kristen's collection - Directory 82