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The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 01

By: The Needler



This is a series of stories about unreal people in unreal situations; if your family is anything like this, please avail yourself of intense psychotherapy and serious pharmacology. As a great author once said about a completely different kind of story: "Persons attempting to find a narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot will be shot." (Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn)

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"Ow, ow. You little perv, that hurts." Justine D'Enfer's face wrinkled in pain as she lay naked on her bed with her legs splayed out. Justine was five foot eight: her one hundred and ten pounds were esthetically draped on her frame, resulting in lascivious hips, pert breasts and a wispy waist. She had bosom length chestnut hair and warm brown eyes that were now relaxing from a full squint. It was early afternoon, and twenty year old Justine was letting her nineteen year old brother Justin give her a Brazilian bikini wax.

Justin stirred the wax with a wooden spatula and shook his head. "You're such a baby; Mom used to take this without bitching. I spent six months learning to do this downtown so she wouldn't have strangers around her cunt, and Mom's such a perfectionist I had to be good. Not to mention she set me up with all her friends to keep in practice." He spread the prep oil on another patch of trimmed hair before applying the warm wax and cloth strip. "You should talk about something to take your mind off it; that's what all Mom's friends do when I do them." He was a muscular nineteen year old, six foot three, with short brown hair, friendly brown eyes, and a winning smile. He wore a brown t-shirt, jeans and flip flops as he worked on his sister.

Justine gave him a rebellious leer. "Yeah, I bet your teenie weenie is ready to pop after working over those old grey crotches. How come they all want Brazilian waxes?"

"You know those old sluts: always riding the latest trend. None of them looks like they did as teens: they've all had boob jobs, liposuction, Botox, peels, facelifts, ass crack bleaching. Those old broads will do anything to keep their rich sugar daddies happy. Get ready, here we go again."

"Ow, ow, ow. That was Mom, too, wasn't it?"

"No, Mom didn't do all that. She just liked being hairless and only wanted to do something about it every six weeks or so. I think Mom was up to something extracurricular pretty regularly, but she had some dirt on Dad to keep him around."

"Shit, I thought she'd had Botox at least. Well yes, Mom had something else going that provided your business among other things. I'll tell you more about that in a minute. Hey, hurry up with that lotion."

Justin anointed the freshly waxed area with a personal aloe vera mixture, and Justine purred as he worked it in. He moved over and prepped another area for treatment. "Turn over, please." She flipped over, spreading her cheeks wide. He continued as he spread the prep oil in her vertical smile: "They were disappointed that you weren't at the airport this morning to see them off."

Justine sighed. "Whatever. They're idiots: ripping people off and getting caught. Why do you think I wanted to go to boarding school? I got tired of their hypocrisy: they wanted me to be such a nice young virgin daughter to show off while they were two of the biggest pirates in town, wanted me to follow all their picky little rules, never let me have my kind of fun. I'm glad they got busted and I have no sympathy for their leaving the country to avoid jail. How come you got to stay? I thought you were completely under their thumb and they'd yank you out to keep them company?"

"No more, my slutty sister, no more. I hacked his computers and found out all his secrets,including the ones he's still hiding." He waxed the inside left cheek and applied the strip. "I found out how they set up ownership of the house and how they sent the money away; I busted them completely two weeks ago and they had to let me stay. They were pissed, but they had to deal with me if they weren't going to be broke in Morocco. Auntie Pru is our guardian until we turn twenty one, and then we have enough to live on forever. Here we go again."

"Ow, ow, ow, ow. Get that lotion in there, quick. Yeah, yeah, I guess you really know what you're doing, teenie weenie." Justine took a sip from the scotch on her night table and lay back as Justin prepared another area. "How many more?"

"Just a couple more, slut sister. Hang in there. Little bro is going to take care of you."

"Aren't you worried that the cops are going to find the same data you did? After all, they subpoenaed all Dad's records and hard drives. We could still be up shit's creek when this is all over if the find the wrong hard drives and disks."

Justin meticulously went about his work, reaching up to stroke her cheek and tease the side of her breast as it was pointed down onto the bed. "Not if they're smashed to dust sitting in a bag with rocks in at the bottom of the river. The supporting paperwork started the fire in the fireplace last night. They'll find documentation for what they know, but nothing new. The trial next week will be short and sweet; the folks will be exiles the rest of their lives and we'll be free of the manipulating bastards. Here we go again."

"Ow, ow, ow, ow. How much do the rich old bitches pay you for this?"

"A hundred a pop."

"Shit, they could get this cheaper at the salon."

"Yeah, but they would be seen coming and going with their names on the appointment books for others to see. I enjoy making them squirm and occasionally get a little reward for my silence."

Justine's eyes popped wide open as Justin prepared the last patch. "Do you fuck them, teenie weenie?"

He smoothed the last strips of cloth in place. "No, just some handjive; they've all grown teeth below their waists. I wish you'd stop calling me that. Last time."

"Ow, ow, ow, ow. Yeow, that was horrible. Get that lotion in there."

Justin started to work in more soothing lotion. "By the way, you should never taunt somebody who's waxing your asshole, sis."

Justine winced, "Sorry, teenie weenie."

Justin frowned and glared. "Things have changed since you went away to high school. Take a look at this." He dropped his trousers and shorts to display a monster stirring to reach nine inches.

"Wow, I guess you don't have a teenie weenie any more! What a growth spurt. Mmmm, may I touch it?"

"Absolutely." She tenderly reached out and stroked the shaft, pausing to tease the rim of the head and the slit that oozed a drop. "My, my, I think I need to get better acquainted with this dude sometime."

"Sure. Business before pleasure. Why don't you flip over and put your legs wide over your head so I can check for any ingrown or wild hairs?" She complied with his request as he pulled his pants up and got his tweezers.

She winced as he found a couple of ingrown hairs the wax missed. "Hey, guess what I found going through Mom's room?"

"What?"

"Her diary. It's such a riot: Mom was a dominatrix with all her friends. Ow! All the women you've been waxing have been sucking Mom's toes and worse for decades. She ordered all her friends get waxed because she liked them as hairless as she was, and she got extra kicks knowing you were waxing them to get them ready for her."

"Wow, I can believe that now. It makes sense; why send me off to get trained to do this and set me up with this clientele? She got off on making them do it." He looked around carefully for anything he missed. "Well, Dad used to go through a couple of hookers a week. High priced, of course."

"I believe it. He used to pester me when I was home; I had to become the queen of cock sucking so he wouldn't fuck me. Did he ever share the hookers with you?"

"You kidding? That selfish, self-centered bastard? He played the noble head of family and expected me to be the Promising Young Man with a Bright Future. The dude would have crapped his pants if I went out with a hooker. The only action I ever got was Mom jacking me off after the waxing sessions and the same from her friends. Mom didn't like to do it, but I had her over a barrel; no handjob, no waxing."

"Well, I'll do a deal with you that I think you'll like. I hate to cook and you are the best chef I know. In exchange for your cooking every day and a Brazilian wax every six weeks, I'll give you a handjob every day you want one."

"Not good enough, sis, not good enough. That's a lot but I want a little more. The cooking and the Brazil waxing in exchange for a blowjob every day I want one."

Justine thought for a minute. "One blowjob and four handjobs a week."

"Three blowjobs and two handjobs."

"Two blowjobs and three handjobs?"

Justin nodded, "Done." They spit on their palms and shook hands to seal the deal. 

Justine looked at the clock and asked, "Are we done, donkey dick?"

He looked around for a few moments, "All clear, sis."

"I've got to pay a visit to Auntie Pru this afternoon. She may get in our way since she's our guardian for another year or so, but something in Mom's diary gives us some leverage with her. I'm going to make sure that she's not going to do anything to spoil our fun."

"Really? What?"

"I'll tell you later. Let me get dressed; I need to get there before she gets off work at five. It'll be easier to persuade her there; she'll be more afraid of exposure at work. I'll fill you in when I get home." Justine got up, dressed hurriedly and gave her brother a peck on the cheek as she went out the door.

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Prudence Tailleferre sat at her desk. She was the director of the public library: a position of great responsibility, but she felt a failure with her life. She was forty five years old, five foot three, two hundred pounds, and had brown hair with dramatic grey intrusions. Her teeth were crooked and her nose a little too large; her warm brown eyes were her best feature, lurking beneath shaggy eyebrows and behind thick, horn rim glasses. She wore a white silk blouse with a lace collar and black slacks above black flats. The work day was struggling toward a conclusion: it was a quarter past four and the daily mountain of paperwork had shrunk to tiny foothill. Ten minutes work without interruption would see it gone and she could relax before going home at five. It would be another droll evening, listening to soft jazz and knitting, but Prudence's home life had been that way for the past ten years: long spells of glacial loneliness that usually defied attempts to fill them punctuated by short incursions of babysitting her niece and nephew and an occasional secret lark she indulged in once a week. Now she was their guardian; she sighed as she thought of how much trouble it was going to be keeping those two in line. It would be worse than babysitting them as toddlers.

