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Leak - 10
by Nasty Pierre (no address provided)
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An example of tough love. (Ff, ped, nc, voy)
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Chapter Ten: Whoremore
Laura leaned against Thelma, her body limp, her eyes
riveted to the scene unfolding before her in the mirror,
her head swirling with the most profound sensations,
feelings she'd yet to comprehend. She readily parted her
legs to accommodate the hands, as the one on her behind
slithered beneath her round cheeks sending a finger to
nestle into her tight pucker. It was all so disgusting,
yet thrilling.
Laura's eyes widened as two thick fingers began their
separate journeys into her body. Each invader wiggled
erotically, causing inescapable arousal and heat, the
moisture of an early morning dew, and breathtaking
emotions. Her breath was coming on in just audible
pants.
Her head rolled unto Thelma's chest, her eyes closed and
her body eased onto the tips of the rough digital
probes. Her lithe form gyrated in quick starts caused by
the two worms as they slithered around just outside of
her insides, just beyond where she now wanted them, and
didn't want them.
Laura again swooned as her legs spread wide along with
her crumbled defense, for the dual intruders. She hadn't
realized Thelma moved her to the bed until her body came
in contact with the cold, crisp satin sheets. The silky
smooth material felt wonderfully brisk against her hot
hairless body. Laura opened her eyes enough to see
Thelma, now naked, approach the bed and lower herself
onto the teen.
Naked, Thelma was a sow, though a prize-winning sow. Her
large heavy mass of sweaty flesh descended on poor
Laura, smothering the girl completely. She left Laura's
four limbs sticking out from under her, each pointing to
one of the four corners of the earth.
The small crown of Laura's head was also visible,
showing from between the deep hollow of the pillow and
the deep cavern of Thelma's hungry mouth. Portions of
Laura's breasts were also visible, bulging from under
Thelma, each pressed into the soft bed under the woman's
tremendous weight.
Thelma raised her head to allow her own long beautiful
black hair to cascade down over Laura and swept it
gently over the poor girl's red face. She stroked it
over Laura's neck and chest in a mocking of the child's
hairless condition.
Then Thelma brought her left arm up and smothered
Laura's face in the thick rich bush of her armpit. She
rubbed and ground the curls into the teenager's face
while Laura gasped for air while trying to evade the
'icky' bush.
The poor girl's eyes, nose, and mouth were soon chaffed
and stuffed with sweaty black curls Then Thelma attacked
the shamed girl's face with her other armpit, laughing
hysterically and yelling orders.
"Open your mouth, my little bitch! Wider! Use that
tongue more! I not only want to feel you cleaning my
pits, I want to hear you cleaning my pits! Come on
puppy," Thelma goaded in a loud voice. On and on Laura
lapped, chewed, and cried in fearfully compliance.
Thelma soon went back to devouring Laura with her mouth,
sucking up great mouthfuls of the girl's flesh and
spitting them out. She slathered Laura's face, head,
neck and chest with gobs of saliva that flowed from her
thick tongue.
Laura was soon taken by the attack, soon moving her own
mouth about, darting it around in vain attempts to
capture the objects of so much disgustingly unholy
pleasure. All the while Thelma's huge hairy crotch was
grinding away merrily onto Laura's sore mound, which had
by now surrendered enough wetness to have saturated the
woman's bush.
Between her grinding pelvis, commanding coarse hands and
girl-hungry mouth, Thelma used psychological warfare.
Along with her pushy tongue and teeth, which she used to
attack Laura again and again, Thelma found the time to
whisper softly blown words.
She used degrading terms meant to offend Laura's virgin
sensibilities. Words Laura never heard before and surely
could not understand, but they yet made her shiver and
goose bump all over. Words like, 'whore, slut, and
cunt'.
"Good whore," Thelma would whisper in a tickling wind.
"Good little slut," she gave with a wiggling tongue.
"Cunt," came with a bite and nibble.
"Thelma's little cunt, Thelma's little whore, Thelma's
little slut." On and on the soft words with the harsh
meanings came to Laura's ear until twixt it all, Laura
began mimicking Thelma in acceptance. She echoed the
degrading terms back at Thelma in little whispers while
attempting to use the woman's body for a pleasure she
could almost... She sputtered in cute southern drawl
that turned to babble. She sent the words gurgling up
into Thelma's mouth and Thelma drank in their exquisite
sweetness, in long slurping gulps.
Thelma stretched and rolled over onto her side, up on
one arm beside her lovely captive. Laura made no attempt
to bring her legs together, no movement to cover her
nakedness, her shame or surrender. Thelma gazed down in
a wide-eyed frenzy at the hairless body spread-eagle
beside her. Laura's eyes were yet closed but her mouth
gurgled and bubbled the pet words she had just learned,
"whore. Slut. Cunt."
Thelma was nowhere near finished with this sweet Georgia
peach. She got up onto her knees and turned so she could
straddle Laura's head and yet look down on the girl's
voluptuous body, spread like a feast fit for a queen
before her.
Laura's entire face and head disappeared under the
immense behind of her governess. It was pressed into and
swallowed by the thick, lush, soaked bush. Thelma
wiggled her big behind, adjusting her knees and body so
she could work Laura's little head up into her big wet
hole. Like a huge starved mouth Thelma's sex began
slopping around on the girl's drowned face, verily
sucking the air from the poor creatures lungs through
mouth and nose. She felt Laura struggling uselessly
under her.
Thelma, rarely satisfied, started screaming at Laura,
barking orders at the girl, but Laura couldn't possibly
hear Thelma from the confines of her sloppy prison.
Thelma reached with both hands to take hold of Laura's
breasts. She gripped as much meat in her fists as
possible and pulled as hard as she could, causing
Laura's body to form a great arch under the strain.
Surely Laura was screaming at the top of her lungs and
Thelma was experiencing some mighty intense orgasms.
Thelma enjoyed both, while both pressing down on Laura's
face and pulling the teen off the bed by her severely
stretched breasts. For the old hag, it was a magical
mystical flying carpet ride.
An extreme calm suddenly came to Thelma and she ceased
jumping around on Laura's face. She relaxed and sat
still and rose occasionally, just enough for Laura to
take in a gulp of fresh air. She now held Laura's
breasts by their nipples only, contenting herself with
rolling the tough little nubs between fingers and
thumbs. She kept thinking about how much bigger they'd
become, once she got them producing milk.
Laura's body withered in discomfort under the Amazon and
she gasped in air when Thelma made it possible by
rolling from her head. Laura was relieved to finally
have her face released from the sopping wet mask. Her
face was wet, red and looked very raw from the rough
chaffing Thelma's bush had given it.
Thelma came to lie beside Laura, propped again on one
elbow. Her free hand slipped between Laura's legs and
once again she took possession of Laura's clitoris. She
rolled it between her finger and thumb and pulled on it.
Laura was beside herself, gripped by release and
delirious, as her own arms and hands wrapped themselves
around and gripped the thick sweaty arm laid down along
her thin body. The arm was her first lover, while its
hand tickled her in a most delicious way.
Laura's entire body and dainty hands caressed the big
limb wantonly, in adoration and worship. She could have
felt like a new bride might with her husband on their
wedding night, but did she? She struggled to make it
known she wanted the arm and hand to love her. Laura
wanted to love the arm and to thank the hand personally
for every new sensation it unleashed for her.
In another fit of releases, Laura's body tensed and her
mouth opened to form the words she'd learned. Words she
sent to her new mistress in soft cooing sounds,
"Thelma's' whore, Thelma's' slut, Thelma's' cunt."
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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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