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Leak - 13
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. (FF,
nc, 1st bd)
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Chapter Thirteen: The First Icky
Thelma now relaxed in a short comfortable chair and had
Laura brush out her thick black hair. As expected, the
task brought great sorrow to Laura who couldn't
appreciate the irony. Two hundred strokes through the
long luxurious mane, and then she combed out the hairs
of Thelma's armpits till soft and light. Finally, she
combed the thick curly bush between the woman's legs
into a fluffy cloud. Yes, the brush and the comb Laura
pulled carefully through Thelma's thick pubic hairs once
belonged to Betsey. They reminded Laura of what she had
lost.
After powdering, perfuming, and helping Thelma to dress,
Laura was once again taken face down over Thelma's
knees. This time with her ass perched high in the air.
This time she prepared herself as best she could for the
spanking. Instead of a spanking, Fifi, holding a small
stainless steel pot in her hands, knelt down behind
Laura's upturned ass and waited. Thelma guided the pot
to between the teenager's thighs, just under her plump
purse, and smiled to herself.
Her big hands kneaded the flesh of the slim hairless
creature, while she once again took time to admire the
teen's body. She moved her hands down along the violin
curve of the child's spine, round to grab at a tit, and
up for a buttocks, hip, and back again. She kept Laura
squirming erotically, almost wiggling and slipping from
her lap.
Laura didn't notice Thelma slip on the latex gloves, but
she felt the difference and looked back over her
shoulder in concern. Thelma just smiled as her hand
slipped down to between Laura's legs to part the lips of
her sex. Then she ordered the girl to do something
nasty.
Laura couldn't bring herself to do as Thelma requested.
She couldn't bring herself to pee into the small pot
while draped in such a vulgar position, but Thelma
decided otherwise. Her knowledgeable fingers found and
tickled the girl's little pee-hole, causing Laura to
lose control of her bladder, and everything became
silent in anticipation of the show. Laura bowed her head
in shame as her fountain began playing its quiet hissing
tune for Thelma and Fifi. The pretty music danced about
the otherwise quiet room, the metal bowl tinkling to the
splashing urine. In time what started in a stream soon
slowed to a sprinkling, tinkling, tinklity, drip, drip,
drip.
Drip!
When Fifi stumbled back from emptying and cleaning the
pot, she once again found her place kneeling between
Laura's thighs, and waited. This time Laura felt
Thelma's finger, coated with a slick lubricant, ease
itself into her rectum.
Thelma took her time, enjoying every second of Laura's
wiggling and worry, working her finger into the tight
hole as deep as it would go, and then she stirred it
around and around. Aghast, Laura strained her head
around to see Thelma wink at her.
"Oh, dear. I dare say. I do feel a big one in there,
mmmm," Thelma intoned with a snicker. Her finger was
playing around with the nose of a large turd. Thelma
found it buried deep in the poor girl's behind and she
began coaxing it free, helping it along the chute,
helping too poor Laura acclimate to her new life.
"Let's see if we can't help this one see the light of
day, shall we," she said with an exaggerated giggle,
while watching Laura's expressions melding to the
realization of what was expected. Mortified, the teen
stared back over her shoulder, until she could take it
no more and was forced to turn her head away, horrified
beyond reason by what she could no longer forestall.
"Now just relax," Thelma ordered warmly, sarcastically.
"Don't fight against your natural urges, sweetie. You'll
need to accustom yourself to this procedure every
morning. I'm afraid you can't as yet be trusted with
your own body. At least not yet."
Shocked senseless, Laura, in a last ditch effort,
clenched her little anus tight, but a strange new hook
had snagged her in a most perverted way. She soon
clamped herself around Thelma's finger and began
wiggling frantically, hoping to both escape and enjoy
the ordeal. She found herself riding her tiny sphincter
muscle up and down along the rough digit with wild
abandon. She was losing herself, hoping to find her own
orgasm in what she told herself was perverse, and Thelma
watched it all unfolding before her, knowing exactly how
to play such a delicious fish.
Thelma finally pulled her finger free of Laura's dirty
little hole and parted the girl's cheeks. Before Laura
realized it, all was lost and she couldn't forestall the
movement of natural pressure. She dropped her head as
the release came in a long extruded bar of chocolate.