Just as the last page was turned, her niece, Justine D'Enfer bounced into her office. Justine wore a fur coat over a light blue dress with a moderate neckline, a silver necklace, pearl earrings, and blue heels with matching purse. Prudence thought her as the same kind of brat her mother was: aggressive to the point of outrageous, flirtatious without being wanton, manipulative with only a hint of cruelty. Still, Justine was always cheerful and attentive around her aunt, and Prudence put up with her wilfulness as she had her nephew Justin's to bask in their brash spirits, which she envied. They were rays of sunshine in her gloom, although they no longer punctuated it as often as they had in the past. Justine's moods always ran the gamut from electric to despondent within short periods of time, so it was no surprise that after a light hearted entrance, she slumped despondently into Prudence's extra chair. Prudence made certain that her desk was clear before she addressed her niece.

"Hello sweetheart, how's it going today?"

"I dunno, Auntie Pru, I dunno. It's tough with the folks gone. I don't know what Justin and I are going to do without them."

Prudence chuckled very softly to herself. "Well, you won't have as many arguments around the house I'm sure. If your father were any more brilliant, he never would have gotten caught embezzling, and if your mother wasn't involved up to her eyelashes with him she wouldn't have gone to Morocco as well. You're lucky that everything is in your name and your brother's, otherwise you'd be camping out in my living room."

Justine's answering pout was obviously put on. "Okay, auntie, you busted me. It's kind of like every night is Saturday night now, but I miss playing games with them. It was a lot sweeter to see how much I could get away with behind their backs. Dad was always worried about us acting dignified enough for rich people and Mom was always worried about me becoming a slut."

"Becoming?"

"Well, I'm not too bad; I'm more of a teaser than a pleaser. You should have seen that high school quarterback I went out with last weekend. What a hunk and what muscles! Tight pair of buns that had me drooling from the first time I laid eyes on him."

"I hope that you're being careful."

"Sure, auntie, sure. No glove, no love; that's my credo and if he's smaller than my eight and half inch vibrator, the party's over. Anyway, the boy had no idea how to please a woman: couldn't find an erogenous zone with a map and when his fly came open, he couldn't muster six inches. So, I called a cab and left him with his stiff cock hanging out lonesome."

Prudence chuckled. "I bet he didn't like that."

"Yeah, he sure didn't. He tried to fuck me anyway, but I sweet talked him into letting me blow him a little, then I chomped his dick and twisted his balls. That took care of his arrogance."

"Ooh, that hurts to hear even thought I don't have any. You aren't having any parties at the house while you're there alone, are you?"

"No, duh. We'd just have to clean it up, and some of those losers Justin works with at the radio station would never leave. So we made a deal: all partying with friends done away from home. By the way, we need a few things to restock the liquor cabinet, could you help us out?"

"Well, since it's not for your friends, I guess I can."

"Here's the list." She handed over a long list, and then settled back cooly. "That's not what I wanted to talk to you about today, Auntie Pru."

"Oh?"

"No." Justine's eyebrows started to dart up and down while a sly grin played across her lips. "I've been reading Mom's diary."

Prudence swallowed and licked her lips. "Yes. How would that concern me?"

"Mom's diary tells about what her sister likes. Her sister likes some rather different things."

Prudence began breathing more heavily, and clutched the edge of her desk. "Yes, uh, say more."

"Well, it seems that her sister likes abuse. Likes to be spanked in unusual places, hasn't been with a man very often. She likes to be restrained at times likes punishment. I wonder if her sister has had a lot of fun lately?"

"Well, I, well, I don't know what you think you're doing reading your mother's diary like this. This is betraying a confidence."

"Oh, get off it Auntie. I know you and Mom don't get along that well, and there wasn't anything else there that I didn't know already. It started as a little sisterly abuse and got out of hand because you liked it. I also used my pass key and checked up your computer at home. You're a nasty girl, Auntie Pru, really nasty. All those bookmarks on femdom sites, all those mpegs of tit torture and pussy abuse, the nipple clamps in your dresser drawer: one set looks downright vicious. Ever find someone willing to take care of your special needs?"

"I had a couple of relationships over the years, but nothing that ever lasted. Never found a man of course; your grandfather abused me and I've had a difficult time relating to men. The women I've been with always drove me away in the end." 

"So it's been a while since you've had any real action?" Prudence gave a brief, timid nod. "A year?" A shake of the head. "Two years? Five? Ten? Wow, you've had a really long dry spell, Auntie." Justine leaned over the desk to trace her aunt's cheek with her finger, then gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Well, we're family, we'll stick together. I'll take care of you, Auntie P." Justine eyes danced gleefully. "I want to come over to your house tonight for some fun."

"Well, I don't know, Justine. . ."

Justine patted her aunt's hand as is lay on the desk and smiled maliciously. "I promise: we'll only do stuff you like and I'll respect your limits. I've always wanted to try this kind of kink. C'mon Auntie. You've always been good to us."

"Well, all right, Justine. I guess you can come over around seven o'clock."

"Don't get too worked up waiting for me."

Justine flounced out of the office, and Prudence had to take a sip from the brandy she had stowed on her closet shelf. Emotions were tearing her in half: abject fear and gleeful anticipation made her break out in a cold sweat. This could get out of hand rather quickly, but in her own self-centered way Justine had always genuinely loved her. Maybe if she let her niece get this curiosity out of her system, she would move on to some nice boy out there. . .

The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 02



The front door of Prudence's old house banged once as Justine entered. Prudence was waiting for her on the couch, her hands wrapped around a white handkerchief. Justine smiled broadly as she came up and sat next to her aunt on the couch. "Hi, Aunty Pru, how's with you?" she chirped while planting a wet kiss on Prudence's cheek. It was a greeting that Justine and her brother had given since they were first articulate. "Did you get the booze for us?"

"No, sweetheart, I forgot."

"Well, you'll have to be punished for that. Don't worry Auntie Pru, I've read Mom's diary over and over again, and looked at a lot of 'how to' websites. I won't gag you and all you have to do is tell me what works and what doesn't work for you." 

"I'm still worried about whether this is right or not."

"Gosh Auntie, was it right when you sucked on Mom's boobs and clit until she came? Was it right that your back rubs that included front rubs and pussy rubs? Was it right that you let her smack your titties, your ass and your cunt with a belt until they turned beet red? I know Mom's a mean, abusive bitch who'd do it just for kicks, but you asked for it after a while, and as recently as a year ago you were begging her to work you over again. She told you no."

"Well, yes, that was your mother and I, but I'm not sure that you can handle this, or I can handle this with you."

"Well, I've had sex with family members already. I blew Uncle Fabian the night before he was killed in the car wreck, I've been sidetracking Dad's lust with a lick and a promise, and I've been letting little brother Justin do a little exploration of the female body. I've seen Mom and Dad naked a lot, even watched their monthly fuck session when they thought I wasn't around, so seeing you naked isn't going to warp me anymore than I'm warped already." Prudence blushed. Justine moved over behind the woman on the couch: she started stroking her aunt's shoulders softly, savoring the feel of the silk against her hands and teased the back of her aunt's neck and earlobes with open mouthed kisses.

Prudence struggled to contain herself, but she slowly warmed up to her niece's attentions. The younger woman's hands ranged farther, tracing the grand curves of the mammoth breasts, fingering the nipples through the fabric, teasing the sides with sharp fingernails. Prudence moaned once, twice, three times, then stated to unbutton the soft white tent. As her grand white torso was exposed, Justine started running her long red fingernails over bare skin, leaving fleeting red trails. Justine unhooked the huge white bra, maneuvered it off and encouraged the older woman to put her hands on top of her head. Licking her aunt's left ear, Justine continued to trace hard fingers across the white expanses, sharply scraping huge areolas and squeezing the long nipples while her aunt savored the sensations.

Justine pulled away and brought a small item from her purse. A husky whisper caressed Prudence's ear: "Wow, you've got some really big hooters there, Auntie. I bet the guys coming through library cream their jeans thinking about them."

"Well, thank you, sweety, but I always wear clothes that kind of hide them. My face isn't that attractive, so most folks don't think about the rest of me. . ."

"They're huge and so nice and white. Ooh, it's a little cold in here, I can tell by your nipples perking up." Justine cooly reached out to flick the nipples that stood out urgently. The flicks brought flashes of delight to Prudence's face, with her eyes closed, and the flicks continued as Justine watched with the detachment of a scientist. "Arch your back a little more so your boobs stick out more, yeah, that's it.. Mom said you liked to go straight to some serious shit." She showed her aunt the item in her hand: a small, delicate handle that held five leather strips that were one inch wide and seven inches long. "Mom's custom tit flogger." She started to dangle and rub the tails over the milky skin as the older woman licked her lips in anticipation.

Prudence stuck her chest out and raised her sagging bust line more. "Anytime you want to get started, dear."

Justine flicked her wrist and marks appeared on her right breast. "Wow, that really rocks." She traced the red marks with her fingernail before suddenly releasing a flurry of lashes. A dancing leer lit up her face. "I like how they jiggle a little bit when I hit them." Prudence was breathing heavily as her niece savaged her skin, salt water leaking from the edges of her eyes. Justine stopped abruptly with a puzzled look: "Should you be crying? I thought you liked this?"

Prudence smiled through the tears, her eyes closed in bliss. "It hurts and it makes my cry, but they're good tears. The pain travels down and makes me all moist below. You're doing all right."

