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Denying Denise

By: Couture



Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c)2002 by Couture

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"Denise, I'm leaving now," Tom told the jumbled mass of covers piled on the bed. "I've left my number on the refrigerator door and I've left April the car keys and a list of instructions for your care."

Tom heard a muffled response from underneath the covers. He began to pull back the covers and unearthed a very unkempt face beneath. 

"I don't want you to go," Denise begged, as tears fell from her puffy eyes. "Please, don't leave me Tom. You know how much I hate being dependent on someone and now you are leaving me in the hands of a nineteen year old. Do you really think she can handle the responsibility? Just say you got sick and couldn't go."

"Honey, we've been over this a thousand times. I've already taken off two weeks and we can't afford a live in nurse. Your niece is out of college this summer, so you are just going to have to make the best of it. Look, I know it's been difficult for you since the accident, but there are a lot of people out there worse off than you are. Once, your arms are healed you will be up and at 'em again. So why don't you get out of bed and try to keep active, so you won't be so out of shape later on," Tom said as he bent down and gave his wife a quick peck on the lips, "and letting someone brush your teeth wouldn't kill you."

Tom stood back up and walked to the bedroom door, then looked back at his wife. "Look, I'll be back before you know it, so you be nice to April, okay?"

"Okay," Denise pouted, "I'll miss you. Hurry back."

After Tom left, Denise wallowed back in her covers. She wasn't sleepy, she was just tired so she lay there listening to April flipping back and forth between MTV and VH1 on the TV. April had come into the room and tried to get Denise to get out of bed and go for a ride, get a bite to eat, or even to get some exercise, but Denise wouldn't budge. She would only say "Leave me alone, I don't feel good. I'm depressed."

Finally, it seemed that April had given up on Denise and the older woman was happy she had exerted her control, even if it was making everyone else suffer with her. 

Then she caught a whiff of . . . 'Could it be?' she wondered. 'Yes, it's chocolate.' Denise pondered whether or not she should try to get April to bring her some of whatever it was she was baking, but couldn't bring herself to ask. As more time passed, she began to become angry, because if April was any kind of nurse at all, she would have brought some for Denise anyway.

After an hour passed, Denise's stomach had begun to growl. She had passed from being angry to a state of helpless rage. Denise tried to think of some way to throw a proper temper tantrum, but it was almost impossible to do so without the use of her arms.

Luckily, before she had to resort to such drastic measures, she felt the bed sag as her niece sat down beside her. "Are you under there Auntie? I made some brownies, do you want some?" she asked. 

"Yes," Denise replied from under the covers.

"I don't think you are going to be able to eat them with the covers in the way." 

Denise began to get angry again. 'What kind of nurse is this, to make me ask for every little thing,' she thought, but bit back her retort. "I can't move my arms April, will you move the covers for me?"

Much to her dismay, April pulled the covers completely off the bed. Denise felt the cool air on her exposed thighs, but without the use of her hands, she was unable to pull down her nightshirt. 'Well, at least I have on underwear," she thought. She looked up at her niece and was surprised to see a chocolate brownie descending toward her face. She opened her mouth to ask to be set upright, but it was quickly filled with the brownie. 

"Mmmmphhh---wa-mmmppphh!" The older woman struggled to tell her niece to give her time to chew. However, the young girl forced the brownie in, until the whole thing was in her aunt's bulging mouth.

Denise also discovered the brownie smelled much better than it actually tasted. It was dry and very chewy making it difficult to swallow. She was desperate for liquid, so that she could swallow the dry cake down. Lying down flat on the bed, instead of being upright, made it much more difficult to eat. 

"Thirsty?" April asked sweetly.

Denise couldn't speak due to the mouthful of chewy brownie, so she nodded her head vigorously. Then she noticed that April had a glass of milk over her face and had begun to pour. Denise opened her mouth just in time to catch the liquid as it fell. April continued slowly pouring until Denise's mouth was almost full of the white milk and brownie. 

Denise swallowed and some went down the wrong pipe. She coughed and sputtered, "What (cough) are you trying to do? (cough) Kill me?"

"I'm sorry. I just did what you asked," April said sweetly.

"Just put the covers back on me and leave me alone," snapped Denise.

"Sure!" Denise put the sheets and covers back on the bed. However, Denise found the young girl once again went overboard, as she firmly tucked the covers in all the way around Denise and left the room again.

The older woman just tried to put up with the efforts of her niece. After all, she was trying so hard to please.

Just when it seemed like things couldn't get worse, Denise felt a rumbling in her gut. 'Oh no! Please don't!' she thought. She tried to will away the discomfort in her gut. However, soon the first cramp hit and she desperately needed to get out of bed. Much to her dismay, she discovered she was trapped by the sheets, tucked in tightly on all sides. "April, April, please help!" she cried, struggling uselessly against the sheets, but, her niece had the door closed and the TV on too damn loud to hear her.

"April - PLEASE - I have to go to the bathroom. It's an EMERGENCY!"

Just as Denise thought she was about to lose it, the door opened. "I was just in here a minute ago. What's so important?" April inquired impatiently.

"April, please help me out of the bed, I've got to go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW!"

April pulled the covers out and helped Denise stand up. Just as soon as Denise was on her feet, she ran to the bathroom and closed the door behind herself with her ass. She hurried to the toilet, went to pull down her panties, then remembered too late, that her both of her arms were in casts. 'Oh No!' she thought helplessly, as she felt herself lose control. Powerless to stop the cramps in her gut, she sat down on the toilet and cried as her panties began to fill with the warm contents of her bowels and her bladder. 

Then just as mysteriously as the cramps began, they vanished. Denise struggled to find some way out of her situation without her niece seeing her in such a humiliating manner. However, this was soon remedied when April opened the door to the bathroom without knocking.

April's face wrinkled up in disgust, but her eyes were bright and mocking. "Ewwww . . . you pooped in your panties." 

"I-I was feeling sick and I couldn't pull my panties down," Denise struggled to explain. "I-I (sniff) didn't know what to do." The older woman blushed in shame as she looked down at her wet bulging panties and continued to sob.

"Wait here Denise! You guys are definitely not paying me enough to deal with this shit! If you know what I mean." 

Denise waited for her niece who finally returned carrying a large black garbage bag. "Step in the bag, cuz I'm not touching that shit," April ordered. 

After Denise stepped into the bag, April pulled it up until it came up to her hips. "Not high enough Denise, kneel down so I don't have to touch it."

Embarrassed beyond belief, Denise got down on her knees inside the garbage bag. April felt the bulging seat of the panties through the plastic bag. "Ewww, you are a nasty girl aren't you?" April commented, not sounding at all like an eighteen year old.

Denise felt very uncomfortable to be handled in such a disgusting manner. "Please, April, please help me get cleaned up," she begged. Worse, she realized with horror that she was getting turned on.

"I asked you a question Denise. Are you a nasty girl?"

Denise's lower lip trembled as she her face flushed red. With no way of caring for herself, she was forced to say the words that April wanted to hear, "Yes, I-I-I'm a nasty girl." 

April pulled the panties down Denise's legs, keeping everything in the plastic bag. Then she helped the older woman stand up, removed her nightshirt, leaving her naked and standing in the bag. "Step in the bathtub, Denise. You don't expect me to touch that shit do you?"

Denise waited in the bathtub, mortally embarrassed by the revolting stains that coated her from her pelvis down to her feet, while April tied a knot in the top of the bag and threw it away.

April placed Denise on her knees in the tub, with her bottom facing the drain and her head resting on the back of the tub, supporting her upper body. Then she took the shower wand and turned it up to massage, turned on the water and blasted the frigid water in the crack of her Aunt's ass. 

"Aieee! It's too cold!" shouted Denise. Chill bumps covered her body and her nipples hardened into painful knots. April adjusted the water flow, causing her Aunt to scream again and try to move her tender places out from under the force of the steaming water. "Oww-fuck-hot-hot!" she cried.

Much to Denise's relief, April was finally able to adjust the water to the proper temperature. Denise automatically relaxed and enjoyed the effects of the soothing water, even forgetting momentarily about her earlier embarrassment. The water felt wonderful as its pulsing jets cleansed her then played sensually on her ass and pussy. 'Ah, it's been too long since, I've had an orgasm. I haven't been able to take care of that for three long weeks,' she thought, as she spread her legs to allow the vibrations to contact her swollen clit. Soon her hips began to hump involuntarily, while the older woman made soft mewling sounds. In her state of rapture, she forgot all about the presence of her niece.

However, just as the warm wave of pleasure began to sink into her body, there was a sharp slap on her ass, bringing her rudely back to reality.

"Nasty girl! You are trying to get off, aren't you!" accused her niece. 

Denise quickly closed her thighs and slid her ass down to the bottom of the tub, to escape the pulsing water that surreptitiously had sought to bring her so close to orgasm. 'Oh God, I can't believe I almost did that in front of my niece,' she thought in horror. "No, I just had a p-pain,' she said, trying to play off what had happened. She nodded at the shower wand, "Do you have to use that so much?"

"Nah, I have to soap you up, anyway." April once again positioned Denise on all fours . . . well, threes really, since her head supported her upper body. Next, she applied body wash and began to lather her Aunt's body. 

Denise had been given several sponge baths since the accident. They were all more sensual than she would have liked to admit, but none of them prepared her for the all-consuming sexuality with which her niece laved her body. 

The young girl kneaded, teased, massaged, and groped the older woman's body-her entire body. 

"Oh please, April, not so rough . . . oh . . . ah no April," she whimpered, while April massaged her freely hanging breasts and pinched her nipples. "Mmmm - no, no, not there, not yet," she begged when April's small fingers, explored the budding petals of her Aunt's nether lips. However, though her weak protests begged no, the reactions of her body, screamed *yes*. Soon, her body craved release and began to seek the teasing fingers, to achieve the orgasm that lay just out of reach.

