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Leak - 12
Nasty Pierre (no address provided)
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In this continuation of a gently rough love story, there
is a very special bonding between aunt and niece. (MMf,
ped, nc, 1st bd)
***
Chapter Twelve: The First Morning for the Rest of Her
Life
Thelma pushed Fifi away, shoving the woman back and up
onto her knees. She ordered the maid to prepare a bath
while kicking her in the side with her foot. Fifi moved
to the edge of the bed urged on by Thelma’s continued
kicking, until she slipped from it and stood. As Fifi
began groping her way to the bathroom Thelma sat up and
swung around, letting her feet drop almost to the floor.
The excited hag looked down on the tightly bound body of
her great-niece shivering to her cold feet settling
themselves into the teenager’s warm flesh. One came to
rest on the round hill of a breast and the other on a
gracefully sloped flank.
Thelma stretched, working her toes and heels into
Laura’s delicate body, causing the girl to squirm under
their weighted coarseness.
“Good morning my little princess,” Thelma chimed,
jiggling her feet, moving Laura back and forth over the
cold stones. All Laura could do was look up through tear
stained eyes at the smiling face of Thelma, and moan.
Laura’s body burned to pains she never knew existed nor
could do anything about.
Thelma’s head turned when she heard Fifi step out of the
bathroom. She watched the maid inch toward her
carefully, being unfamiliar with the surroundings. She
giggled in amusement at the woman’s slow groping
movements. It was always the same, first an extended
foot searched with wiggling toes extended, followed by
an extended arm and hand, with its pointed gently waving
fingers. Soon another step was complete and the maid was
ready to seek another.
Thelma stood as the maid approached and reached out to
the woman. Fifi immediately relaxed to the touch of her
mistress, to the hand on the underside of her left
breast. She followed its lead into the monster’s arms
and the two women came together in a warm meaningless
embrace. Fifi melted into the arms of the stronger
woman, letting her head come to rest on Thelma’s
shoulder.
Thelma’s hands roamed as they willed, while she hugged
the round mounds of hot flesh. She pulled the maid’s
body against her own, forcing Fifi’s tits to surrender
their elixir. The milk oozed out from between their
bodies leaving them both glistening and slick, and
Thelma had to laugh.
“Fetch our little princess and bring her to the
bathroom,” Thelma cooed into Fifi’s ear before pushing
herself away. She strolled to the bath leaving Fifi
alone to regain her balance by the side of the bed.
Laura looked up at the maid just at that moment, to
watch her teeter and sway, praying not to be stepped
upon.
Once she’d caught her balance, Fifi began walking along
the side of the bed searching for Laura with her feet.
She moved while kicking out in front of herself. Since
Thelma insisted the woman learn to find her own way
around new unfamiliar surroundings, the blind mute had
learned to be extremely careful. She was long tired of
walking into walls, doors, and tripping over chairs,
ottomans and such. A kick finally found her target.
Stooping down, Fifi’s hands discovered the teenager and
she took the opportunity to look over her owner’s newest
prize. Laura found the maid’s hands to be soft and warm,
and quite sticky. They walked their way over her body,
moving into every little space they discovered. The
hands explored each and every toe foot and heel, before
traveling up and down each long leg. Fingertips
traversed each and every welt as if they were roads on a
map to adventure.
Bold fingers wormed their ways into Laura’s rectum,
searching and slithering deep before slipping free to
invade her sex. After a short exhaustive but careful
examination they went for Laura’s plump clitoris, her
small round belly and its deep button. They moved over
Laura’s torso and onto her large breasts which Fifi’s
hands met with profound interest. The warm hands, now
hot, lingered with the firm mounds for quite awhile and
became very crude during their inspection.
Fifi eventually finished a very thorough examination of
Laura’s face, her eyes, ears, nose and even mouth
without removing the gag, pinching, pulling and poking
as she needed. After the inspection Fifi’s hands did a
double take, roaming up and down the body as if looking
for something. It took Laura but a moment to realize
Fifi’s hands were enamored, as she’d soon find
everyone’s to be, by her hairless condition.
Fifi loosened the ties from Laura’s toes, ankles and
knees and helped Laura up off the floor. Once standing
she found and grabbed one of Laura’s nipples and
together they staggered to the bathroom.
“Good morning again, my fine pair of whores,” Thelma
saluted as the pair entered the spacious bath. Laura
found Thelma lying back in the large footed porcelain
tub, lounging in bubbles. The warmth of sunlight and
sweet scents dancing in the steam brought sweet memories
soon to be forgotten.
“Be a good girl Fifi, and untie her arms so the princess
can help with my bath,” Thelma ordered. Laura’s wrists
and arms were freed and she made to stretch and stopped.
She almost started to massage the soreness from her
muscles, but thought again. Her burning behind and her
well-marked front, not to mention a glance from Thelma,
were more than enough reminder. The old woman was ogling
her body as it moved, and you couldn’t have wiped the
smile from her face if she wanted.
“What an exquisite body, my dear. My dear Laura and I
truly believe your body was made to carry marks,” Thelma
was saying as Laura followed Fifi’s lead. The pair fell
to their knees beside the tub. “And it shall carry many,
won’t it? Long, pretty welts and such.” Thelma watched
the welts drop from view as Laura knelt. “And a well
crimsoned behind of course,” Thelma continued in
contemplation.
“I guess it’s the severity of color and tones, the
contrast that make them so exciting to look at. The
brilliant black, blues and reds against your natural
carnation pink.” Thelma’s eyes captured the teenager’s,
and held the girl entranced. “You were made to carry
welts. Don't you agree,” the woman asked with careful
diction, round meaningful words and a cold smirk.