"Good," Justine said, and gave her aunt several more lashes to her breasts before grabbing her left nipple to squeeze it tightly for several seconds before twisting it hard. Prudence screamed and screamed, and Justine finished her work of turning Prudence's breasts crimson.

"Thanks. Gosh, they're pretty red. Why don't you bend over the chair and I'll do your butt? Take your pants and your panties down." Her aunt obeyed her quickly, stepping out of the rest of her clothes and bending over a straight chair naked. "My, my, my, that smell is familiar. You're really turned on by this. Here comes two rosy cheeks." Justine went about her work enthusiastically, moving around to cover the huge target.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ouch! Slow the pace a little bit; let the pain sink in before you do the next one. Rub the red skin a little between smacks." With one hand, Justine undid her buttons and pulled off her clothes. Hearing the whispering fabric, Prudence opened her eyes and smiled. "What a beautiful body you have, Justine. Just like your mother's at your age. How did you get so hairless?"

"A Brazilian bikini wax. It huts like hell, but it really cleans up the area and you don't have to do it again for six weeks. I used to shave all year round; but last time I let Justin to do some waxing."

"Justin?"

"Yeah, the little pervert picks things up quickly. Mom had him taught how to do the whole Brazilian treatment. You should see the donkey dick he's got now. Well, back to business." She worked methodically, expanding the red area gradually.

Prudence winced as the blows landed, and her backside turned bright red. As Justine paused, Prudence said, "Yes, sweety, yes. If you hit my breasts in this position, they'll bounce around a lot. You might like that."

"Let me get down so I can look up." She dropped to the floor and slid underneath the chair on her back, looking up at her aunt. "Oh, it's so nice to see your face." She hit her aunt's breasts a couple of times forcefully with the flogger. "Gosh, they do fly pretty dramatically."

"Slap them with your hand and they'll dance better."

Justine giggled as she slapped her aunt's breasts hard, sending them on a wide wobbly dance. She reached up to suck Prudence's breasts and earned a dramatic intake of breath as reward. Prudence moaned: "Your mouth feels so nice on my nipples, oh, oh, oh, oh, my god you're biting them! Yesssssss. Yessssss." Prudence continued to hiss and sputter as Justine brought her to a tit orgasm.

Justine stopped and took a deep breath. "Left you a bit breathless, didn't I? Gosh, I'm so wet. I'm going to sit on the couch and let you eat me, auntie. Crawl over on all fours." Her aunt eagerly did what she was told. "Yes, take a good breath of my cunt, now stick your tongue in there. Oh, oh, oh, oh, my god, I can't believe that you're so good at this. Let me reach over and rub your tits, oh they feel so hot under my hands. Yes, yes, yes, I'm so close, I'm close, I'm so close, oh, you like it when I pinch them like that." Prudence redoubled her efforts, sending Justine into wild spasms and a high pitched ululation.

After Justine calmed down, she looked at Prudence. "Was it good for you?"

Prudence gingerly touched her red striped skin as she reclined in her niece's crotch. "It's been too long. You're such a good student, sweetheart. We'll do this again."

"I don't go to Italy for another three weeks. How does twice a week sound?"

"Gosh, baby, I don't know. It's been so long. It will take me a day to recover from this; I won't be able to wear a bra tomorrow. You probably will have a hot date Friday night, don't you?"

"Just some rich loser. If he doesn't have the minimum, I'll be over here in a flash. If not, then I'll just come around later with some sexual frustration from a bad college lay."

"Well, I'll be here, sweety. Give me a little call to let me know when you'll be here so I can get ready."

Justine gave her aunt a child-like peck on the cheek. "See you later, Auntie Pru."

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The front door of the D'Enfer family residence snicked open, and slammed closed with the snap of the deadbolt returning. Justine hung her coat in the hall closet and bellowed: "Hey donkey dick, you beating off somewhere?"

A faint reply came to her, "I'm in the hot tub, slut sister. Get out here."

Justine went down to the family room and saw her brother in the hot tub just outside the sliding door. She kicked off her shoes and walked up the steps to sit on the rim of the tub, dangling her feet in the water.

Justin was naked in the tub, unconcerned about his nudity as a child. Giving her a suspicious smile, he leered at her. "I think somebody finally got some action tonight."

"I don't know what you talking about," Justine replied with mock innocence, flicking water in his face with her toes. "I just went over to visit Auntie Pru."

Justin's smile did not waver. "How did it go? Did you use your leverage on her?"

She nodded. "Auntie Pru is in our pocket. I am the mistress and she is the slave. It will take a while before we can get away with anything, but in a few months everything will be fine and she'll be contented as a cow getting milked every morning. She's even going to keep our liquor cabinet stocked for us."

Justin shook his head. "All right, I believe you. But you have this glow that I'm jealous of already, and it's been a week since I got even a handjob. I need a little action and I'm tired of beating off."

"Be nice and you might get more," she said, giving him another flick with her toes. He grabbed her foot and sucked on three of her toes into his mouth hungrily until she sighed before releasing her. "Mmm, that persuasion may get you somewhere. Anyway, I've got a lot to do before I take off for Italy in a couple of weeks."

Justin nodded. "I've got the day off work at the station, so I'll be able to see you off. Are you going to tell the folks you're going through with this trip anyway?"

"Hell no, they might expect me to come see them in Morocco. Last time I talked to them, I said I was so broke up over their being forced to live in a country that had no extradition treaty, that I didn't think I'd be going to Italy after all."

"Well, it should be a scream for Mom and Dad; they can hardly stand each other these days and now they're stuck together in a country where they don't know anybody else and don't speak the language. Their plane should be close to touching down soon."

"Yeah, they might even fuck more than once a month just out of boredom. They deserve each other, the arrogant bastards."

Justine pursed her lips and batted her eyes at her brother. "They're really kind of crazy, seeing what things they could be uptight about. We always had to sneak around when you were sucking my clit and I was jacking you off. They would have disowned us if they thought we were doing anything like that; yet they were always getting their rocks off with anybody they felt like without a care in the world. They almost couldn't stand each other, yet they thought they had to have sex the 13th of every month, on the date of their marriage, just for some weird validation."

"Yeah, they could be traditional about the strangest things. Maybe they liked that once a month together as a odd change of pace; Dad said once that Mom was the tightest bitch he ever fucked. And they never wanted to know exactly what the other was up to. I could get those handjobs from Mom to keep quiet about how she got hairless; I don't think Dad could have handled me waxing her and all those old women. And I could get the car from Dad anytime by threatening to tell her about his hookers."

"Well, I'll kind of miss them, too." She said as she tousled his hair.

Justin started stroking his sister's calf and gently tickling the inside of her kneecap. "You better be careful with those Italian men. They think that every American woman dreams of getting fucked by an Italian."

"I know, I know. I've already learned how to tell them to get lost in Italian and if nothing else, a knee in the balls will do as much damage there as it does here." She leaned back to savor his teasing attention.

Justin slipped up out of the water to sit naked on the lip of the hot tub. His nine inch cock was at quarter staff above his huge testicles. Justine looked at them hungrily and licked her lips once. He pouted and said, "You know, every chick my age I've asked to suck or fuck this thing has freaked out. I keep reading that a big dick makes you popular, but you couldn't prove it by me. All the girls I know are cowards."

Justine waggled her eyebrows playfully and started stroking the water with her other foot. "So you think I might be interested in your tube steak, little brother?"

"Well, we do have a deal, and I did give you a good supper tonight. I made you fresh pasta and sauce for your Fettucini Alfredo and you did lick the plate clean, you little pig. You could thank me with a little personal licking in return."

Justine stuck her bare foot in Justin's crotch and started to tease his shaft and nuts with her toes. He relaxed with that attention and moaned as she teased him for five minutes, coaxing some of his wetness. She looked wistfully at the stars. "Well, I haven't had much lately, either, and no guy has filled my criteria for a year and a half. I've wanted to get hold of this donkey dick since I saw it this afternoon." Justine stood up, slipped off her dress, unhooked her bra and took off her panties. "I've done all your other firsts; it would cap things off to take your cherry. Talk nice to me and I'll see what I can do." She sat back down on the lip of the tub with her legs spread and her calves in the water.

Justin came off the lip of the tub and buried his face in her crotch. She gasped as he traced the contours of her outer and inner lips, perking her clitoris to attention. His hands found her breasts and started tracing delicate patterns on their fullness, working in circles that focused on her nipples occasionally. Already aroused from the early evening activities with her aunt, it didn't take her long to reach a screaming orgasm. He came up from between her legs with a Cheshire cat grin.

Justine nodded her head. "All right, donkey dick, but let's go inside to finish this. This deck is kind of hard." They went inside to the guest bedroom which was directly off the family room, and she laid him on the bed to give his cock her oral attention. 

"Aw sis, you're the best. Nobody runs their tongue over my balls like you do, ah, ah, ah, ah. Yes, yes, up my shaft, around the rim, oh, oh, oh, your mouth is heaven. I'm not going to last long like this. I love it when you tea bag me; you can almost make me come like that. Oh, I'm so close. Yeah, deep throat time. Five inches, five and a half, six, seven, oh, it's so good when you come up for air, you swirl the head so good. Eight, almost there, ah, ah, ah, all the way, I'm going to bust my nuts, ah, ah, ah, ah, aroooga!"