"Ugh-Ugh-" the older woman groaned, her hips humping involuntarily.

"Nasty girl, you're trying it again, aren't you?" April scolded.

There was no way Denise could pretend she wasn't aroused, the signals were too obvious, even for a eighteen year old. "I'm sorry, it has just been so long since I've ugh- you know," she sobbed in humiliation.

"Here, I'll do something else, while you cool down." April stood up and left her Aunt in the bathtub with her ass up thrust, while she fetched a bottle out of the cabinet. Then, she coated her Aunt's legs, underarms, and pubes with the white cream. 

"Wait, what are you doing?" asked Denise in alarm, when she recognized the familiar scent of hair remover. 

"You're hairy and it looks gross. Besides, I'm doing it for hygiene reasons, since you seem to have *accidents*." It was hard to argue against logic like that, so Denise held still and allowed the young girl to wipe away the sloughed off hairs. Finally, April began to rinse the slightly stinging lotion off of Denise's body. Once again, the pulsing jets of the shower wand drove Denise relentlessly toward the verge of an orgasm. 

At this point Denise didn't care that she was going to cum in front of her young niece. It had been far too long and it felt much too good for her to control herself. Besides, April already knew she was aroused. She arched her back and spread her legs in the tub, so that the water could hit her clit and send her over the edge. 

However, every time it felt like she was about to go over the edge, April would move the pulsing jet of water. 

Humiliated beyond belief, but too aroused to care, Denise searched out her liquid lover with her pussy. But, each time as her body began to tremble; April would move the water before she could cum. Soon, it became too much to be a coincidence, Denise realized that April was just toying with her and she couldn't do anything about it. Worse, her body wouldn't obey and allow her to leave the situation with her remaining dignity intact. Her body demanded an orgasm and her mind would just have to do what was necessary for it to be reached.

"Please," she begged.

"Please, what? Nasty girl!" April taunted.

"Let me . . . cum April. Oh God April, I'm begging you." 

"Who's begging me?"

This was the very reason Denise didn't like the thought of losing control. It was so very hard to get it back. "The nasty girl," she answered meekly. "The nasty girl wants to cum."

"No, Uh-uh, I don't think so. Not yet, anyway." April turned off the water and grinned at the spectacle her Aunt was making. "You see, it looks like I've figured out something that nasty girl wants. If I give it to her, she will just go wallow in the bed feeling sorry for her self. No, I think I will use that as your reward. If you are a good girl, then you get a reward. If you are a nasty girl, then you don't."

Here, let's wash that greasy hair now," April said, as she began to strip off her own clothes, exposing her lithe nubile young body to her Aunt. 

"Wait, what are you doing?" Denise recoiled in terror, falling on her ass, as her niece stepped into the tub with her. 

"I'm washing your hair silly. We can't let your casts get wet and I'm not going to get my clothes wet either." Denise tried to flee, but soon found her neck gripped firmly between the young girl's thighs, her face looking directly up into the downy blonde hairs of her sex. The young teens pink nipples, stood out from her chest like small erasers, while she leaned forward to grab the shower wand. This caused her Aunt's face to be pressed up firmly into April's very aroused sex. 

"Let me go, I'm not like that!" Denise tried to scream, yet her mouth was pressed too tightly into her niece's sex for her words to be heard. Instead, she only succeeded in pleasuring the young girl with her mouth. 

"Ohhh, you nasty girl, that feels so good!" April cooed, as she began to wet her Aunt's hair. 

"I'm not gay! I'm only trying to tell you to let me go!" Denise cried, but once again she ended up rubbing her mouth against the wet folds of April's sex and mumbling incoherently.

"Just relax," April said, as she poured shampoo on Denise's light brown hair and began to later it up. However, in reality, while she massaged her Aunt's hair, she also rode the older woman's face with her sex. 

The eroticism of her predicament and her added frustration soon proved too much for the older woman. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and sampled the young beauty's honey. Soon she began to lick the pink petals of her lips. 

April shifted her Aunt's head, so that her mouth was level with her clit. "Suck it! Suck my clit dyke!" she ordered.

Denise looked at the little nubbin sticking out from the peak of her niece's flower, then stuck her tongue out timidly, and flicked it softly of the little pearl. 

"Ugh-suck it bitch! Suck it!" April cried, as she forced her Aunt's face up into her sex. As Denise's lips wrapped around her clit and began to suck the small nubbin, her niece began to buck her hips in pleasure.

"Oh God! Oh-oh-oh I'm cumming!" she cried. 

Denise was still held fast between April's thighs, so she lightly licked her niece, while the young girl came down from her orgasm. Finally, April came to and rinsed the soap off her Aunt's hair. 

"You were great," April said as she got out of the shower and dried off. Then she began to dry off her Aunt's body. Poor Denise stood there fuming mad that the little bitch had gotten off and left her horny and frustrated.

"Awww, are you mad?" April asked sweetly, as she dried Denise's hair.

Denise sulked for a moment and then the words spat from her mouth in a continuous flow of venom. "You ungrateful bitch, I ate you for Christ sake. I'm not even a lesbian and I fuckin' *ate* you and all you have to say is *you were great*! I don't want to be great, I want to cum. You can't jus-"

However, she couldn't finish because April drove her finger into Denise's slick puffy sex. Soon the older woman moaned helplessly, as she leaned her body on the young girl to keep from falling down. Once again, as the older woman was taken to the edge, until she was able to see down the great chasm below. Then at the last moment, the finger was removed, leaving her teetering on the brink, but not falling in. "Please-oh please have mercy on me April!" she muttered in defeat.

"We can do this all day Denise. There is no one at all to interrupt us and there is no one who can help you with your *needs* . . . no one except me. The sooner you realize this, the easier it will go for you. So, are you going to get control of yourself?"

Denise had always hated being dependent on someone else, and because of the accident she felt like a fish out of water. But, with the arrival of her niece, she felt like she died and woke up in hell. Tears welled in her eyes, as she tried to forget about the aching need in her cunt. "Yes," she replied meekly.

"Pee-you, your breath stinks," April said as she held her nose in disgust. "Let's get those teeth brushed." April then picked up a toothbrush and put too much toothpaste on it and held it in front of Denise's mouth. "Open wi-ide!"

Denise opened her mouth and April brushed her teeth from behind. Denise could feel the younger girl's tuft of pubic hair rubbing against her ass, while she brushed her teeth. It made her very conscious of the lack of her own. As if this wasn't enough to humiliate the older woman, the foam from the toothpaste was dribbling from her mouth, running down to her breasts and belly, as if she were a rabid animal. She closed her eyes in front of the bathroom mirror so she wouldn't have to look at herself anymore. Soon she was finished and she stood meekly while April's hands rubbed over her body, until she began to respond once again.

"Good girl. Let's get something to eat, and if you behave, I will give you a chance to have a little cum, after we exercise," April said, as she wrapped a robe around her body, picked up the black plastic bag and walked off.

"Wait!" Denise shouted at the retreating girl. "What about me?" she said, looking down at her nakedness. 'God, I look like a slut!" she thought, as she looked at her red puffy smooth-shaven slit. 


Denying Denise



"Don't dawdle or no cummy-cum-cum," she heard the faint voice of her niece say.

'Oh God, I need it so bad,' Denise thought as she left the safety of the bathroom and went searching for her niece; her body jiggling and bouncing with every step.

Denise found April in the kitchen pulling a plate out of the microwave. She took the plate to the table, then turned to Denise and said, "Here, let me help you down." 

"Bu-but", Denise tried to protest, but soon found herself being helped her into a kneeling position at the breakfast room table. She decided to go along, lest she lose her chance to orgasm later. April sat down in the chair next to the kneeling woman and began to eat. 

Denise grew angry at April's inconsiderate treatment. So angry she risked the young girl's wrath. "Where's mine?" she asked.

"There is no *yours*, there is only *mine* from now on. You get what I give you," she said rolling her eyes at the older woman. She took a french fry off her plate at held it out to her kneeling Aunt. "Don't worry, I'm not going to let you starve." 

Denise blushed deeply. She couldn't believe that her very own flesh and blood was feeding her scraps from her plate like a dog. But, she was hungry and determined to at least obey long enough to orgasm, so she leaned forward and tried to pull the fry out of the young girl's fingers. To her dismay, her niece didn't let go and it broke off at the bottom. She ate the fry then looked up hopefully at April, who was ignoring her and eating from her plate with a fork. 

"When you finish it, I'll give you another," April said.

Humiliated, Denise closed her mouth around the two fingers and sucked and prodded with her tongue, until the rest of the fry came free. 

Denise was forced to eat more in this same manner, until she grew thirsty. Then she noticed her niece was drinking wine. "April, you're not old en-" she began to lecture, but then caught herself. "I mean, I'm thirsty April, can I have something to drink?"

"Sure," responded April, as she took a swig of her wine, then leaned her full mouth over to her Aunt.

'Surely, she can't expect me to . . .' Denise thought with revulsion. She shook her head and was relieved when April sat back up and swallowed the wine. Then, she became upset again, because she was still thirsty. *Very thirsty*.

April showed the almost empty cup to her Aunt. "Last chance and it may be your last chance for something else as well," she said as she poured the contents of the cup in her mouth and leaned over to Denise once again. 

Denise had never done anything remotely like this in her life, but she rationalized it wasn't much different than sharing someone's cup. Although she wasn't much for doing that either. She met her niece's mouth and their lips pressed together then parted. Denise did her best to swallow obediently while April explored her mouth with her tongue. 

Denise began to feel the pleasurable buzz of arousal and wondered why she was responding to this treatment. April stood up and fetched the bottle of wine from the refrigerator, leaving the older woman to ponder her mixed feelings.

When April sat back down, her robe hung open, exposing her small breasts and sex. The young girl refilled her glass then got a spoonful of corn. "Corn?" she asked, holding the spoon out to Denise. 

