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Leak - 9
by Nasty Pierre (no address provided)
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Just another love story, with a ticklish low-down to
earth feel. (Ff, ped, nc, v, 1st, mc, voy)
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Chapter Nine: Whore
Thelma adored her new possession and was eager to get
back to it. Never had anyone, anywhere, at any other
time, been so lucky as she was then, of this she was
convinced. She loved her boys and she loved Fifi too, as
well as every charge she'd ever handled, but at that
moment, all she could think about was Laura.
Thoughts of the pretty virgin whore kept her blood
steaming. So committed to her perversion was this horny
dowager, she finally lost control and ran a hand between
her legs in hopes of extinguishing flames of passion
more intense than any felt before.
She grabbed at her crotch like a jock with an out-of-
control itch, when no ones watching. She had plans for
the delicate blond porcelain doll, and every one of them
was for Thelma's benefit. Fantasies most cruel
overwhelmed her until she suddenly caught herself
drooling and giggling like she'd done when younger,
while playing under the bleachers with the school mascot
during rugby matches.
She realized suddenly, she'd actually been daydreaming,
while leaning against the wall just outside her son's
room. She couldn't believe what this little blond bimbo
was doing to her. She pulled herself together quickly,
yanking her hand from her crotch with a sigh of relief,
and turned to face Laura's cell.
"Bigg, I hope you're aware of what I'm about to do," she
said in words that took her eyes toward heaven, then
back to the door, while she snickered in a most sinister
way. "Yes Miss Paines, you do this to me now, drive my
already over sensitive clit crazy, but you'll not sway
me with your coy angelic wiles, you'll become what I
want, period! And it will not be a lady," Thelma
whispered aloud. She began laughing to herself as she
went for the door.
She entered the room quietly so as not to disturb her
new plaything. She wanted the opportunity to look the
beautiful creature over before waking her. Never had she
been handed so delicate an individual and one so
absolutely ignorant of life, ready to be broken, tamed,
and tainted.
Fourteen years ago Thelma decided that her sons were
going to live with her forever and they'd never know of
any other way. In return she provided her little
darlings all the material things she felt they required
and all the sex they desired, which being males became
obsessive. Since then the boys have enjoyed fourteen
years of the most unusual lives imaginable and presently
exist on the production and consumption of sexual
energy, as close to a perpetual motion machines as there
is. Many female charges later, and Fifi, were excellent
examples of Thelma's ability as mother and mistress, and
Laura was to be her crowning achievement.
As an aside, and to say the least, Thelma's boys were
born more than well-endowed. After an hour in labor,
after sixty minutes of straining and cursing, and
threatening everyone aloud, after fighting with nurses
and herself, the boys emerged in a blaze of red like a
couple stage hams, cocks first, battling for star
position. She'll always remember the expression painted
across the poor doctor's face, which she saw in a sudden
moment of relief, a moment after release. She'd never
seen anything like it and most likely never will again
outside a cheap horror movie.
The poor doctor reeled back in disbelief, her eyes wide
as saucers, when the duo came jumping out at her in that
splattering of blood. A pair of male organs with little
boys attached, full-sized adult penises that ripped
their mother open as they made their escape in one
mighty burst. As life would have it, these organs
consequently grew along with the boys, into the
gargantuan machines they carry around with them today.
True, Thelma may be a mad woman, a depraved sick-o, but
as sinister as she is, her reputation as a nanny is
remarkably immaculate. It's a strange fame for so
repugnant a person of so wealthy a family, and it's all
well deserved. It's an odd honor honed through years of
conniving and it's brought her a deluge of
opportunities. Since the beginning, she's accepted only
female charges and always with the same goal in mind,
but alas, her dreams were never met, and she'd almost
given up.
Thelma's life, though sexually sated, bridged on science
fiction, or psycho-fiction, and she never seemed to
experience enough. While she searched for her Holy
Grail, her twin devils laid siege and inflicted pain as
only pacts of wild hungry hyenas and Mongolian hordes
could. But, with Laura everything has changed and things
were to be different.
In Thelma's eyes, Laura was a true Sign, as authentic as
any from history, an omen, with a totally implicit
meaning, and Thelma felt confident the girl'd easily
unfold into her waiting arms, bringing the old woman her
long awaited ambition, what she'd made her purpose in
life.
She thought about it and daydreamed. For the first time
since entering the ancient contests she felt confident
of winning. Next time she'd bring home the most coveted
Golden Retriever Cup, the trophy presented to the winner
of the Royal Ring of Nannies Annual Dog and Pet Show.
For the first time in her life she would obtain the
recognition every sadistic nanny sought.
Laura was the perfect specimen, with attributes well
suited to Thelma's plans. Obedient, well-mannered,
manicured and pretty beyond compare, ready for the mold.
Thelma felt sure she was everything she'd ever desired
to lay her hands on, and the little angel came wrapped
in special irony. It was her older brother's
granddaughter, and in her mind, she'd be repaying him
for all the projections of her warped childhood.