Laura placed her hands in the warm water and bubbles
pressed up under her chin. She worked a bar of lilac-
scented soap into lather, her eyes held fast by
Thelma’s, in a gaze she couldn't turn from. She was
caught by a presence she couldn't escape or elude. Her
head made an involuntary nod.
“Mmmmmmmph mmmm,” came sputtering out from around the
gag. The sweet sounds danced with the floral scents of
bath oils, lotions and soaps. Laura couldn't understand
what it was about this woman, this stranger whom she was
incapable of disobeying. She felt afraid, treed, backed
into the smallest corner of the world.
Could it be this woman understood her better than she
did, understood what she enjoyed? A controlled life was
the only life Laura had ever known, what else was there?
This was how her mother raised her. Obedience assured
you a place in heaven, was her mother’s motto. Laura
blinked as Thelma turned her head away with a thoughtful
sigh. By now, both Laura and Fifi’s hands were lathered.
Thelma’s sigh trailed off slowly as Laura’s small hands
went to work. Timidly, the teenager began spreading a
soapy lather onto Thelma’s chest and shoulder area. She
had never dreamt of touching anyone in this manner and
didn’t like doing it. But it gave goose bumps to Thelma,
who reveled to the touch of soft inexperienced hands and
coaxed Laura on.
Thelma had Fifi wash her hair and back, and made Laura
concentrate elsewhere.
“Such a good whore,” Thelma purred to Laura while
pressing her small breasts out and into the timid hands.
Thelma released a contented moan while the hands worked
their elicited magic.
Laura forced her hands to obey, to massage the terrible
woman’s body, to work her palms and fingers into the
flesh. She lingered some at Thelma’s nipples, somewhat
intrigued by their stiffening. Spurred on by the closing
of Thelma’s eyes, Laura found herself rolling the nubs
in her fingers, pulling on them gently. Laura felt
strange when she found herself getting excited, but when
Thelma’s eyes opened, Laura felt compelled to move her
hands lower.
She lathered the woman’s belly, a dainty finger dipping
into the woman’s belly button. There, her nail
discovered and dug out small wads of grayish lint, that
floated away in the water. Thelma’s thighs parting told
Laura it was time to move lower.
Reluctantly at first, Laura sent one hand down, between
Thelma’s thighs, her fingers wading through the woman’s
thick rich bush. “Take your time dear. Take time to
learn,” Thelma said to Laura as she languished between
the four hands.
“That's it dear, like I did you. Don't be afraid, you
won’t hurt me, and she doesn't bite. At least not very
hard,” Thelma said of her sex, while quietly directing
the teen’s manipulations. Under Thelma’s tutelage,
Laura’s hands soon became accustomed to their duty. She
quickly learned how to soap Thelma’s sex, to work her
hand into the woman’s wide gash and to simultaneously
work the fingers of her other hand around and into the
woman’s asshole. Any adjustments Thelma needed to make
were well worth it.
At one point, while plying her dual trades, Laura felt
her hand, fingers and thumb, suddenly grabbed by the
giant organ. They were verily sucked up and engulfed by
the big mouth. Thelma’s sex clamped down on Laura’s
wrist and her anus slurped up and locked itself onto the
middle finger of Laura’s other hand. Poor Laura found
herself yanked up and down over the scrolled edge of the
tub to Thelma’s bounding ecstasy.
The tub’s water crested and ebbed in levee-scaling waves
that crashed over and onto the tiled floor. Laura’s
breasts dangled in the turbulence and a few times she
found her head pulled under water as Thelma used her
without mercy. The woman used her in a twisting bouncing
motion, taking herself on and through a couple orgasms.
Thelma’s grip on the edge of the tub relaxed slowly as
she caught her breath, and Laura found her hands and
fingers freed. Her hand lingered in the curls of
Thelma’s cunt, where it rested in the heat and slickness
of the woman’s release. Laura recalled vividly how the
organ had felt on her face, so strong and so terrible,
and yet, in a way, protective. She couldn’t forget its
stickiness, or her gasps for breath, and she remembered
the juices that coated her face, filled her nostrils and
ran down her chin.
She remembered the nectar that coated her neck, its
odor. Her head tipped and tears swelled from her eyes,
when she saw Thelma smile at her knowingly. Her jaws
ached terribly, and she wished Thelma would remove the
gag, if only for a second.
Thelma used Laura again, to several more orgasms before
continuing with the bath. Once satisfied, Thelma rose to
be dried. The women dabbed and wiped gently, with soft
terry cloth towels, and then helped her don a luxurious
robe. All these items carried the B.P. monogram. While
Thelma sat back in a wicker chair, Fifi climbed into the
tub so Laura could bathe her in the dirty bath water.
Though tired, Laura worked the soap over Fifi’s generous
body, taking extra time with the maid’s breasts, per
Thelma’s demand.
Laura found her fingers in possession of the woman’s
nipples, pulling on them gently. She was intrigued by
the milk pouring from each, turning the water an opaque
light-gray color. Unable to resist, Laura began lifting
one of the breasts by its nipple, while looking to
Thelma for acceptance. Thelma smiled and Laura hefted
the heavy sack into the air higher.
Then she began pinching and twisting the meaty nub until
the maid was squirming. Laura almost felt good in a
perverted sense, but Thelma’s mood changed and Laura
released the tit to continue bathing Fifi, who like
Thelma, rode the teenager’s hands to several orgasms.
Laura was stunned to learn she would not be allowed to
bathe. Between her own fragrant perspiration, splashes
of dirty bath water and coating of sex juice, she was
left disgusted by her body. Her scents melded with the
heavy moisture in the steamy bath, giving her a rather
pungent gamy odor Thelma found pleasant, and that was
how it would be. Thelma preferred keeping the filthy
teenage bitch dirty, carrying the ‘proper’ odor.
To be continued...
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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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