Justine kept him in her mouth and throat until he was soft again. "Hmm, baby bro, this is the sweetest cum I've ever tasted. Now for the Main Event; you're not going to be a virgin any longer."

"Yippee! I'm getting hard already looking forward to your cunt. Rub me while I work your clit." They turned around sixty nine to finger each other into readiness.

Justine sighed. "Yes, yes, oh, I like it like that. I'm going to miss you the next six months, donkey dick. Let me make sure you're hard. Oh yes, I'm just boiling at the thought of that monster inside me. Mount up, kiddo, let's get him in there. Oh, oh, oh, oh, slowly, just a little at a time. Gosh, how you fill me up, I feel that I'm being split in two. Yes, all the way in. Lay down flat on me, cheek to cheek. Yes, it's so good. You like it when I grind my hips like that? Oh yes, I can tell. Now, even though I'm wound up, you'll have to pump me slowly at first. That's right, long strokes, oh this feels so good."

"Sis, it feels so good to have you under me, welded to your body like this. Let me know when you want to change."

"Let's go all the way in this position, first time. Oh baby, now I know why I'm on the Pill. I'm almost sorry to be leaving in a couple of weeks; too bad you can't come along."

"I agree, sis. Will have to live off the fantasy until you come back."

"I'm getting close, sweetheart, are you?"

"Oh yeah, the cum factory is almost ready for business again."

"Let's speed up and get to the top together." Their pace increased frantically. Justine cried out, "O, why do I let other men try to fuck me? You're splitting me in half, it's so wonderful, aaarrrrggggghhh! Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh baby, oh baby, what have I been missing?" She panted as she came down from her ecstacy, tracing the outline of his jaw with her finger. "Did you come?"

Justin gave her his broad, winning smile. "Yes, sis, I popped a fountain deep inside just when you came. We'll have to wash these sheets."

They lay entwined as they came down from their exertions, running gentle hands over one another and staring into each other's eyes. She broke the spell: "I think I can stay away from the Italians for sure now; you're got me hooked. Don't make plans the next couple weeks; I'm going to need a lot in my fuck account to tide me over before I go."

"Sure thing, Justine. You're a such a bitch, but you know what buttons to push and you're so tight. Wear me out the next couple of weeks and I'll be all right while you're gone. I like my job at the radio station and it's good experience for me. I'll be in classes, too, so I'll have a lot to occupy me. Don't make any plans the week after jet lag."

"Don't worry about it. Now, two things your big sister has to check on: we agreed that there'll be no parties here."

"Yes, we agreed. I know what kind of pigs my friends are; we'll trash their pads. I'll tell them Aunt Pru is staying with me."

"And look after Auntie Pru. She's getting to be forty six in a few days, and she needs more than help around the yard. I'm going to see her in a couple of nights; she'll be looking for you."

"She's a great cook, too. I get tired of cooking for one, and she feeds me pretty well."

"She may feed you in some unexpected ways, if you know what I mean. . ."

"Tell me more. . ."



The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 03



It was the week after Justine went to Italy when Prudence next invited Justin over for supper. He spent an hour beforehand raking her yard while she proofread some papers he was working on for a class at the College. The weather was warm, so he wore shorts, flip flops, and a brief t-shirt with a Red Sox cap as he worked in the yard that Saturday. She looked out the window at him, and found herself wondering what life would have been like if such a young man had entered her life years ago. Justin was a good boy, and Prudence figured that in her own way she had been more of a mother to him than his own had been. Same with Justine, but after the past couple of weeks, that relationship had changed; Prudence already missed her deeply. Justin bagged the last of the lawn refuse for recycling and came in the back door to accept a beer from the fridge as he sat down heavily at the table.

"Thanks, Auntie Pru. Thanks for helping me with my papers."

"My pleasure, Justin. You're doing fine; I think that you're holding your own on the college level. Your hard work has paid off."

"Thanks for working with me on those papers; it took me forever to learn how to write right." He took another long sip from his beer, and then drained it. Prudence got another for him.

"Ha, ha, Justin. How's everything else?"

"Not bad. I'm getting frustrated with that jerk of a boss I have at the radio station. A total fuck-up, and he's only got the job because he's the owner's son. And I miss my sister, she's a bitch but it's lonely without her."

"Well, I'm sorry about that. I'm your guardian for the next couple of years; maybe you'd like me to buy you a radio station. Maybe that one if the price is right."

Justin's eyes took on a feral gleam. "My sister Justine said you had a special way to help her relieve her frustration, and I could use some frustration release right now."

Prudence shuddered. What was that little girl up to? Can't she keep a secret? "You surely don't mean. . ."

Justin almost drooled on the table, he salivated so much. "Auntie Pru, I've dreamed of your big, delicious, white tits every since Justine told me about whipping them, and when I imagine it, I get such a mammoth boner that I have to whack off right away. I know you haven't got a lot of action the past few years, and it's not right that you aren't getting your kicks. I just want to help."

Prudence shuddered again and a look of fear mixed with hunger settled on her face. "Well, I guess I should be flattered that you want to take care of me. Did Justine tell you that I, generally only like girls?"

"Yeah, she did, but I'm a good learner." Justin shook his head eagerly. "Not that I can be a girl, no, but I'm always eager to learn new ways to make somebody happy. If you want, I can blindfold you and talk in a real high voice so you can pretend I'm a bitch. You can tell yourself that I have a natural vibrator between my legs, or the world's biggest strap on."

She laughed at his eagerness, but her trembling did not stop. "No, no, thanks, dear boy, you don't need to go that far. God, how ridiculous would that be?" She sighed after a few sputtered giggles and said, "You are the image of your sister, I'll say that. Haven't done this with a man before, but--I might be talked into trying it this once."

He took her hands in his and kissed them. "Oh please, Auntie Pru. I need to work out this frustration and I bet you need to work yours out, too." Justin leaned over and looked at her with puppy dog eyes until she laughed and said, "All right, just give me a minute to take off my clothes. Let's go into the bedroom."

They went into the bedroom after Prudence made sure that supper would keep in the oven. She took off her blouse and undid her bra, her huge breasts popping free and swaying slightly before coming to rest. "My God, Auntie Pru, those are fantastic. I've never seen tits like that before. Can I touch them first?"

"Sure, dear. Ooo, that's nice, where did you learn to tease nipples like that?"

"Justine taught me. That little nipple is perking up nicely; let's get the other one going."

"Ooo, nice tongue work. It's been too long. Let me put my hands on my head so they'll stand up nicely for you. What would you like to do?"

"Thanks, Auntie P. Can I smack them with my hand a little first?"

"Sure, dear." He alternately glided gently over her white skin and played a harsh reddening percussion that rose from piano to forte. She closed her eyes and her face took on a look of bliss as he worked her over.

Justin blurted out of the blue. "Justine didn't say anything about titty twisters. Do you like them, Auntie Pru? Mom's diary said you did."

"It's been a long time. Start easy and I'll let you know."

He reached out and took her nipples in his iron hands, twisting them around slowly. "Your nipples feel so nice." A look of intense pleasure and pain took her as he twirled her breasts back and forth, up and down.

He stood up and started to unbuckle his belt. "Sweet. Now it's time for my belt." He pulled the belt out of his shorts and contemplated his targets. "Your tits are a tiny bit red, but we're going to change that. Right, left, right, left, right, right, right, left, left," he said as he worked the belt back and forth, while her gentle smile of serenity was punctuated by winces of pain. Slick trails descended her cheeks: Justin stopped to kiss them dry and his aunt rewarded him with a long, open mouthed kiss. He stepped back and regarded his work.

"Your tits look real nice and red, Auntie Pru. Gosh, the way the tears are streaming down your cheeks is amazing. Do you really like this?"

"It's probably tough for you to understand. Are you done yet, or do you want to do more?" She said with hope in her eyes.

"Have you had enough?"

"I can take more. I never thought it would be this would be so good."

"We haven't got the underside of your tits yet. They're still nice and white."

"Do you want me to hold them up for you?"

"No, I'll do that myself. Let me lick this little girl a little to get her really perked up again. Yes, yes, going up again." He locked onto her right nipple and pulled it almost as high as he did before, revealing the creamy whiteness below; he gave the long pale stretch of skin some long, decadent tongue licking.

She winced before a blow landed. "Geez, you're really pinching hard."

"Should I stop?"

"No, it's been a long time, too long. Let me get used to it. Ooh, ooh, ooh, oooh." He slicked the entire area with his tongue before he laid into his target.

He landed several abrupt, loud blows while she screamed out in agony. He released her and looked at her intently; she nodded in permission to continue. "Now the other one," and he teased her left nipple, "Perk up little girl, time to take a ride." When it was hard, he grasped it roughly and pulled it high to present another creamy white target for his tongue and his belt. 

She cried out as his harsh lashes landed and said when he finished, "My god, what you do to me." 

"The undersides are sensitive, aren't they. Everything matches." He dropped the breast and began softly chewing her right nipple while tracing with his fingers over the nest of fresh red markings. She caressed his head gently in appreciation.

"My dear little Justin, oooo, I never knew a man could make me feel this way. . ."

"Now I want to do something that Justine couldn't ever do."

"What's that, dear boy?" She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it softly, sucking a finger into her mouth.

