("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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