"Oh, my, my," Thelma began with a snicker. "Such a long
beautiful sausage, so delicately tinged, and the aroma,"
she continued, holding back much of her excitement. "The
sweet scent of a wedding cake." The long sausage landed
with a natural curl, coiling and filling the cup
immediately. The long turd hung soon over its rim,
resting on Fifi's hand. Fifi waited patiently for more.
Thelma sat back humming to herself as Laura continued
with another evacuation, followed by a couple of
extremely embarrassingly short wet ones that splattered
Fifi's face and chest. Finally, Laura released a long
lazy blow of air. The release turned her body red with
shame and brought a giggle from Thelma, now filled with
the pride of a new mommy burping her newborn. Sensing
Laura was finished, Thelma picked up a warm damp rag and
dabbed the poor girl clean. An exhausted Laura did
little wiggling now and was quite sedate, easy to
manipulate. A smug Thelma looked to her maid.
"Do be careful, my dear Fifi. And do take time to enjoy
the delicate gift our princess has bestowed upon us,
before you flush it." The cup Fifi held overflowed with
Laura's waste, and the maid was forced to carry a good
quantity of it in the palm of her hand. As she stood to
make her way to the bathroom, Thelma warned her about
spilling even one drop. Thelma forced herself to keep
from laughing while watching Fifi walk into the wall on
her way to the bathroom. She turned her attentions back
to Laura, who lay lifeless over her lap.
Thelma loosened the gag from Laura's mouth and it's
removal brought a long sigh of relief. Until Fifi's
return Thelma allowed Laura to rest quietly. Laura found
the lap most comfortable and soon fell asleep for the
first time in days. She must have had a short sweet
dream before the rude awakening.
Laura felt herself hit the cold floor as Thelma rolled
her from her lap and stood. She was about to visit her
sons and left word with Fifi to wipe Laura down. Thelma
fastened Laura's hands behind her back and left.
Laura lolled in a restless heat for the next two hours
under the soft manipulations of the blind mute. Fifi's
hands and fingers played over Laura's body, roaming
freely over her entire form. Laura moaned, withered and
jumped as her nipples and clitoris were pinched and her
holes were probed with very curious fingers. Laura's
mouth opened, to accept a finger, a toe, a tongue, a
breast, sucking each one in turn. Laura's mouth opened
wide, as she breathed in the now familiar odor of an
overly excited cunt seeking pleasure.
Laura, still on her back and sprawled out on the cold
stone floor dozed, and awoke screaming into the weight
of Fifi's wetness. She found Fifi wallowing around on
her face, mashing herself down onto her opened mouth.
The maid used her pussy to suffocate Laura, while
whipping the teens pussy with the knotted end of a short
rope. Fifi rode the small spasming body like a
broncobuster would a wild mare, using the whip to bring
the animal on. Laura's cunt was soon very sore from the
rope's biting sting. Laura found she couldn't bring her
legs together, couldn't protect herself, because her
legs were held open by a metal bar wedged between them.
The whip landed again and again, its knotted end
catching Laura between her tender nether lips. It made
painful contact, roughly dislodged itself, and came down
again. As Fifi came, her orgasms flooded Laura with
juices that flowed into her hungry mouth, juices Laura
struggled to swallow fast as possible. She suddenly
realized she enjoyed the taste of female juices, not yet
realizing her developing need for it.
Fifi went back to twisting and pulling on Laura's pink
nipples. She used them to lift Laura off the floor as
she now fed her asshole to the teen's mouth. While the
blind mute mutilated her nipples, Laura reamed out the
big asshole with her tongue, forced to swallow
everything she found, no longer concerned about its
nature, its meaning, what anyone thought or what she
thought.
Then the cunt returned to Laura's mouth in a gentler,
nibbling fashion, moving over Laura's face and lips as
if kissing, trying to calm the girl down. It offered
solace to the troubled teen, offered its nectar as a
reward for good behavior and Laura accepted it. Laura
chewed on the meat, trying to take it all into her mouth
at once, wanting very much to drown in these
intoxicating rivers of forgetfulness.
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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