"I'd really like to tit fuck you right now. Take off your pants and panties and lie down on the bed." She reluctantly let go of his finger, then hastened to remove the rest of her clothes and laid down on the bed. "You'll have to hold your tits together while I fuck them."

She pushed her tormented breasts together as he took off his shirt and shorts. "Like this? My god, what a monster you have under your pants. Do you want me to lubricate that for you before you get started?"

"Yes, let me put it in your mouth." He was amazed as his aunt started slurping on him like huge lollipop before engulfing most of his cock in her mouth. "God, Auntie Pru, you suck cock as good as Justine does, even better. I don't know whether I want to come on your red tits or in your mouth."

After lubricating him, she released him with a pop. "Either is fine. Let me get ready here, dear boy." She pushed her huge mounds together as he sat on her stomach and started sliding his moist cock in the hot red cavern. "Goodness gracious, I can't believe how this feels," she moaned and rolled her head in counterpoint to his thrusting. He reached down behind him to thrust his fingers into her slit. She sighed and said, "Yes, there's a good idea. So good, So good."

Justin kept vigorously pumping his aunt's cleavage while working two fingers into her vagina. "God, Auntie Pru, your pussy is really damp. Can you take another finger?"

"Just one more; three is my limit right now. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Do you want me to lick your cock when it comes up?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." She licked the pulsating plum when it came within reach, and licked her lips after it anointed her with a huge, creamy white sea.

She released her hold on her abused breasts and lay in bliss as her nephew continued to work her crotch.

"Thank you, Auntie Pru. Your lovely big red tits look so nice with my come on them. Let me rub it around a little."

"That feels nice, Justin, better than my lotion. Ow, ow, uh, it's been, uh, too long. Is all the frustration gone?"

"Yes, ma'am, but my boner won't go away. Can you help me with that?"

Prudence looked down for a moment and then asked timidly. "What did you have in mind?"

"Can I spank your ass and cunt, then fuck you doggie style?"

It took a second for her to answer with a broad smile. "You can do anything you want, dear boy, anything you want. We have all night, and we might ever get around to supper sometime."

*************

The next morning, Justin awakened to the smell of bacon and eggs. He opened his eyes and realized that he was in an unfamiliar bedroom. It had a musty smell; the dresser was full of creams and lotions, and the walls were decorated in a feminine manner. Then it struck him: he spent the night with his Aunt Prudence, slept in her bed with her after an active night's sex. His pecker stirred at the memory, then settled back as hunger took over. He dressed and stumbled into the kitchen.

Prudence was busy at the stove: a plate full of bacon was draining in the center, while a skillet full of scrambled eggs was sizzling next to a griddle of pancakes. Turkish coffee scented the air; a bowl on the table held fresh oranges, tangerines and figs. There were places set for two, with a fresh flower in a vase between them. She wore a nice, blue dress that was serviceable for weekend wear, her feet in blue sneakers. A bright smile greeting Justin: "Good morning, honey. Everything's ready for you, dear, have a seat. My, it's a nice day outside, the weather's so lovely." She transferred the eggs and pancakes to serving platters and put them on the table. Just let me get the maple syrup and butter and we'll be all set. Dig in, sweetie, dig in. You don't have to wait for me."

Justin stood there transfixed for a moment, then gave his aunt a big, long, sloppy kiss full on the lips, holding her tightly around the waist. She panted after they broke, recovering her breath as he sat down and said, "You're welcome, deary."

They at their breakfast in silence, and at the end Justin asked: "Are there any more odd jobs you need done around here today, Auntie Pru?"

She shook her head. "Nothing I can think of, sweetie. I've got the morning free, and if there's anything else I can do for you, I've got the time to help you."

Justin sipped his coffee at ate a slice of orange. "I've got a little trimming to do in the back yard, and I'd appreciate it if you'd come and spot me. I shouldn't be up a ladder alone, so your company would be a great help."

"Sure, sweetie, I'll bring my knitting."

They drove across town to Justin's place through light traffic, slow jazz playing on the radio. The day was bright and sunny, promising to be in the nineties the afternoon. Arriving at the D'Enfer residence, Justin and Prudence went into the back yard. He pointed at the trees. "It's so lovely, I've always enjoyed this yard more than anything. The pool and the jacuzzi are great and the trees and bushes are so thick that we don't have to worry about the neighbors."

"Yes, it's a nice place. I haven't been over here very often; your folks didn't ask me here unless to look after you at the last minute. I'll sit over here by the pool and knit while you're busy trimming trees, sweetie, and when you're done we can have a nice late lunch together." 

"Great. Let me get changed and I'll get busy." He disappeared into the house, re-emerging momentarily in an old t-shirt and torn jeans. The day old stubble on his face darkened it and gave him a rough look, which Prudence found oddly stimulating as she watched him get started. She settled into a deck chair, put on her sunglasses and got her knitting out of the bag: her project was a sweater for Frieda, one of her friends who worked for her at the library. Going to a shed toward the back of the place, he came out with a ladder and a pair of cutters. A bucolic scene emerged: he moving around to trim the hedges and trees, slipping up the ladder to reach high branches while she sat and knitted, watching him. Her skin under her dress still smarted from the night before; she had moved her chair close to the pool and slipped off her shoes to dangle her toes while she worked. "It can't last," she thought to herself, "but it's wonderful while it lasts. I wonder if he's ever going to want me again after last night. I'm a fat, old broad and he's grown into a handsome young boy. Maybe he has something in mind for later."

The morning passed this way; around noon he started skimming the pool and monitored the chemical levels. Then he checked the hot tub cover and took off his shirt in the growing heat. Prudence couldn't help but admire his muscular torso with six pack abs, her feet playing a little faster in the water as he continued. The lawn mower came out next: he spent about half an hour moving the yard with a great racket. Then he disappeared into the house, emerging fifteen minutes later with a frosted pitcher and two iced glasses of lemonade garnished with a spring of mint. Prudence had dozed a little in the sun toward the end, and Justin took advantage of this to shock his aunt with an icy touch on the back of her neck as he came up. She startled, almost falling into the water, then accepted her glass before he pulled up a chair.

"Thanks, sweetie, this is delicious. You've been working hard out there, and you're nice enough to whip up this nice treat for us at the end of it. Rest awhile and take it easy."

He pulled up a lounge chair and stretched out on it in the sunlight, taking a glass to sip. "You're welcome, Auntie Pru, I like making you happy. I will take a rest here, and maybe a dip before getting to this afternoon's work. You interested in a swim?"

"No, sugar, maybe later. You go ahead, sweetie. Besides, I don't have a swimsuit here, and I don't think your mother's would fit me." 

"Oh, Auntie Pru, that's what's nice about this yard. Nobody can see in here, so you can swim naked if you want to. I usually don't bother with a suit unless we've got company."

Prudence blushed. "The sun hasn't seen this old skin for quite a long time and I'm not in a hurry to run around outside in my birthday suit. I know that after last night I shouldn't be so shy, but I'm still a bit bashful, sweetie."

Justin shrugged. "Suit yourself. You're missing out, Auntie Pru." They sat for several minutes, he sipping his lemonade and she knitting quietly, dangling her toes in the swimming pool. After about fifteen minutes, he sprang up, shucked his pants and underwear, and diving naked into the pool, splashing his aunt and taking off for the other end of the pool. He managed to hit her square in the face with his dive, missing her knitting by sheer luck. She sputtered, cleared her eyes, then watched him as he turned at the other end and returned to her. Treading water, he settled at her feet, his face inches from her feet. "Can I change your mind?" 

"No, Justin, no. Be careful what you're doing."

He took hold of her feet as they dangled over the edge, and threatened to pull her in. She panicked and gripped the arms of her chair; they struggled for a few moments as he pretended to pull her and she tried to resist him. Finally, he gave up, laughing, then he tickled her. She giggled like a child. "Don't do that, they're very ticklish, honey. Oh, oh, oh, sweetie, sweetie, please?"

Quitting the tickle, he kissed her left instep, licking her foot down to where he took her big toe in his mouth and began licking and sucking it. That changed her sensations rather dramatically, "My goodness, sweetie, nobody's ever done that to me before." He worked down her foot to the instep again to the heel and returned to tease all five of her toes before taking the biggest two into his mouth again. Gripping the arms of her chair again, she rolled her head around, still in surprise at the effects his toe sucking had on her. 

"Like that?" he said after he pulled off her toes with a pop. Looking at him a little dazed, she eventually shook her head shallowly. "That's nice. Since you don't want to get in here, why don't you come over to the trees with me?" She responded by pulling her feet back to the ground and standing up on shaking feet. Pulling himself out of the pool, his member stuck in front of him hard. He took her knitting bag without her project, and led her to a tree ten feet away.

The tree had a low hanging branch that was about six feet off the ground: thick and round barked. "Stay here a minute, Auntie," he ordered and sprinted, naked and wet, into the house, emerging momentarily with a pair of handcuffs. "Put your hands over your head around this branch." She replied and he cuffed her hands above her head around the thick bole. "I think that we need to stretch your boundaries a little bit, and let you know what I expect, Auntie Pru. I'm not a boy any more."

"You sure aren't, Justin. What do you have in mind?"