Denise nodded her head yes and opened her mouth for the corn. She was shocked to see her niece empty the corn onto her bare thigh. 'Is there no end to this girl's perversions?' she wondered. However, she knew she had already been much more intimate with her in the bathroom, so she resigned herself to the act and ate the corn from her thigh. She was acutely aware of the downy blonde pussy, just inches from her face. She could smell the scent of arousal from the young girl's sex and closed her eyes, so she wouldn't have to face the truth of her actions.

"You dropped one," April said, pointing to a stray kernel of corn just under the inside of her thigh.

Denise stuck her head between April legs and tried to reach the corn without success. "Please April, I can't reach it," she begged.

April parted her legs, smiling as she watched her Aunt fish the kernel out from between her legs, with her tongue. Next she cut a piece of Salisbury steak and holding it between the parted lips of her labia, waited for her Aunt to eat it.

"I can't," whined Denise in hopelessness. "I can't, I'd rather suffer instead." She cried helplessly as her frustrations mounted.

"That can be arranged."

April leaned forward and began to caress the older woman's sex. Soon her aunt's body began to tremble and shake with arousal. Then, April took the piece of steak and wiped in and around the woman's flowing cunt. Once again, she held it between the parted lips of her sex.

"Please, this is torture!" Denise begged her horrible niece. She looked for sympathy in the young girl's eyes and found none. Instead, April reached to torment her frustrated sex again. 'Anything but that!' Denise thought as she dove in to eat the morsel of food. 

With her stomach threatening to heave, Denise tried not to think about where the steak had been, when she took a bite of it. April also made Denise work the remainder out from between her fingers with her tongue. Denise tried not to touch the disgusting girl's sex with her tongue, but it was impossible.

April picked up another piece of steak and smeared the gravy on her pussy, then pushed it up her tight channel with her index finger. "Mmmm-mmm good!" she cracked, as she pushed her pussy to the edge of the chair.

'What is she doing? What is she turning me into?' Denise contemplated. It was obvious this went well beyond trying to get her out of bed and motivated, and into an area of sexual depravity and immorality. 

"Eat it bitch," April said, "Eat it or we'll keep this up all night and you'll have it for breakfast." April grabbed her aunt painfully by the nose and pulled her within inches of her cunt. 

Having no choice in the matter, Denise stuck out her tongue to lick this awful girl's sex. However, April's sex was out of the reach of her tongue and the young girl didn't seem to be in any rush to be pleased. 

"Nah, I don't think you want it," said April, looking down superiorly at her aunt. "I think you would rather me tease you all night and then let you eat it for breakfast."

"Please April," begged Denise, her voice stupidly nasal due to April pinching her nose. "I want to eat it."

"You want to eat what, nasty girl?" asked April, as she pulled up on her nose and forced her aunt to look her in the eye.

"The steak. I want to eat the food in your vagina, April," pleaded the crying older woman.

"It's called a cunt, and call me Miss April," said her niece, her eyes flashing with anger.

With her body shaking with sobs, Denise begged the young girl, "Please, Miss April, I want to eat from your cunt. Please, I'm begging you."

"Dinner is served slut," sneered April as she let go of her aunt's nose. Denise pressed her mouth to the young girl's pussy and stuck her tongue inside, searching for the steak buried within. April, spread her legs widely and became enraptured in the feeling of her aunt's probing tongue. Soon April could feel the steak moving inside her, as her Aunt moved it with her tongue. The kneeling woman began to suck at her cunt and soon rewarded with the steak popping out in her mouth. 

Denise forced herself to swallow the morsel, before she had a chance to think about how disgusting it was. 

"You missed some," April said, pointing out the brown gravy. Denise dutifully bathed the girl's shiny pink pussy with her tongue. Next, April grabbed a handful of food and to Denise's disgust, began to smear and mash the mess all over her sex. Then she picked up several more pieces of steak and french fries and forced them into her pussy.

The young girl fucked herself with her index finger. Her sloppy sex, making squishing sounds as the food was compressed in her cunt. She looked down at her handiwork and smiled. "Ewww . . . that looks nasty, doesn't it? It's perfect for a nasty girl like you," April said, as she pressed her slimy finger against her aunt's tightly pressed lips. Then she pulled the older woman's hair back, forcing her head painfully back, until she relented and accepted the finger into her mouth. Her niece began to move it in and out her lips, fucking the older woman's mouth with her digit.

"Mmmm . . . you've got me so fucking hot, Denise, I'm going to cum all over your face." April removed her finger from her aunt's mouth. She leaned forward, grabbed the older woman's inflamed bare sex and began to torment it once again.

"Nooo . . ." begged her aunt in anguish. However, try as she might, Denise couldn't stop her body from reacting to her domineering niece; her hips thrust, her hard nipples ached, and her sweaty body trembled under the young girl's touch. 

"I bet that food in my pussy is looking pretty good to you now, isn't it, bitch?" April said, as she removed her finger from Denise's sex and made her lick it clean.

"Mmmf -- Yesh, April," she gasped around the probing finger. 

April snatched out her finger and slapped her aunt's defenseless face. "Miss April bitch! I was beginning to feel sorry for you, you piece of trash, but you just blew your chance to cum!" 

"No please," begged Denise. Though her cheek stung from the slap, her body still craved something to satisfy her aching need. "Please Miss April, I want to eat your pussy. I *need* to eat it."

"Too late for that now bitch. Call me Mistress and beg to eat all your meals from my cunt. Otherwise, I will keep you on edge until Tom comes home."

Denise struggled uselessly against the casts and slings binding both her arms. She cried, she sobbed, she begged, but when she looked up there was no sympathy to be found in her niece's icy blue eyes. Defeated, she hung her head down in shame and a pitiful whine escaped her throat. "I begging you M-m-mistress, p-please let me eat . . . all my m-meals from your (sniff) cunt."

"Eat me you nasty bitch and you better make it convincing if you want to have a chance to cum tonight!" April demanded, as she leaned back and spread her legs.

Denise began to kiss the food covered lips of her teenaged niece's sex. She ran her tongue over the delicate pink folds of her labia and looked up for approval. However, April just yawned and looked at her disapprovingly. "You're pathetic. Let me know when you're ready to do it right!" the young girl said, as she shoved her aunt's face away from her pussy.

The blood drained out of Denise's face, as she looked up at her niece in hopeless desperation. Her eyes widened in alarm, and then dove into the girl's food covered sex, hungrily licking and sucking every morsel and smudge of food from April's cunt.

"Oh fuck! That's right, eat my cunt you nasty bitch. You love it don't you?"

"I said don't you, you fucking slut?" April demanded.

Denise moaned loudly, nodding her head vigorously into the young girl's pussy. She was afraid to move her mouth from her niece's pussy, lest she lose her chance to cum. "Lesh," she slurred, as she removed a few bits of corn from the teenager's dark pubes. After the outside was thoroughly clean, she began to lick and suck at the girl's narrow opening.

As the food that was packed up inside April's cunt began to slide out, she began to feel the familiar sensation of pleasure begin to build up around it. "Oh God, you are going to make me cum, you little pussy licker. Ah . . . ah . . . fuck it! Suck it! Eat it you little whore! Oh, here it cums ... ugh cumming again ah - ah - ohhhhhhh." April cried as her body was wracked by spasms of pleasure.

Poor Denise's mouth was full of the food that had been packed into the young girl's sex and the copious nectar from her orgasm. Denise was appalled by the sickening mixture in her mouth, but she took a deep breath and obediently swallowed it all. She tried to think of sundaes and cookies to quell the uneasiness in her stomach. Worse, April lay languidly in the chair in a state of post-coital bliss, while poor Denise was frustrated beyond belief and knelt on her aching knees.

"Say thank you Mistress, for allowing me to pleasure you," April said, stroking her aunt's hair.

'Isn't it enough that you molest and abuse me? Must you humiliate me more, by making me beg and thank you for it?' wondered Denise. But, she didn't dare say those words and risk angering this girl that held so much power over her. She looked down submissively and whispered, "Thank you Mistress, for allowing me to pleasure you."

"Very good Denise. Ya know, I don't think I like your name very much. It doesn't suit you. I think I'm going to call you Nise - no, make that Neesie."

Denise blushed at her new name. She was the adult here and here she was . . . being called Neesie, by her niece. 

"Spread those knees apart Neesie, let me get a good look at that pussy that needs to cum," April ordered.

The older woman obediently spread her legs for the young girl. "Wider, wider," April encouraged, until her aunt's knees were over a shoulder's width apart. Then the teenager wiggled her index finger, just out of reach of her aunt's clit. 

Desperate for stimulation, Denise moved her hips forward, until her mound of venus bulged from the front of her body. 

April didn't even give the older woman the pleasure of touching her clit. It was a good thing too, because just one feather-like touch on that tiny organ would have been enough to grant her release from her torment. 

"Stay right there, while I go get changed for exercise. Don't you dare move Neesie or you will never forget your punishment," April ordered, as she stood up, towering over her submissive aunt. 

Denise found herself watching the cheeks of her niece's ass flash from the bottom of her short robe, as she walked out of the room. The sight made her pussy throb with arousal. 'God, what is happening to me," Denise wondered with hopeless desperation.

Next Chapter

While April was gone Denise's body had begun to ache from her uncomfortable position. At first it was only the aching in her knees, but now the stretched position had begun to settle into her joints. She knew she dare not move her legs in, for fear of her niece's punishment. With her thighs and hip joints burning, she rolled her hips down and back, to relieve the pain. However, this just only served to ease her discomfort slightly. Soon, this too started to hurt, only in slightly different places. Denise decided that if neither position was going to be comfortable, she assume the one April originally put her in. It was like this, with her knees spread with, pubic mound thrust out indecently, and face winced from concentration and pain that April found her Aunt in when she returned.