Now don't get Thelma wrong, Fifi too was a very good
find. The sumptuous plump maid won her share of ribbons
for Thelma, but Laura was going to take Thelma all the
way to the top and over. You see, rich folk have pretty
much the same aspirations as you or me, they're simply
expressed differently.
Thelma came to stand between Laura's widely stretched
legs, two delicate pillars of pure ivory, to examine her
hairless prize. She marveled over the tightness of the
girl's holes, never having seen two tinier holes, even
on the creatures she'd dissected in biology class. Even
while sound asleep and completely relaxed, Laura's anus
was but a small dot at the end of a sentence, and her
vagina, a very terse little mouth, with two pretty
corral pink lips.
Thelma stooped to take gently each lip of the girl's sex
between a thumb and forefinger, and pinched. Laura's
body stirred as the woman slowly squeezed and peeled her
open like one would the mouth of a fish, or the skin of
a ripe fruit, spreading the pink orifice for inspection.
A stream of juice oozed from the small tight mouth,
flowing down the young girls crack, into and passed her
crinkled rosette. It landed on table's edge in a gooey
pool fed by a long thick thread.
Thelma's attention shifted to the girl's well-developed
clitoris. Like the girl's breasts, the little organ was
noticeably overdeveloped and Thelma released the lips to
take possession of it. Laura's body jerked involuntarily
as Thelma's thumb and finger closed in on the blood-
gorged pearl with care.
More bubbles appeared in the corners of Laura's mouth
and her breath quickened as Thelma began rolling it
around, working it like one would a tiny pearl, or the
head of a penis. She pinched it, watched it harden, and
felt it swell under rather callous manipulations.
Thelma was certain Laura was having erotic dreams, and
the young slut's bodily contortions convinced her they
were aggressive. Proof came in the form of juices,
released by Laura's pussy in tiny sprays that misted the
air. They speckled the table directly beneath the altar
of love, and all for Thelma's lecherous delight.
Thelma forced herself to release the meaty unspoiled bud
and relax before she lost herself completely. She knew
damn well she'd regret that. She forced herself to rise
and walk around to the head of the table in order to
loosen and remove the rubber ball from Laura's mouth. To
her amusement she found the rubber difficult to extract,
and removed it slowly, with much twisting and turning.
Thelma then brought her own thick rubbery lips, caked
with a layer of cocaine-laced gloss, down to meet
Laura's. Too tired, too bewildered, too exhausted to
resist, Laura accepted the big juicy mouth. She then
allowed her own tiny mouth to open for the heavy
serpent-like tongue she found suddenly filling and
probing its interior, suddenly slithering down her
throat.
Thelma's hand moved back to between Laura's thighs, her
fingers and palm gently splaying the girl's sex open.
She massaged the cramped insides of the sopping tunnel
and pressed into, but was careful not to pierce the
delicate membrane. She easily brought the bewildered
teenager to several orgasms, and soon had her lurching
for more like a bitch caught in the throes of passion.
This time, when Thelma offered to Laura's lips her hand,
dripping with the girl's own juices, Laura reached out
to capture it in her mouth and sucked eagerly each
coarse finger clean, and licked the palm dry, much to
Thelma's smug satisfaction.
Thelma unfastened Laura and with a fistful of breast
meat and one ass cheek, helped her down from the table.
Then she led the trembling girl, cuddled in her big
arms, out of the door and across the hall to Thelma's
room. Thelma guided the teen to Betsey's full-length
mirror and together they stood before it. Laura was
coaxed to open her eyes and look at the reflection.
There, in the glass, she saw Thelma holding a small
defenseless creature, cut from a page of her fairy tale
book. At first Laura didn't recognize the frightened
hairless animal, but she thought it looked rather
familiar and very lonely. It was the saddest looking
creature she'd ever seen.
Thelma turned Laura so the girl could get a better look
at the frail animal in her arms. Laura blinked and
blinked, until she recognized the creature as herself.
Now she saw her thin urchin body with its overly
proportioned areas made more prominent than ever, by the
fact she was hairless. Her locks were gone and she
couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't want to believe
her eyes.
Laura watched Thelma's big hand come up to just under
her breasts, as they hung from her chest, quivering
nervously. The big hand moved along the contour of one
meaty mammary, scrapping itself over the hard nipple. At
the same time Laura felt another hand slither down her
spine. Her body arched to the hand's travel until the
hand came to rest on her still sore buttocks.
Laura's lips parted and her heart beat faster as the
hand in front busied itself with her breasts and the one
in back encountered her ass. Together they roamed about
freely and with painfully slow deliberation. Laura
watched through half closed eyes, her body tense, in a
fascination and excitement she found both naughty and
almost too good to be true. Her mother had been correct
about decadence and sin being terribly delightful.
Laura stood like a flickering flame as the hand upon her
breast began its journey down her body, down over her
smooth belly, down to her sex. It moved slowly over the
plump hairless mound, fingers and palm scratching the
swollen clitoris en route, an organ waiting eagerly to
once again encounter that newly discovered thrill. Then
the calloused middle finger came to rest in the fold of
her tiny gash, and Laura let out a tiny gasp.
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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.
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