"Well for starters, even though they neighbors can't see us, they still might be able to hear us, so I think that you'll have to be quiet for a while." He rummaged around in her knitting bag and found a large ball of yarn that he popped in her mouth, filling it completely with the long end trailing down to the ground on for several feet. He looked her over, standing barefoot in front of him in her blue dress. "I think that the sun is going to see that old skin sooner that you though." He clipped the dress off her body with the shears, leaving in it ribbons at her feet. The underwear she chose that day was light pink and very sheer; the bra was thin and not one of her underwire bras. Putting the shears down, he picked up a pair of hand clippers. He snapped them in front of her face, "Guess what's next?" 

First the clipper worked at the fabric at her right breast, cutting the sheer fabric away to allow the huge mammary to escape. Its color had returned from last night's punishment, and it flopped down free from its confinement in the sunlight. A light breeze rustled the branches, tickling the exposed skin. The left breast was liberated in a similar manner, by shredding the fabric, and then cutting the supporting straps so her top was completely bare to the sunlight and breeze. A few more clips and her bottoms were also history, and Prudence stood naked in the sunlight for the first time in her adult life.




The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 03



Justin stood behind her and ran his fingertips all over her skin, teasing her with an occasional tweak of skin or swat on the backside. He rubbed against her with his whole body, with his erect penis playing with her crack from behind, probing dully. She sighed and leaned back into him, savoring every inch of contact with him.

He lifted her heavy left breast in his hand and took the yarn that came down from her mouth. It was very thin, and he wrapped is several times around her erect nipple before taking it up to wrap it around the tree branch over her head a couple times. The tension was enough that the breast was now standing up by the line from the nipple. Coming down the other side, he lifted her right breast and circled her other nipple on a similar way, bringing the line back up to knot it at the branch. Looking at his work, he saw that he succeeded in bringing the tits up even, sticking out a foot in front of Prudence, and he smiled at his work.

"Well, let's see what else we have in the bag." He took out a knitting needle and looked at it evilly. "What can I do with this?" A look of panic crossed her face. "Oh, I'm not going to do anything too awful with this right now, but I could, couldn't I, Auntie Pru?" He poked her breast gently with the point, pushing the skin in dramatically before letting up. "I'm not going to use these to pierce your tits. No, I'm just going to see what happens when I do this." The point tracked her skin in long, slow strokes, tickling and tinging her as she moaned through her improvised gag. The points circled the side of her breast, trailing down across her huge stomach, across her thigh. The great legs opened as best they could, and the point touched the clitoris electrically before moving on.

After about five minutes teasing, he got its mate and used the needles as a pair of drumsticks, whacking her all around. Muffled yelps accompanied the blows, that wandered up and down her torso. The needles smacked the delicate undersides of her breasts, her sensitive thighs, her huge backside. After three minutes, Justin stopped and went to the brushpile he'd just created with the morning's work. He returned with a fairly big branch, with leaves still on in, about two feet long. Tracing the leaves around her skin, he gave her shudders that were interrupted by an occasional swack of the switch. Soon after this, it became apparent it was time to release the nipples from their bonds, so he took the clippers and cut the knot, letting the breasts fall heavily and drawing a long moan from Prudence as the blood returned to her nipples. He put down the switch and massaged her breasts from behind gently; she leaned back into his body again and tried to encourage his erection with the cleft of her bottom.

Then Justin began swatting her entire back, from shoulders to calves with the branch until he turned the skin a light cherry red. He came around front and did the same for her front side, holding up her breasts by a larger handful of nipple to get the undersides. Tears streamed down her face as he worked, and the sweat flowed heavily from her abused flesh. Finally he threw the branch aside and unlocked the handcuffs. She brought her arms down gingerly, getting used to stretching them again, before picking the yarn ball out of her mouth to put in her bag. She came to Justin, throwing her arms around him, sobbing and holding him close.

He picked her up and carried her. She looked at him strangely: "Honey, aren't you going to hurt yourself?"

Smiling, he said, "It's not far. This will feel good after a hot afternoon's work." With that he reached the edge of the pool, where with a mighty heave, he threw her in with a loud splash. Going under, she touched the four foot bottom and floated back up to sputter and heave. Justin stood on the side of the pool. "I told you, this would feel good. Doesn't it?" Hair plastered to the side of her head, she nodded. "Come over to the side, I've got something for you to do." He sat on the side of the pool, his legs in the water and his cock sticking straight out in front of him. "I want you to make me a promise." 

She arrived at the side of the pool. "What kind of promise?"

"That you will always take care of me when I ask you. That includes letting me torture you when I feel like it, sucking my cock when I ask for it, cooking for me, whatever I want. I need you, Auntie Pru. I'll take care of you if you'll take care of me."

Tears came out of her big eyes, and she nodded her head. "I promise. Whatever you want, I'll try to do for you."

"You'll do more than try. You'll do it, and you won't be jealous."

"I promise to do whatever you want me to, and I'll never be jealous of whatever else you may do."

Justin smiled. "Now suck my cock, Auntie Pru. Eat my cock and suck me dry." 

So in the sunlight, Prudence took the head of her nephew Justin's cock in her mouth and began to swirl it with her tongue. Licking her way down the shaft, she nuzzled his scrotum at the member pulsed over her ear, then worked her slow way up the underside until she teased the crevasse around the tip, drawing a surge of pre-ejaculate. He moaned, and said, "Deep throat me, Auntie Pru, let me fuck your face." She took him in her mouth and he played with her ears as she bobbed deeper and deeper on his shaft. Finally, he stifled a moan and erupted in her mouth. She sucked and swallowed an eternity until he was spent, and set jolts of pleasure through him as she licked him clean in his post-ejaculatory sensitivity. Kissing his thighs when she was done, she said, "What's next, sweetie?"

He smiled at her, slid into the water and gave her a long, deep french kiss. "I think it's time for lunch, and then I'd like to tie you face down in the grass for a while. I've got some new candles I'd like to use, and a couple of Mom's old toys. Then we'll do some serious fucking tonight. Up for a fun day?"

She smiled and kissed him again.



The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 04



"Ah Chelsea, my favorite way to wake up," Justine sighed and caressed the head between her legs with her hands, tracing the delicate earlobes with appreciation. She settled more fully on her back and spread her legs more, allowing her cousin Chelsea better access to her clitoris. Justine's dreamy stretch was transformed into a series of grunts and then hard bucking against the face planted firmly between her legs. The tongue at work between Justine's legs seemed to be a whirlwind that relentlessly frothed the moisture it generated into a deluge of delight. Justine screamed her orgasm to the Roman hostel in the dim dawning hour, drawing harsh rapping from two walls and the ceiling in protest. 

Chelsea finished and rolled over beside Justine to snuggle: Chelsea D'Enfer was her first cousin on her father's side, but there was little resemblance between the two girls. Chelsea was twenty five compared to her cousin's twenty one; Chelsea's hair was a short, pert bleach blond to Justine's luxurious shoulder length chestnut, her full lips and chubby cheeks were a contrast to Justine's perfectly chiseled features. Chelsea's body was also little on the chubby side at five foot eleven, with bubble rounded hips and massive 42 DDD breasts; Justine was a lithe one hundred and ten pounds with perfectly proportioned 34 D breasts and hips and a smallish waist.

Justine rolled on top of Chelsea, grinding her crotch into Chelsea's pelvis and squeezing Chelsea's ample breasts. "This is a great preparation to see the four major Roman Basilicas today," Justine leered, "we're supposed to inspect and review four of the oldest and most famous churches in Rome, and we start by sexual debauchery forbidden by every pope that's ever lived."

Chelsea smiled up at Justine, "So, what's your point?"

"Nothing," Justine said, "We need to get dressed and going so we can make our rounds for that fascist professor before traffic gets too horrible. Thanks for the wake-up call." She gave her cousin a deep tongue kiss, then bounced out of bed and into the shower.

Chelsea sighed. "All right, I'll let you repay the favor later," she said as she rolled out of bed after Justine had hopped off her.

A light breakfast of Italian bread and cappucino prepared the girls to board a bus to begin their journey. They were both taking an art class in English at Florence, and their assignment was to inspect the four major basilicas, St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, St. Paul's Outside the Walls and St. Peter's, keeping notes in their diaries and writing a brief summarization of their impressions. They started at St. John Lateran, and Chelsea conscientiously took notes in her notebook of the fascinating gold interior while Justine sauntered around bored. It was an early December starting to turn chilly, so they did not have to worry about the clothing restrictions to visit these churches today. Chelsea had tried to get into St. Peter's the summer before wearing a tube top and micro shorts, and was rudely rebuffed despite her willingness to share what was inside her minimal covering with the custodians. After thirty minutes wandering inside St. John Lateran, they were off a short distance to St. Mary Major. The scene repeated with Chelsea taking copious notes of the ornate surroundings while Justine made faces at the old Italian nonnas praying in the nave. A rather long bus ride took them out to St. Paul's Outside the Walls, and they spent much longer there: Justine had to poke fun at different cameos of the Popes around the nave of the church for Chelsea's amusement, hinting at their imagined perversions and they spent a half hour longer admiring the flowers of the gardens than they intended. By the time they got on the bus to head back into the city and St. Peter's, it was lunchtime and the bus was packed with Romans on their way home for the noon meal and nap.