"Ahem," April cleared her throat, startling the older woman from her trance. "So what do you think Neesie? Am I sexy?" she asked, pushing the thin fabric of her leotards into the valley of her sex. 

"Yes, Ap-I mean Mistress, you ah-are very s-sexy," said the older woman. She looked up expectantly, silently begging the young girl to let her out of this humiliating position.

"Look what I found in your bedroom," April said as she brought her other hand out from behind her back. In her hand she held her aunt's marital aid . . . better known as a vibrator. 

'Oh God, she's been poking through my damned stuff!' Denise cursed silently, a deep crimson blush of embarrassment flushing from her face to her large breasts.

"I believe Neesie has been a very nasty little girl, hasn't she?" April asked, grinning at her aunt's embarrassment.

"Yes, Mistress," Denise answered in shame. It was now very easy to think of the young girl as her Mistress. In just hours she had so thoroughly subjugated and humiliated by April, Denise would forever more be afraid of her young niece.

"Okay Neesie, let's get started. Come on in here and lie down on the floor," April commanded. 

Denise was placed on her side, on the living room floor. April guided the older woman's leg forward and then up, then down and back up and a backward motion. "Keep doing that until I tell you to stop," April said, as she turned on the vibrator and began to use it to subtly train her aunt. A light touch underneath a limb would cause her aunt to follow the gentle pressure exerted by her niece. Then when April was satisfied her aunt was in the proper position, the vibe would be removed. Denise would be expected to hold the position as long as possible. Her reward was the vibrator gently massaging her erogenous zones, while she endured the burning muscles and aching joints. 

Soon the vibrator was discarded and the pace of the exercise became more intense. Not a word of instruction was spoken. A tug of the nipple, a slap of the bottom, a grasp of the thigh, directed the older woman to obey. Denise's body trembled and strained as she was put through her paces by her young niece. She kept up the rigorous workout for as long as she could, but eventually the strain grew too much and she collapsed from exhaustion.

April smacked her aunt's ass and heaving breasts to try to get the older woman to finish exercising. However, the poor woman was so exhausted; she couldn't even move to escape the stinging slaps. 

"Well, as long as you are laying there, might as well make yourself useful," April said, as she slipped off her clothes. She mounted her aunt in a sixty-nine position, except she remained on her hands and knees, so that her body was about a foot away from her aunt's. 

"Come on Neesie, one more and you will get your reward," April encouraged her aunt as she wiggled her hips enticingly. 

Denise looked up and was humbled by the young girl's aroused sex. She was in awe of her young niece's stamina and her firm youthful body. Denise crunched her upper body off the floor and explored the petals of April's nether lips with her tongue. 

"I can't hear you slut. I want to hear some nasty noises out of you down there! Talk dirty to me Neesie, tell me what a dirty slut you are for eating your niece's cunt," ordered the young girl.

 

Denise thought she was making enough noise before, as she grunted and groaned from the strain of holding her upper body up using only the muscles in her stomach. She slurped and smacked with abandon - anything to please her young niece, so that she could be granted release. "I'm a slut. I'm a dirty rotten slut for eating my niece's cunt," the older woman groaned. She could picture herself there lying on her back, eating her niece like a common whore . . . worse than a common whore - a slut . . . a lesbian slave slut.

"Make me cum slut!" April demanded. However, Denise's stomach muscles couldn't stand the strain; she fell back exhausted.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"Eat me slut or so help me, you will never cum again!"

Denise's stomach trembled as she lifted herself up one more time and attacked her niece's clit. 'Please cum April," she begged silently.

"Oh that's it! That's the spot girl!" cried April, as she lowered herself on her aunt's face and began to roughly hump the older woman as she pussy began to spasm in orgasm. 

With her lungs burning, Denise tried to endure the inhumane treatment as best she could. She hoped her niece had better regard for her well-being than to use her face as some sort of dildo, but hopefully the young girl was just so caught up in the passion, she forgot for a moment that her aunt needed to breath. 

As April's climax cooled, she slowed her use of Denise's face underneath her. She even lifted up slightly and grinned with satisfaction when she heard the older woman gasping to catch her breath. The young girl couldn't believe that she had just experienced yet another mind-blowing orgasm and even after that, she was still hot! Having control of the older, prissy, and mature woman set her blood to boil with ecstasy and she was damn sure not going to give it up. She glanced down at the exhausted older woman and asked, "I believe I promised you a chance to have a cummy-cum, didn't I?" 




Denying Denise



Denise's eyes opened suddenly and she tried to sit up with a renewed vigor, brought on by the promise of a much needed release.

"No-no, you stay right where you are. I'll be right back." April said as she left the room. 

When she returned she carried a video camera and she filmed her aunt lying on the floor, opening and closing her legs, relishing in the feel of her pussy lips opening and closing.

Denise heard a giggle and was stunned to see her niece filming her, as she tried to stimulate herself without her hands. "No, please, no cameras!" she cried as she tried to turn her face out of view.

"Oh no," said April, as she grinned smugly. "The camera stays on and I'm only going to give you ten minutes to get off. Oh, and you have to do your nasty business on my foot."

"No, I won't do it! Goddamn it, I refuse you little bitch!"

"Suit yourself. Oh and by the way Neesie, you just lost five minutes for failing to call me my proper name!"

Denise could feel herself beginning to hate her niece. The girl had promised her an orgasm and now she was attaching all these humiliating conditions to the bargain. Unfortunately, Denise was hopeless to do anything about it. She could feel the aching need in her cunt welling up. It was enough to drive her crazy . . . insane enough to do what the young girl asked.

"Please, just put the camera up and I'll do it," Denise begged.

"Uh-uh," April said licking her lips in anticipation of victory.

Denise rolled over and tried to reason with her niece. "At least, let me have the ten minutes back?"

April leaned back in the chair and stuck her leg out, wiggling her toes and teasing her aunt. "You better get busy; you only have four minutes and thirty seconds now."

Tears fell freely from Denise's eyes, as she ambled up on her uncooperative limbs. She had no choice; her body required her to at least try. However, as she tried to mount her niece's foot, the young girl pulled it away. 

"Please," the frustrated woman begged.

"Please, what?" asked the grinning girl, all the while videotaping the humiliating debasement of her aunt.

"Please, Mistress, hold your foot still," Denise pleaded, while trying to look away from the camera.

"Tell the camera why Nessie. Tell it what you want . . . what you need," April teased, while running her foot up and down the older woman's thighs.

"Please let me fuck your foot Mistress! I need it, I need to cum!"

"I don't know Neesie, you might get your nasty fuck juices on my pretty foot. You must promise to clean it, win or lose."

"I promise Mistress. I swear, just let me cum. Please?"

April held her foot still so that her aunt could mount her ankle like a saddle. The older woman moaned in pleasure as her hips began to pump involuntarily.

To Denise's horror, April was videotaping the whole humiliating experience, even going as far as taking close-ups of her face and sex, while she humped. To make matters worse, Denise noticed that April's foot was going lower and lower, causing her to squat in an uncomfortable position as she sought release. Soon, her thighs felt like they were on fire from the strain and she was sure she was looking even more stupid as she squatted lower and lower.

With the camera held up to her eye, April laughed at her aunt's pitiful efforts. "I wonder what Tom would say if he could see you now Neesie? Oh, that's right, we can always show him the tape."

Denise pictured what would happen to her if the tape got out. She knew she should stop, but her hips were already pumping. Giving up on stopping, she tried to straighten herself and worked her hips faster, but in a much more abbreviated motion, so that her performance was at least more respectable. 

"10-9-8-7-6" April counted down the remaining seconds and Denise groaned in frustration. Her legs were cramping and she threw modesty in the wind, as she humped the foot with abandon. However, the much needed climax stayed just out of reach and the older woman's legs gave out before the April called, "Times up!"

Defeated, Denise lay crying in torment on the floor from the pain in her cramping legs and her unfulfilled desire. She opened her eyes only to find April's wet coated foot in front of her face. Automatically, she started cleaning the remnants of her nectar from her niece's foot.

"That's good Neesie, suck my toes now. That's right, suck them like a little cock. I wonder what Tom would think about you sucking someone else's cock?"

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April had just finished securing each of Denise's ankles to the bedposts. The bonds were not too tight, but they prevented her from trying to pleasure herself. Then she stripped off her clothes and snuggled up next to Denise. "Sleep tight Neesie," she said as she snuck her hand between her aunt's legs to make sure she was still aroused.

"Please . . ." Denise pleaded.

"Please what Pet?"

"I need to cum Mistress - have mercy." Denise thrust her sex up to meet April's soft fingers.

To the older woman's disappointment, the fingers were withdrawn and held up to her mouth. Denise dutifully cleaned the fingers like a good little sub. Next, April lowered her mouth to her aunt's and she kissed her. Denise found herself first accepting the kiss and then returning it fervently with mounting passion. 

'What is happening to me? This is a girl -*my niece*,' she reminded herself. 'Oh God, why do I want her?' Denise was lost in the moment. Lost in the sensation of her niece's tongue exploring her mouth; praying that it would move down to her aching sex. 

April pulled her mouth away from her aunt's, who tried to protest, but the young girl put her finger to the older woman's lips. "Shhhh," she said, laying down and pressing her body tightly against Denise's and lightly brushing her fingers over her helpless body. "There you go, just relax Neesie. Let it all go my pet . . ."

Denise found her body relaxing under April loving touch. Soon she was fast asleep. However, she was woken up many times that night. Sometimes it would be to fingers in her sex and bringing her to the brink before once again brushing against her body until she relaxed enough to fall asleep. Other times, she awoke gasping for breath, only to find April riding her face to orgasm. It always seemed as if the precocious girl wouldn't rise up enough to let her breathe, until she felt a tongue buried in her slit. 

Once during the night, Denise accidentally stuck her tongue in the wrong hole. 

"Oh God! Eat it, stick your tongue in it, you ass licking whore!" April shouted.

