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(Ff, ped, nc, voy) *** 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." *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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