The girls were irritated to be part of a tightly packed mass of bodies; Justine was in the process of slipping her hands under Chelsea's jacket and button down sweater when there was a tap on her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder and barely saw a strange face out of the corner of her eye. A middle aged Italian man, who was pushed up against Justine's right hip, said something that they didn't understand. After a moment's ignorant stares in response, he smiled in recognition and said with a thick Italian accent, "I see that you are Americans. Do you have tickets?" 

Chelsea shook her head at the face looking over Justine's right shoulder. "I don't understand," she said with mock innocence on her face. Justine looked blankly ahead, moving her head to the other side of her cousin's out of the man's sight. 

"I am a transit inspector; it is my job to check people on the bus to see if they have their tickets," he said brusquely, "There are many Americans in Rome that try to ride the buses for free since the drivers do not sell tickets and punch them as in most countries. If you two do not have tickets, you will have to pay a fine for riding without a ticket."

Chelsea looked a bit panicked, but Justine remained calm. Justine said over her shoulder, "If you'll just give me a moment to feel around in my bag, I think that I'll have what you want from us." They were jammed together next to the inward facing seats around the edge. Justine leaned over and whispered in Chelsea's ear: "Play along with me." Justine used what little free space she had to snake her hand inside the Italian's coat and unzip his trousers to fish inside. Chelsea looked a bit aghast at first, but then giggled as she realized what her cousin was doing.

Justine's right cheek was against Chelsea's and she hissed in Chelsea's ear. "I've almost found his cock; here it is. Four inches. Why don't you show him some boob? It'll make my job easier."

Chelsea hissed back, "What are you trying to do?"

"Get us off this bus without a ticket or a fine. I'm going to make him pay for this interruption and for trying to bury his hand up my ass right now. He's getting his little dick up and it's starting to ooze. I can't see his face; tell me how he's doing." 

"He's got an incredible look on his face, but a huge smile. I think he's getting into whatever you're doing."

"I've got his cock all the way out and I'll start stroking him a little harder. Can you get to your buttons?"

"No."

"Then let me undo a couple and we'll give him some cleavage to go with his hand job." Justine managed push her left hand between them to slip some of Chelsea's buttons open and pulled more and more of her Chelsea's breast out. Chelsea didn't usually wear a bra, so Justine was able to almost completely uncover her cousin's left breast despite the cramped quarters, the nipple half exposed with the hard hub standing at attention. A harsh breath grew heavier and heavier in Justine's ear. She said: "I've got him really cooking now; I can feel his chin digging into my shoulder blade and my hand is all wet and sticky. Wish he'd take that arrogant hand out of my ass crack. I hear him breathing heavily; does he look like he's getting close?"

"Yes, his eyes are glazing over and his pelvis in sync with your hand but you know that. The feel of your coat fabric against my breast is driving me crazy; I may lose it right here, too." She shuddered, rolling her eyes. "Are you going to make him shoot his wad?" 

"I'm going try to time it just right to do accomplish our objective. When I say run, get off the bus quickly and get away from the stop. I think I've got him pointed the right direction, wait, wait, wait, wait, almost now. . ."

A tiny old Italian woman was sitting by the window of the bus facing inward. Her hair was in a tight grey bun over brown wrinkled skin and a severe black dress that came up to her neck. A crucifix and three religious medals were around her neck and her hands held a rosary and a handkerchief. She had spent the morning at St. Paul's and was heading to the market before going to her little flat. Dozing as the bus careened down the streets, she was shocked out of her daze by several hot spurts of sticky white liquid abruptly striking her in the face. Clearing her eyes, she saw the cause of her humiliation before her as a young woman's hand held it at full length just millimeters away; it oozed afterglow that ran down the shaft to the balls. Screaming Italian obscenities, she struck out at the pervert's arrogance using her rosary wrapped around her hand as a set of brass knuckles. The man went from ecstasy to agony within one instant as the old woman's vengeance hammered into his groin. Justine shouted: "Now Chelsea, run," as the bus screeched to a halt; the girls pushed their way out the door laughing hysterically as the bus they just left descended completely into bedlam.

Justine wiped the remains of the Italian Bus Inspector's arrogance on a passing businessman's shoulder, and held Chelsea close as they stumbled quickly away from the bus stop before they could be followed. Rounding a couple of corners, they found themselves at a busy intersection; Justine held up her hand for a taxi and pulled Chelsea's sweater open, causing the next cab to screech to a halt before them. Chelsea piled into the cab behind her cousin, laughing hysterically with Justine as they gave their destination as St. Peter's. After a few maniacal moments, Chelsea subsided, buttoned up her sweater and said, "I would have never thought of that. What would you have done if he didn't blow out over that old woman's face?"

Justine shrugged her shoulders. "I never worried about that. I could tell as I beat him off that he was pointed in the right direction to drench somebody who would go ballistic, and I just needed to be sure he had a clear shot. That old woman was priceless; you'd have thought nobody had splooged her face before."

Chelsea laughed again, "She's probably dreamed of that when she was young and probably didn't expect a face full of jizz out of the blue on a bus. The look on that man's face when the old bat hit him in the balls was priceless.

"The shit probably would have written us up anyway." A musky look crossed Justine's face. "You know that little adventure has gotten me hot," she said, as her hand began tracing lazy circles around her cousin's breasts.

Chelsea shuddered: "Me, too. Do you think we have time to pop back over to the hostel for some afternoon delight before St. Peter's?"

"No, I don't think so. They're bound to have bathrooms in the Vatican museum; let's get a stall and I'll repay the favor you did for me this morning."

"You little heathen. You want to lick my cunt on holy ground?"

"Yeah. Well, they've probably done every kind of perverted sex known to the human race there at one time or another if I read the history right. We'll just call ourselves nuns for fifteen minutes, Sisters of the Perpetual Ecstacy, and we won't be any different than anybody else. If you're really good, I may let Justin wax you when we get home."

"All right. You've got me. Let's hope they don't think we're cheerleaders."

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"No, we're closing up at noon today; the ice storm is already causing problems. Go ahead and get home Frieda; I'm in walking distance and I can close everything up. My nephew Justin's supposed to come by, so I won't be alone. All right, after he comes in you can lock the front doors and head out. Don't make too obvious a play for him and don't hold him up too much; I've got a lot for him to do this afternoon. Be careful on the steps." Prudence hung up and finished clearing her desk. The faint tinkle on her window told her that the sleet was still coming down and an occasional frigid draft flicked her body. She was wearing a grey woman's business suit with a silk blouse topped by a lace collar: her forty five year old body was nobody's Venus, but recently her shortish, chubby form had been reborn to delight as first her niece then her nephew had found her secret desire to be abused and used it relentlessly. She undid the top three buttons: she wanted to make sure Justin's appetite was properly whetted. for an afternoon of wicked delights with a glimpse of her cleavage.

Her phone rang again and she picked it up. "Hello. Hi, sweetheart. Yes, I'm can't wait to see you, too. Where are you? Oh, you're at the front desk and Frieda's flashing her tits at you. Just tell her to get going; you're mine today. Fine, you can cop one feel. Oh, would you check the stairwells and men's rooms for me? I've got to take some books up to the old stacks on the top floor and I need to make sure that everybody's out before we leave; I'll get the ladies' rooms. Because it will get us home quicker, Justin honey, that's why you should do it. All right, please sweetheart, would you help your helpless old aunt? Thanks, dearie. See you soon." She hung up the phone, gathered a stack of four old books and went to the elevator.

The next three levels were all clear, dark apart from the emergency lights and her glimpses in the women's rooms told her they were empty. Echoes in the stairwells told her that Justin was running ahead of her; she thought he probably wanted to get the chore done so they could leave. The top level was also rather dark: Prudence turned on a small bank of lights so she could see to shelve the old books in her hand.

The shelves were ancient: the top floor had been left out of recent renovations and the ends of the shelves were set into the ceilings and walls at both ends and in the middle. An occasional rustle or scrape on the concrete floor told her that Justin was still up here, and she wondered what he could be up to. The last book was at the far end of a shelf by the wall; she had to look around for a few moments before finding the niche where it would go, and had to stand on a portable step to reach high enough to put the book on the shelf.

While she was stretched out reaching to put the book on the shelf, a pair of hands grabbed her, one clamping her mouth shut and the other tight around her waist. The mobile step was used to propel her to the other end of the stacks, where an iron pillar stood four feet away. Prudence struggled feebly against the great strength of the intruder, but the smell of his after shave and the feel of his hands told her who set the ambush. A wrist cuff was attached to the support at the end of the shelf and the other was on the pole: her hands were bound quickly and she stood on the mobile step precariously.

"I brought some things from home," a familiar, husky voice murmured in her ear. "Since the place is empty, I thought it would be fun to play up here this afternoon." Strong hands undid the rest of her blouse buttons from behind and released her front clasp bra; her huge, floppy breasts sagged down as they were released from their confinement. The fetid air of the top floor of the library was punctuated by an occasional frigid breeze that wandered by to harden her nipples. Her massive breasts and bulging stomach were pawed roughly; her nipples were trapped by iron hands and her breasts taken on an asymmetrical vigorous dance that hurried and stretched them through the limits of their mobility. The wind buzzed through gaps in the ancient iron windows harshly as it gusted, and the twilit stacks threw eerie shadows on her ecstatic face as her nephew squeezed and pulled her tits from behind, his face leering over her shoulder. A slippery tongue invaded first her right ear, then her left; the young man's teeth pulled at her pierced earrings. Her belt was undone and her skirt unzipped to fall to the floor, then her underpants were ripped down to expose her huge buttocks. The mammoth pantyhose came next, taking the black flat dress shoes with them.