Poor Denise was too tired and had submitted in both her body and her mind to her niece. She licked the young girl's ass, even though she thought she would gag. Even when it was over, she still had the taste in her mouth.

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In the morning, April jumped out of the bed and stretched her nude body, tantalizing her aunt. "God, I feel like a new woman!" she said, as her eyes blazed with power. She undid the binding on her aunt's ankles and helped her out of the bed. 

The pitiable older woman felt utterly beaten and powerless from the prior treatment by her young niece. 

April opened up the lingerie chest and asked Denise, "Do you want a pair of panties on?"

Denise looked down at her swollen and aroused sex. "Yes, Apr- I mean Mistress."

"In you go Pet." 

April watched as Denise stepped into the panties and they were pulled up snuggly to her crotch. Then she led her to the bathroom.

"Kneel down here Neesie," April said, directing her aunt in front of the toilet bowl. The young girl sat down immodestly and began to pee in the toilet right in front of her aunt's face. Denise blushed being so close to this very disturbing and personal bodily function.

"You know what I want you to do," commanded April, spreading her legs widely.

Denise's blush deepened. 'No, she can't possible mean it!' she thought in horror.

However, April did mean it. "Do it or no cummie-cumm." She could still see the hesitation on her aunt's face. "No time limit this time. I promise."

"This isn't right April." 

'Well, I already had my tongue in her ass last night,' rationalized the kneeling woman. Hesitantly, she leaned forward and began to lap the droplets of golden dew from the curly hairs of her niece's sex.

After she was done, April was kind enough to brush her teeth and then Denise's. 

Denise's bladder felt like it was about to burst. First, she had watched while April peed and then listened to the water run. "Mistress, I've got to go," she begged.

"Okay Neesie, I'll be right back." To Denise's horror, when April returned she was carrying the now dreaded video camera. She helped her aunt sit down on the toilet, but didn't remove her panties.

"Please, Mistress. . ." Denise begged, while April turned the faucet on to a trickle.

"Now, spread your legs Neesie," commanded April.

Reluctantly, her aunt's legs widened, displaying the damp crotch of her panties.

'Oh God . . ." Denise moaned as her cheeks blushed in shame and her brow knit with anguish. The darkened spot grew bigger and then began to drip. Her mouth opened as she relaxed her bladder, the golden water gushing from the crotch of her panties as April caught her humiliation on tape.

"Ewww, nasty girl, you made a mess on yourself again. Time to clean you up." April led the older woman into the shower and took her panties off. Using the back-scrubber and the pulsing jet of water, she soon had her aunt moaning loudly and begging for mercy from her constant teasing.

"I'll stop teasing if you pose for me," April said.

"Please, I'll do anything . . ." Denise begged.

"I know you will. Now, hold still while I get those nipples nice and hard." April reached down and cut the hot water off, then proceeded to spray the freezing cold water on her aunt's helpless body. Soon, chill bumps covered the poor woman's body and her nipples contracted into tight elongated nubs.

"Perfect." The young girl turned off the water then began to film her naked aunt. 

"Stop, hunching and straighten your back. That's my girl. Smile pretty now." When Denise refused to look at the camera and smile, April tweaked harshly on her nipple. "Again. Oh yeah, that's gorgeous. Lick your lips for me, beautiful. Great! You should see your nips and twat, they're huge . . . I could cum from just looking at you. Come on, spread those fuckable legs for me slut. . ."

Denise knew she should hate what was happening to her, but she found herself growing aroused displaying her body before her niece in this manner. Soon, she was posing for the young girl as if it were the most natural thing in the world. 

"Goddamn, you are hot for an old woman!" beamed April, as she watched her aunt pretend to fuck an invisible lover, with her gaping cunt spread for the camera.

"Come on, we better stop and eat breakfast before I jump in the shower and rape you right now."

Yesterday, Denise would have been frightened by the thought, but today she yearned for her niece to rape her - as long as she would be allowed to cum. Reluctantly, she got out of the shower and was led to the kitchen.

April fixed a bowl of cereal and took a banana off the refrigerator, before returning to the living room. She turned the television, her moist pussy displayed between her widely spread legs. "Come here Neesie. Yes, that's right, I want you between my legs."

Denise nuzzled her head between her niece's thighs and reverently kissed the petals of the young girl's sex.

"Did I ask you to lick me?" April demanded.

Confused and looking slightly dazed, Denise shook her head. "No," she murmured.

"I didn't think so. When I want my dim-witted Neesie to do something, I'll tell her. Is that clear?" 

"Yes," Denise weakly replied.

"Good." April sat the cereal bowl on top of her aunt's back and proceeded to eat breakfast.

Denise felt like crying. She couldn't believe that she had been reduced to a mere TV tray. The older woman tried to keep perfectly still, even when her niece dribbled milk on her back and hair. But, the worst thing had to be the moist aroused pussy inches from her face. Only yesterday, she would have been horrified at the thought, but today for some reason, she felt the urge lick her.

When April finished she placed the remainder of the bowl beneath her wet sex. "Lick it clean," she ordered. 

Denise lapped the milk from the bowl, while staring fixedly at her niece's sex. April looked on approvingly, and peeled the banana, breaking it into three parts.

"I hope you know how much I enjoy feeding you, Neesie," April said, as she inserted the banana into her sex.

'Might as well get this over with,' thought the older woman. Denise buried her face into her niece's cunt, sucking the opening with her mouth.

"Uh-huh, not like that pet. Where are your manners?" April pushed her aunt's puzzled face away from her matted sex, before releasing her. "Make love to it. Coax my pussy into feeding you." 

Denise couldn't believe her ears; it wasn't bad enough her niece was making her do this, but now the bitch wanted her to pretend to enjoy it.

"Do it!" 

Denise lowered her head back down to the young girl's soaked flower and traced her tongue along the puffy lips. She lightly kissed the girl's swollen clit and was rewarded with a long drawn out moan.

"Look at my pussy Neesie. See, it's rewarding you." April's brow wrinkled in concentration and a tiny bit of the white fruit peeked from her nether lips. "Go on, don't be afraid. Take a tiny bite - but, don't be greedy. 

Denise took a small bite from the white fruit. She swallowed it and looked up for her niece's approval. 

"That's a girl, now, push it back in and start again."

The older woman formed her tongue into a point and pressed the fruit home until it disappeared into the pink folds of April's sex. Then she began to lick her niece's sex again.

"Mmmmm - goddamn - oh fuck!" moaned April, as her aunt forced the banana back inside with her tongue.

Denise couldn't believe that she was doing this. She felt helpless enough, but now it seemed she didn't even have control of eating. She had to rely on the whim of April - no, April's pussy for food.

She kept this up for quite some time, with April urging her to take smaller and smaller nibbles each time, until Denise felt she would be eating her breakfast for hours. However, just when she had given up on quelling her hunger, her niece grew uncontrollably aroused. 

The young girl's body was drenched in sweat, as her body quivered from the effects of her aunt's tongue. She spread her legs widely, straining her taunt muscles. "Eat it! Eat you hungry bitch. Oh God, I wish Tom could see his pretty little wifie now. Ugh . . .you're my wifie now, aren't you? Fuck - fuck -fuck you're gonna make me cum little wifie. Oh-oh-here-it-cums-" The eighteen year-old's hips began to thrust, her body quaked from the effects of a powerful orgasm. 

She pushed her aunt's face to the mouth of her pussy. "Suck it! Suck it!" she screamed.

Denise sucked and licked frantically at her niece's cunt, struggling to keep up with banana and cunt juice that was expelled from the young girl's pussy. 

Denise lovingly explored April's pussy with her tongue while the girl came down from her orgasm. Then April reached down and captured her aunt's head between her hands and looked deeply in her eyes. "Goddamn you're awesome," she said and kissed the sticky coated lips of the disheveled woman.

"please . . ." Denise weakly moaned when April broke the kiss.

"Please, what?" asked the young girl.

"cum . . . I need to cum . . ." begged her aunt.

"Shhh, don't worry, I'm going to take care good of you, Neesie." April's hands roamed over her aunt's unresisting body. Reaching underneath her restrained arms, she took out her large breasts and laid them on top of her cast covered arms.

Then April parted her lips just inches above the rosy areole, teasing her aunt. Denise couldn't believe she was doing it, but she lifted her breast up to her niece's mouth. It felt better than she imagined it would. However, much too soon the young girl pulled her lips away and then moved them further away than the first time. 

Smiling, April watched the kneeling woman struggle to bring the nipple to her lips. This time, instead of kissing the breast, April lightly bit down on the hard little nib and pulled the breast upwards. Then she released it and watched gleefully as the breast bounced down and before coming to rest. Denise gasped from the pleasure and pain.

"Don't move a muscle," Denise warned. Then set about tormenting her aunt's breasts in earnest.

She began to lightly flick her fingernail across the nipple drawing out a moan from her aunt. "You love this don't you, my sweet little dyke."

When Denise didn't answer, April grasped the pink nipples between finger and thumb then pulled out and twisted. "Don't you?" she demanded.

"Ahhh-yes-yes-ugh-I love it."

April began to caress the sore nipples again. "What are you?" she whispered.

"I-I-I'm a s-slut?" 

 April slapped the large orb, causing it to quiver. "What are you?" April demanded.

"A slut." 

 "What are you?"

"A slut. A dirty slut.  Ow! A horny woman!"

"What are you?"

Tears were streaming from Denise's eyes. "A whore! A cum slut!" she cried, but she knew there was a place she was afraid to go, but there was no hope for it. Sobbing she blurted it out. "A dyke. A dyke in love with her niece." Broken and defeated the older woman sobbed with her eyes closed. She was afraid of what April would think of her, now that she had admitted her weakness.

"There-there, that wasn't so bad was it?" April said, kissing the breast once again before lifting her aunt's chin and kissing her on the lips.

Denise opened her eyes and sniffed. "No," she replied.

April stood up. "Here, I think you deserve a reward for being honest." The young girl helped her aunt turn around and then lowered her upper body to the floor, with her ass sticking in the air, before returning to her seat.

Lifting her foot up, she traced the older woman's sex with her big toe. 

Denise moaned and shifted back to impale herself on the small digit. However, April removed it, before admonishing, "No Neesie. Never forget that I'm in charge. You may open yourself and moan, but that's all."

Denise whined in frustration, but opened her legs widely to signal her true intentions. 

April slid her toe down the entrance of her aunt's cunt. "That's good pet, just relax." She inserted her toe easily into the slick depths of her aunt's sex. She was impressed with her aunt's obedience, but something was still lacking. "It doesn't sound like you want this Neesie."

Denise moaned loudly, grunting and groaning like a common slut. Somewhere it the back of her mind, she knew she was acting like a depraved slut, but only for just a moment.

"See? It feels good doesn't it, little dykie? Mmmmm, you don't even want a cum right now, do you?"

"Ugh-please . . . please let me cum," Denise moaned.

"Wrong answer little lezzie." April abruptly withdrew her toe. "and you were doing so well there for a moment. The correct answer is only if Mistress wants you to cum."

April slid her toe up and down the wet lips of her aunt's sex teasing her, before slipping it in. This time Denise wailed so loudly that April was afraid the neighbors might hear. She fucked her aunt gently with her foot, until several toes were smacking wetly in her passage. "Does the little dykie want a cummie-cum?" April asked.

"Ah-ah-only if ah Mistress wants me to," Denise said, all the while praying her niece would continue.

"Well I don't. Not yet anyway. We need to do some shopping first." April eased her toes out. She felt her own sex juice up as she looked at her aunt's gaping wet hole. The poor tormented woman was shuddering helplessly with her desire.




Denying Denise



April knelt next to her aunt and massaged her tight shoulders. "There-there, let it all go my pet. You're pleasing me very much, you know that don't you? Doesn't it feel wonderful to please me?"

Denise spread her legs and thrust her ass up in order to make her self available for her niece. She had never felt so alive before . . . so desperate and in need. Slowly, the aching need mellowed as the massage went on until it became bearable. Then the young girl helped her to her feet.

"Come on pet, let's get you dressed." 

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She wondered at how she had got into this position. April had driven her to the sex shop and helped her out of the car. "Here's a list of things to buy." April pressed a piece of paper and a credit card beneath her bra and then patted her ass. Then, to Denise's horror, she got back in the car and locked the door.

"Go ahead Neesie, I'll wait for you in the car," she said. 

"Please, April. I can't." Denise begged.

"You better hurry up Neesie. You're giving everyone a show in this wind."

'Oh God,' thought the older woman. She could feel the cold air on her sex. The worse part was she had been asked if she wanted to wear panties this morning and refused them. The memory of peeing in the last pair was still fresh in her mind at the time. 

She was terrified of going in the store dressed as she was in the April's too small skirt and the thin blouse, but if she stayed out here someone would surely see her. She did the only thing she could, she sprinted to the sex shop as fast as she could.

Denise shuddered and blushed with embarrassment. She was quite certain everyone in the sex shop was looking at her. She could feel their burning glances on the back of her neck. 

She tried to find something not quite so perverse to look at. She settled for the small selection of lingerie they had.

'Oh God-oh God!' she thought as the large piggish man walked up to her. He was coated with a thin sheen of sweet and the armpits of his shirt were wet with the same.

"Need sum help with sumpthin?" he asked. Denise could hear his breath wheeze.

'Not from you,' she thought. "No thank you. I'm just looking."

Denise looked around the store and saw a woman behind the counter. She looked to be in her late forties. Her hair had been bleached a few too many times and her clothes were equally trashy, but at least she looked normal. Anything would be better than the Pigman, especially considering where her dreadful niece had placed the list.

She tried to catch the woman's eye several times, but she was too interested in the book she was reading. Finally Denise gave up. She cleared her throat. "Please Miss, I-I need some help." Her cheeks burned at asking for help. 

The woman's face wrinkled with irritation, as she set the book face down on the shelf. "What is it?" She gave an exasperated sigh.

Judging by the woman's voice, Denise wondered how many cigarettes the woman smoked everyday. Denise's face deepened to a crimson red. This was not going a well as she wanted. "Ah, I-I need to get some t-things."

"Well, what are those things? I don't have time for housewives to come up with some backbone."

"There is a list- ah- in my bra." She couldn't meet the woman's eyes. "I'm sorry- my -ah- I was in an accident," she said, lifting cast covered arms to show her helplessness. 

"If you don't know what's on the list, then you were sent in to fetch a few things. Am I right? Tell me again."

Things seemed to have gotten started on the wrong foot, but it was either this or the Pigman. Swallowing her pride, Denise answered. "I-I was sent in to f-ah-fetch some things."

"Good. Let's see this list. My name is Miss Casey, by the way." Then she started unbuttoning Denise's blouse.

Denise flinched and pulled away. "Wait, what are you doing," she gasped. 

"What? I bet you were just itchin' for me to dig around in your bra, but I'm not playing your game." Miss Casey didn't even pause. She continued until Denise's bra was totally exposed. "Is the list here?" she said, flipping the right cup down, twisting it inside out.

"Nope, then must be in this one." As she flipped the other cup down; a credit card and small piece of paper fell into her waiting hand.

She quickly scanned the list and quite a list it was too. But, what caught her attention was what was written on the last few lines. *My pet may be played with, but she is not cum or to be damaged in any way.*

"Very nice, very nice indeed," muttered Miss Casey. 

"Please, someone will see," Denise pleaded, her large breasts quivering under the bright fluorescent lights. 

"Don't worry. It's nothing that everybody here hasn't seen before." Then she walked off.

Denise quickly turned her back and faced the back wall, crouching behind a display. She wished with all her heart she had the use of her hands.

Miss Casey returned with a few items. "Now let's get you fitted." Then she set everything down, but two small items in her hand. 

'Fitted?' Denise was horrified at the thought. "No, I don't want to be fitted," she said, almost too loudly. 

Miss Casey reached forward and grasped an erect nipple. "Yes, you can't just buy this stuff. You have to know you size. Besides, don't tell me you aren't enjoying yourself, slut." 

Denise tried to pull away, but she was held firmly by her nipple. "I don't care. Just give me what's on the list. I'm sure it will all f-Ahhhh!"

It was at that moment the dreadful woman applied a clamp to her sensitive flesh. "You bitch! Ah, that hurt!" Denise said.

"See, I told you we have to fit you." Miss Casey pulled the clamp off; then gently caressed the aching nipple. 

"Stop it. . . please." 

"I know it must hurt. I was just trying to ease the pain, before we try another one. But, since you insist," Miss Casey said, reaching for another clip.

However, Denise's poor nipple was in too much pain to tolerate the other clamp. "Wait-wait-it's okay. I didn't know." 

Miss Casey continued to sensually manipulate the small pink disc, until Denise could barely stand. "Okay, let's try another one now." This time when she applied another clamp, Denise felt her pussy surge with pleasure from the sensual pain in her breast.

Denise moaned a little loudly and caught herself. Then she looked back and saw that several people had noticed her and were pointing. 

"I see the little slut likes this one much better," Miss Casey said, giving the clamp a little tug.

"Please, mmm- please Miss Casey-not here. Not like this." Denise begged.

"Are you a shy pet?" 

Denise didn't like the way Miss Casey treated her, but she wasn't in the position to do anything about it. She could only blush and nod her head.

"I'll be finished in just a bit pet. Say, please Mistress, the slave's other breast is lonely." 

'Did she say slave? This has gone entirely too far,' thought Denise. It was just then she noticed one of the store patrons move in front of her for a better view. He was quickly joined by another. 

"Please, my other breast is lonely."

Miss Casey manipulated the clamped nipple. Tears welled in Denise's eyes, as she bit down to stop from crying.

"The pet is being disobedient. Does she think Mistress is stupid? Try it again."

Denise didn't dare to disobey again. "Please Mistress, the slave's other breast is lonely," she managed to force out.

Miss Casey deftly stretched out the other nipple and applied the next clamp. Denise bit her lip to hold back her moan. Then the dreadful woman attached a small weight to each chain and gave them each a little flick to set them swinging. 

Denise was no longer able to suppress her reaction. "Ahhh," she moaned loudly. Each time the weights swung, she felt a throb of pleasure in her cunt.

"Say, please Mistress, the slave needs to be collared. Then, turn around so I can put it on. I'll take you to the out of the way afterwards," Miss Casey whispered.

Tears welled in Denise's eyes. It wasn't so much the talking she dreaded, but the thought of turning around to face the rest of the store.

"Please Mistress the slave needs to be collared," Denise said. Then, with her lip trembling, she turned to face the stares of the other store patrons. 

Thankfully, Miss Casey swiftly buckled the collar on her neck. As if the collar weren't enough humiliation to endure, the woman hooked a leash onto the collar and led Denise behind the counter.

Denise had never been so mortified in all her life. There she was, being led around like an animal, while her clamped breasts were pushed up proudly due from the bra underneath. The worse part was; she had expected to go to the back of the store, where no one could see her. However, Miss Casey had only moved her behind the counter. Everyone could still see!

"Wait, not here!" Denise whispered urgently.

"You are so right pet. . ." Miss Casey said, causing Denise to feel relieved. "We need to do something about that disobedient mouth of yours." Then, when Denise opened her mouth to argue, the woman stated stuffing something into her mouth. 

Denise tried to fight the invasion, but the woman was forceful and not afraid to pinch and nose or an already clamped nipple to get her way. Soon, Denise found her mouth kept painfully open by some sort of ring.

"Bend at the waist for me pet."

Denise found she didn't have a choice anyway, with her legs against the counter as they were. Miss Casey pushed her forward until her torso was lying on the counter. Her breasts dangled freely and the weights swung in small circles. 

She looked up and noticed she had attracted quite a crowd. She was afraid to meet their eyes, but she could see that every one of the men sported a bulge in their pants. She realized she would fuck them all right now, if she were allowed to cum.

She felt something probe her. 'Not there!' she thought. She tightened her rear passage, and tried to resist. However, all she did was set those devious little weights to swinging all the harder. 

The finger didn't stop. It continued to explore her and she was beginning to enjoy it. She wished she were in a less public place or to at least not have drool leaking out of her mouth in front of everyone.

Denise soon found herself moving back and forth in time with the finger. She moaned its loss when it was withdrawn.

Then, she felt it at her entrance again. She relaxed as it was pushed in, but to her surprise, it was bigger-much bigger. 

"Ugh," she gasped, sending a fresh stream of spittle from her mouth. Whatever it was, it was huge. She was thankful Miss Casey was patient, even if she was persistent. Denise groaned with relief when she felt the widest part slide home. She had never felt so full before.

"All done." Miss Casey playfully spanked Denise on her bottom. The shock of the blow was light, but Denise felt it travel straight to her insides.

The older woman helped Denise straighten back up and whispered in her ear. "You've made Mistress hot pet. If I take you to the back room will you make me cum?"

Denise struggled with the decision, but in the end her need won out. Maybe she would finally get to cum. She nodded her head.

Miss Casey led the married woman to the back store room by her leash. Denise knew she should be horrified, but was too turned on at the moment to care. She could only imagine what the shop patrons thought of her as she walked obediently behind this woman as if she were some sort of pet. 

And what a sight Denise was. Her breasts were bouncing freely and pressed up by her twisted bra. Weights swung from her clamped nipples with every step. Her mouth was kept open by a ring gag, begging for penetration. Her wet aroused shaved sex, cried out slut. Her stance was wide and her hips rotated in an exaggerated manner due to the large plug, whose base was sticking out of her ass. Yes, the men in the store would talk about this for a long time to come.

Miss Casey closed the curtain behind Denise and helped her to her knees in front of an office chair. "Let's set the mood shall we?" Miss Casey said, turning a radio on to some very God-awful music. Then the bleach blond unzipped her dress and sat down in the chair. It was the first time that Denise had seen another woman who was shaved other than herself.

Miss Casey kicked off her shoes and placed a foot on each of Denise's shoulders. "Eat me bitch!" she ordered.

'Oh God, what have I become?' Denise thought, as she lowered her face to this woman's sex.

"That's it-eat it." Miss Casey positioned her hand underneath the chair and pulled the leash, mashing Denise's face against her sex. Denise tried to keep up, but with her mouth opened with the gag, could barely keep up. Her only choice was to stick her tongue out and lick, while Miss Casey moved her all over her sex.

Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to get the horrible woman off. Miss Casey slid the chair back. "You don't suck worth a fuck. I guess I'm going to have to take care of it all myself."

Miss Casey got up and returned with a double-ended dildo, which she placed in Denise's open mouth. Since the poor woman's mouth was held open by the ring gag, she had to use her tongue to hold the rubber phallus in place.

The bleach blonde then sat back down in the chair and inserted the other end of the dildo in her sex and placed her feet on Denise's shoulders. Then, she began to fuck herself on the dildo.

First, she would tug on the leash, causing her chair to slide forward, until the dildo was firmly embedded in her cunt. Then, she would kick her legs out sliding the chair away from Denise. Her chair rolled back and forth easily, thrusting the dildo in and out of her sex. Her other hand was free to play with her clit or a nipple, whichever she seemed to be in the mood for. Miss Casey was floating on cloud nine.

However, poor Denise was getting the worst of it. Due to the ring gag, she was unable to bite down on the dildo. Instead, the only thing keeping it from going back further was the pressure exerted from her tongue. In short order, the dildo was banging against the back of her throat. To make matters worse, the weights on her nipples swung freely, causing her additional discomfort. 

It wouldn't be so bad if she would cum though. Miss Casey was certainly well on her way, judging from the aroused state of her sex. Denise was helpless and watched jealously from her close vantage as the dildo fucked the sleazy looking woman. 

'It isn't fair,' thought Denise. 'This sleazy bitch gets to cum, while I have to suffer. God, I would trade my car for five minutes alone with this dildo.'

The speed of Casey's fingers on her clit sped. She had dropped the leash, grabbed Denise by the hair, thrusting it back and forth. 

"I'm cumming. That's it fuck mouth. Work my cunt. Work it bitch-work it. Ah-Ah-Ah-here it cums-here it cums." Casey's hips rose off the chair and the banged up and down as she climaxed violently. 

"That was very good pet, wait her while I ring up your purchases." Miss Casey removed the plastic cock from the ring gag, went back into the front of the store and then returned with a large bag. She took the collar and leash off the kneeling woman and placed them in the bag along with a very large dildo. She helped Denise to her feet. "It was a pleasure doing business with you."

Denise shook her head violently. She couldn't go back out like this. What if someone she knew drove by as she was leaving? What would April think?

Miss Casey pushed Denise out into the bright fluorescent lights of the store. "Maybe you can talk Frank into making you a bit more presentable."

'Oh God, the Pigman,' thought Denise.

Denise walked to behind the counter, with every eye watching the weights swinging from her nipples with every step. She wondered how she was going to be able to make Frank understand what she needed with the ring gag in her mouth.

As he saw her approach, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick flaccid cock. 

'What am I turning into?' Denise thought as she knelt in front of the sweaty fat man. He removed the gag from her mouth and pushed her face toward his crotch. 

Denise licked his penis. It tasted of salt, but it wasn't as bad as she thought. She only wished she had the use of her hands, because Frank was making things very difficult for her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her up and down his thick shaft. He teased her with the head of his cock, making her chase after it, humiliating her in front of the store patrons. 

By the time she captured the bulbous head in her mouth, she was more than eager to suck it. Where she had once been timid with her husband, with this total stranger, she was bobbing her head up and down like a madwoman desperate for cum. And she was desperate for it, because the quicker he came, the quicker she could get out of this perverse place.

"God, this one loves a cock, doesn't she?" said Frank.

"You should have seen her suck a pussy."

Denise felt her skirt being lifted and a finger slip easily into her soaking sex. She moaned and felt Frank pushing her head further against his crotch. 

It was already at the back of her throat. She struggled against him.

"You better not bite me bitch." 

Miss Casey slipped another finger into Denise's cunt. "Stop fighting it. Just relax and swallow it."

Denise obeyed. The cock slipped down her throat. At first she felt like she was choking and then gagging as it was withdrawn. 

"It's alright. Just breathe through your nose and don't try to fight it."

It slipped into her throat again. In and out it violated her. She was being fucked. He was fucking her face. Denise had long since ceased being embarrassed. Her only thoughts were the penis going in and out her mouth and the fingers exploring her aching cunt.

"Oh God, I'm cumming." Frank grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock down her throat. She felt it spasm and spurt at the back of her throat.

"Uh-uh-uh-swallow it all you cock sucking whore," Frank groaned.

Denise worked her throat. She had no choice; it was swallow or choke.

Frank pulled the housewife off of his softening cock. "Clean it," he ordered.

Denise began the rueful task of cleaning the congealing cum from his thick organ. It wouldn't have been so bad but for the audience watching from behind the counter.

Finally it was over. Frank did make her a bit more presentable, but not as much as Denise had hoped. She left the grimy store wearing her short skirt and her thin blouse was still unbuttoned. Since her arms were covered with casts, her bag of sex supplies was held between her teeth. Thankfully, it hid her bare breasts and her clamped nipples, at least from the front. High heel shoes, sunglasses and a hot pink wig completed the outfit.

Denise hurried back to the parked car, her ass twisting suggestively from side to side, due to the tall heels and the plug still firmly embedded in her ass. She knew how obscene she must look, but prayed the wig and glasses hid her identity. 

April held the door open for Denise to get inside the car. The older woman grunted when she sat, as the plug was driven deeper into her ass.

"God, slut, couldn't you wait till we got home to try everything out?"

Denise was hysterical. "It was so awful Ap-I mean Mistress; that bitch in there practically molested me!"

"Oh, you poor thing," April consoled the stricken woman with mock sincerity. "Tell Mistress all about it."

Denise told April about her traumatic experience inside the porn shop. It was difficult to remain focused, especially when the young girl took the clamps off her breasts. Denise found out that unbelievable as it seems, they hurt more coming off than they did when they were on.

The further into the story Denise got, the more liberties her niece took with her. Soon the older woman, sat with her legs spread wide, trying to tell about her adventures between moans, while April teased her tormented sex.




Denying Denise



"And then they made me stick his penis in my mouth, there on the dirty floor, while everyone gawked at me."

"Oh my, Neesie, what would Ted think if he knew the woman he married was a slutty exhibitionist?"

"I'm not an exhibitionist. It was horrible."

"Really? You seem to be enjoying it now."

Denise opened her eyes in shock to see several lecherous stares. She clamped her legs closed. "Oh, God, please April, lets go."

"It's Mistress April. Just for that, you're going to give them a show. Open your legs, bitch."

Denise reluctantly complied and April buried two fingers in her aunt's wet sex. Then pulled them free and held them in front of her lips.

"That's my girl. Now, clean off your nasty juices and remember to smile and look at the nice men."

Denise obeyed the young girl completely. Afterwards, April drove to the mall, where Denise was reluctant to go in.

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"Please Mistress, I'm begging you. I can't go in there. Someone might see me."

"I've already explained this once Neesie, we have to get you a makeover. Otherwise, you will attract too much attention when we are together, because you are so old looking. Now, either do what I say, or no cummie-cum."

Denise was trapped. She couldn't bear the thought of either alternative. "I can't." she whispered.

"Fine, then lets go to the country club to socialize."

Denise turned white with horror. She would definitely be recognized there. Everyone knew her. 

"Wait. I'll do it. I'll go in."

"Are you sure? Will you do everything I ask. Hair, nails, makeup - the works?"

Denise shuddered. "Yes. Yes, I'll do it everything."

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It sounded so simple in the car, but two hours later and Denise sat shell shocked with April on a seat in front of Belks. 

"You look so awesome Neesie, I wonder if Tom will recognize you when he gets home?"

'Oh God, Tom!' thought Denise. 'Will he still want me, much less recognize me?' 

In truth, Denise barely recognized her self. Her hair was bleached to a platinum blonde. Bronze streaks ended in gel-set points. Her face bore the latest in make-up fashion, bright colors suitable for a nineteen-year-old, with long glued on nails, and gaudy jewelry. The worst part of it was that April didn't even let her retain a semblance of pride. She had just went in and said what she wanted for her 'pet'.

With no exception, every person looked at Denise in shock, waiting for her to discipline the young girl, but the older woman could only blush and nod her head.

After her transformation, she had lost ten years, but she still looked like an older woman trying to be a teenager -- a teenaged slut.

She shuddered, causing her long earrings to jangle.

"Kiss me pet," April said.

Denise kissed the young girl chastely on the cheek and then beside her full lips.

April turned her head away. "I thought the nasty girl wanted a cummie-cum?"

"I do Mistress." Tears of frustration welled in Denise's eyes.

"Then open your mouth and stick out your tongue for a real kiss like a good little wifie."

Denise trembled, looking around quickly to see if there was anyone around who might spot her and then did as commanded.

"Good girl. Now, stay there. I'm always the aggressor and remember to moan for me to show me your pleasure."

'I can't believe I'm doing this,' Denise thought, as her tongue danced with her niece's in broad daylight. When April smother her mouth with her own, Denise didn't need to summon moans of desire, they came on they're own.

After the kiss, April licked her lipstick smeared lips predatorily. "Delicious."

Denise blushed, as she wondered about her own appearance.

"Do you want an orgasm little dykie?"

Denise's heart leapt with anticipation, before settling back down with reality. "If Mistress wants me to."

"Mistress does." April reached into the bag she brought in from the car and took out an item that was purchased from the sex shop. It was a large dildo, which she sat down on its flat base next to Denise. She disguised its presence with the now empty bag.

Denise gasped in shock. "But April, we're in the middle of the mall."

"So?" April raised her eyebrows, as if daring Denise to question her.

"B-b-but. . ."

"This is your last chance until Tom gets home."

Denise looked around frantically. Though they were in the main aisle, it was slow and no one appeared to be paying them any attention. She couldn't believe she was contemplating this, but it had been too long - three long weeks and followed by the constant teasing. She had to have release.

She blushed a bright crimson. Her lips trembled. "Oh God, Mistress, how'm I gonna do this?"

"Don't worry, I'll guide you every step of the way. First, stand up." Denise tried, but the high-heeled shoes and unusable arms made it impossible. April got up and helped her aunt to her feet. Then she moved the bag out from in front of the large dildo. "Now ease back down on it pet."

April lifted the hem of her aunt's skirt, so it wouldn't catch on the rubber phallus. Then she guided it to the opening of Denise's sex. Trembling, the older woman eased down onto the thick pole until it was halfway in her stretched pussy.

She gave long groan and her descent stopped. "Ugh-get me off. It's too big."

April's eyes grew with alarm. "Oh shit! Here comes someone."

"God knows. I knew something like this would happen." Denise pressed down harder, but it was still stuck. "Help me Mistress. Ugh-baby please help me."

April pushed down on Denise's thighs and the older woman resumed her progress down the giant cock. Her face screwed up and a loud groan began to escape her mouth. April caught her aunt's mouth in a kiss, smother the cries until she was firmly mounted on the large phallus.

Once Denise was firmly seated, she returned to her senses. She was hot and sweaty, and between the dildo in her cunt and the plug in her ass, she had never felt as full-as stuffed in her entire life. She looked around quickly to see if she had made it in time, but she didn't see anyone. April had lied to her!

"I can't believe you lie-oh!" Denise was interrupted by a vibrating sensation deep in her body. She could feel it run through her insides it was so strong. Panicked, she looked over at her niece, who had a shit-eaten grin on her face and a white controller in her hand. 

"You're mine," April whispered, licking her lips.

Denise felt the vibrations increase in glorious intensity, until she thought she would swoon and then die down to nothingness. She squeezed her thighs together and then cast her glace fearfully around the mall.

"No," said April. "I want you looking at me. If I catch you looking anywhere else but in my eyes, then I will stop. Say yes Mistress if you understand."

Denise flushed, eyes darting around in fear, before looking up to meet her Mistress's intense gaze. "Yes, Mistress."

This was the part that scared Denise the most. How her body betrayed her was one thing, but it seemed to have a mind of its own and she could divorce herself of responsibility due to her handicap. But, these feelings she felt whenever she looked into the young girl's eyes; how could she explain them and could she ever get rid of them. 

She felt the vibrations stir in her sex again as April grinned widely. 

"Who do you belong to pet?"

"You, Mistress."

"And whose cunt is that? And tits and ass?"

"Yours." Denise knew she needed to look away from those two pools of crystal clear blue that pulled her in. She was drowning and she couldn't escape.

"And whose heart is that?"

"Yours." Denise was sobbing now, overcome with emotion and pleasure from the ever increasing vibrations. "I love you Mistress," she volunteered. Her eyes locked onto April's now, returning her gaze in intensity.

"What about Tom?"

"I don't care about Tom, I want you. I need you. Ah-Ah-Oh shit!" Denise felt her ass and cunt spasm around their intruders. She was awash with pleasure. She was going to cum.

"Are you going to divorce Tom?"

"Yes!" Denise cried, as her body quaked with pleasure.

"And marry me? Be my wifie, my cunt slave?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"To love honor and obey."

"Yes-yes"

"To get teased, frustrated, punished, and anything else I can think of."

"Yes-yes-oh-yes!" Denise felt the damn break inside her sex, as she was overcome by the most mind-consuming, earth-shattering orgasm in her entire life. She struggled to keep looking into April's eyes, while her body shook. 'Kiss me,' she thought and as if April could read her mind, she did.

Denise ached to for her arms to be free, to hug with, but she was satisfied to be captured in April's snug embrace. She shook and cried, as she had an orgasm, then two, then three, until finally her body stilled with exhaustion. April broke the kiss and broke into a crocodile grin. "You're mine now."

"Till death do us part," Denise whispered in a faint voice. 

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If Denise thought that it was over after that, she would be proved wrong. She spent the rest of the time doing increasingly perverted acts. She ate all her meals from between her niece's thighs and out of her sex. No place was off limits, no act too outrageous. 

One morning, after Denise had pleasured April and idly lapped at her sex in bliss, April squatted over her, trapping her head between her squatting sweaty thighs.

"I'm going to pee," she announced.

Denise looked up worriedly at her expectant niece. The older didn't know what to do, so she pressed her mouth over the young girl's down covered sex.

"Ewwww, you are such a nasty little wifie." April bit her lower lip and her face winced in concentration. "Here it comes," she hissed.

And come it did. First one hot spurt filled her mouth. After that, it came in a salty rush that Denise had to struggle to keep up with. 

Afterwards, Denise looked up at her niece, praying not to see a look of derision or scorn. Seeing only love and sated pleasure, Denise lapped the remnants from her lover's salty sex.

Denise didn't mind those games. They were actually less scary than some of the other games they played, like the exhibitionist games. For instance, one day they went out to the park, with Denise's body on display in scanty clothes and she caught an old woman looking at her disdainfully.

"Who are you looking at?" asked April.

"Nobody."

April turned and looked. "Well, show nobody your cunt."

Denise slid her legs to the side and spread them, displaying her wet aroused sex. Her sex was wet almost all the time now, with no release since the day at the mall.

The old woman mouthed slut and hurriedly got up and left. 

"Old bitch." April laughed. "Come on little wifie, let's go home, so you can eat my pussy."

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When Tom called at night, April took great pleasure in teasing her increasingly frustrated aunt. With legs tied to the bedposts, April teased Denise's plump folds with a feather. While her husband told of all the dreary things that happened at his conference; the housewife spent those precious moments licking her niece's sweet honey from a proffered finger. The conversations between the husband and wife grew increasingly abrupt with ever day that passed.

On the day her husband was due home, Denise was naked and on all fours in the living room floor. Her ass glowed red from a spanking and small weights dangled from her sweat covered breasts.

"I think I just heard Tom pull up. This is your last chance to back out little wifie."

Denise lay obediently in front of her neice, not daring to try to pleasure herself on the dildo firmly embedded in her sex. "I don't care. I love you baby. Oh God, please fuck me. Fuck me Mistress."

April plunged the phallus in the hilt and began to pound into the married woman. She heard the faint sound of the car door slamming. 'It wouldn't be long now,' she thought. Her pelvis slapped loudly, each time it hit Denise's plump ass.

"Does my little dykie want to cum?"

"If it pleases you Mistress," Denise forced herself to say. In truth she needed it desperately. She would give anything for it. In truth she *was* giving everything for it . . .her husband . . . her life.

"Then beg me for it bitch. Tell me what you want."

"Ugh, please fuck me Mistress. Fuck my cunt. Oh goddamnit, fuck me any way you want me." 

"Louder," commanded April as she heard the door being unlocked.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Denise gasped with each thrust.

April grabbed a handful of her aunt's hair, pulling the older woman's head back. Denise wailed as the climax hit full force. 

"Oh God, I'm cumming. Keep fucking me. Oh fuck me baby!"

April met Tom's shocked gaze with a confident stare. 'You might not recognize her, but this was your wife, but' she thought, giving the housewife a finger to suck on. "and she's mine now . . . all mine."