A short, sharp pop then put a short red streak on her bottom; a thick rubber band was popped against hard her skin in a relentless, random series of snaps. Prudence winced with every snap, but the look on her face between them was bliss. It was unpredictable enough that she didn't know where the next one was going to hit and there were enough teasing touches that promised abuse but didn't deliver to keep her guessing. This went on until most of her bottom was covered in light red marks that burned exquisitely.

"You like, Auntie Pru?" She moaned in assent. "Let me get the rest of this off you; it's just going to get in the way." Her right wrist was released momentarily so that her jacket, blouse and bra could be removed; it was rebound and the left wrist released and rebound for the same reason. 

Justin came around in front of his aunt as she stood naked on the mobile step, her huge nipples dangling near her waist, her body quivering at his gaze and her eyes inviting more. He grinned manically at her while the front of his jeans bulged. "I've got a whole box of these rubber bands; do you think we can use more of them?" He popped her breasts a couple of times with a rubber band and she nodded. "Let's see if we can get these milk jugs to stand up a bit." Taking a large, thick rubber band, he encircled her right breast, wrapping it around a couple of times at the base before releasing it suddenly. Another joined it and then two went around Prudence's left breast. It took three bands on each breast before the restriction was tight enough to make them stand up smartly in front of her; they rose to push out dramatically in front of her. He teased her nipples, which hardened to sharp nubs quickly, and then used a smaller pair of rubber bands to keep her nipples standing out an further inch forward.

She writhed in delight as he squeezed her bound breasts and softly bit her nipples. Then he produced a bag of wooden clothespins: they went on the skin of each breast all over, from her areolae to the rubber bindings except for the undersides. He rubbed the tan minefield, drawing warm winces from his aunt. Two huge silver, springloaded paper clips, with string tied through each hole came out: their sharp edges locked mercilessly on her nipples and the string was runover next to the wrist cuffs. They were tied to the supports, pulling Prudence's breasts up higher and farther apart, revealing more of the soft, white, vulnerable undersides. 

"Well, Auntie Pru, ever been in a spot like this before?" She shook her head no while gently biting her lower lip. "If this were any other day, there would be people at these tables, reading, researching, imagine what it would be like if you were tied up here in front of them. Your big body would be on display for their prying eyes, your huge hooters hung up like meat for them to gawk at. It's getting you hot, I can tell. What a bad girl you are. You deserve a yardstick, don't you?" She shook her head yes and pulled her bonds, but the strength of the cuffs and the iron fixtures were far too much for her. "Put your right foot on the book shelf there; let's spread your legs a little bit." He guided her foot over to rest on the shelf, running his hand up between her legs and finding her crotch a damp sea. Teasing the clitoris brought a series of deep gasps, but he stopped before they could build to an orgasm. "Now, you're going to get what coming to you. Count the blows and tell me where they landed."

"One, right asscheek. Two, left asscheek. Three, across both asscheeks. Four, oooohhh right on my cunt. Five, across my lap. Aaaaagh, six, underside of my right breast. Seven, eight, nine, all on my butt. Yeeooow, ten, underside of my left breast."

Justin stopped and pulled the strings binding her nipples for a few moments, drawing some moans, then hit her twice quickly on the underside of each breast. "Eleven, twelve, left breast underside; thirteen, fourteen, right breast underside. Oh, hit them some more, sweetheart, I'll suck your cock right here, right now if you do." Justin smiled and worked up and down the backside of her legs with the yardstick quickly, ending with several strokes directly on her crotch. After a slight pause, he delivered some blows to her chubby back: she moaned and wailed in delight as he worked her over, her cries becoming frantically harsh and hopeless as the yardstick returned at last to batter the sensitive undersides of her breasts she so desperately craved him to abuse, tears of ecstasy streaming her mascara and makeup down her face as she wailed hollowly down the reverberant aisles.




The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 04



It became obvious from the sensations overwhelming her that she wasn't going to be able to keep her balance on the mobile step any longer, so he released her from the wrist cuffs, the twine ties and helped her down. She sat heavily on a wooden chair, wincing since it was cold, and ripped Justin's zipper open, frantically pulling his semi-erect cock out of nurse vigorously. He savored this attention for a few moments, then pulled himself away to bind her wrists to the table legs behind her and pulled the twine out as hard as he could before removing the huge silver paper clips from her nipples. The clothespins were pulled off, and a switchblade cut the rubber bandslarge and small, dropping the heavy breasts dramatically. He rubbed her breasts to restore circulation while she moaned in agony and ecstasy; her breasts a light purple sea with little angry red wind caps.

"Stay here a moment, I have another treat for you." Justin went down an aisle out of Prudence's sight and opened a outside window for a few moments. The suddenly chill gave her shivers before the window closed and the steps returned.

Justin carried a bucket full of snow that had fallen earlier in the morning before the sleet started, freshly gathered from a ledge out of the sleet laden wind. "It's not very often we can do this, but I thought you'd enjoy it. I'm going to turn you into a snowman, Auntie." He reached in the bucket and pulled out a handful of snow, which he rubbed vigorously on her breasts. She shuddered and sucked air in great gasps as the chill quickly put out the fires there. After a few handfuls, the next handful went straight into her crotch: he used his fingers to push snow up her already wet cunt and she jiggled almost beyond control at the contrast between her hot juices, his chilling icicle fingers, and the freezing snow invading her. More snow was rubbed all over her body, with special attention paid to her nipples, before he roughly thrust his fingers up her snatch, coldly seeking her G spot, and making her squirm in her bonds as her orgasm approached. Justin knelt down and locked his teeth on her right nipple as his hand brought her to a wildly bucking climax. 

He let her catch her breath and calm down before he unbound her for good, and she gave him a long, quivering bear hug. "My god, Justin, that was so good. I've never felt this way before. I never thought I'd have a session like this on the top floor of my own library either, but you're such a clever boy." She rubbed up against him, savoring the touch of his body and the warmth it gave her, eagerly stroking his large penis that was almost fully erect.

"Ready for more?"

Prudence sighed and shivered for a moment, letting her nephew's body heat warm her a little longer. At last she smiled wickedly and said, "All right, what do you have in mind?"

Justin spun her around and spread her out flat face down on a wooden table, bent at the waist with her feet flat on the floor. Roughly he spread her legs apart and delivered several sharp blows with the yardstick to her lower lips and its bud, drawing a fresh dampness accompanied with several sharp yowls and moans. With three sharp thrusts, he impaled her completely with his nine and a half inches, bringing a huge bestial roars from her that reverberated a seeming eternity through the empty building that was succeeded by raspy wailing as he savaged her cunt. The remaining chill of her body dissipated quickly as a wet puddle of melted snow and sweat formed a slick layer between her abused skin and the table top; Justin whacked her huge ass mercilessly with the yardstick as he rode her enthusiastically and the combined wetness from his aunt, the melted snow and his lubrication formed a small puddle at their feet. Prudence's head writhed back and forth on the table as her breasts, sore from their abuse, were mashed beneath her torso and her legs muscles, aching from the precarious perching, were burning as they bucked against the sex machine ravaging her vagina from behind. The books sat stolidly on their shelves in the dim light as the unaccustomed sounds filled the room, increasing as she built to her summit once again, and heard the rare duet of her orgasmic outburst that accompanied Justin's howls of triumph as he blasted his sperm deeply into his aunt.



The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 05



It was just after the Christmas holidays that Justine received a formal invitation at her Florence apartment. Addressed to "Madamoiselle Justine D'Enfer", it was gold embossed and sealed with a wax bearing a family crest. The crest was an ornate sunburst whose center featured flames and a castle with the motto: "Un Familie dans l'Enfer". Tearing it open, there was an invitation inside: "Count Frederick D'Enfer wishes to invite his niece, Madamoiselle Justine Arourae D'Enfer to the Castle D'Hiver near Geneva to pay her respects and to discuss her inheritance in the ancient D'Enfer family legacy. This invitation is only valid from three to five days after receipt, and may be only be redeemed in person." Justine furrowed her eyebrows. Her father Franklin D'Enfer had spoken of having four brothers: his next younger brother Francis was cousin Chelsea's father, youngest brother Ferdinand were in close contact with him, his next older brother Fabian had just died in an auto accident was closest to him; his much older brother Frederick was rarely mentioned and when he was mentioned it was dismissively. Had she seen a picture of this uncle? She couldn't remember. She sat heavily on the bed and pouted out the icy window; Chelsea was away at a home visit and calling her brother Justin back in the States about this felt odd since it involved her inheritance and presumably not his. Classes didn't start again for another week, and with Chelsea gone, Justine was getting bored mooching around Florence alone while Italian men leched at her. Making up her mind quickly, she made a phone call to book a flight to Geneva for early afternoon.

The flight to Switzerland was smooth, and her uncle's chauffeur was waiting for her at the airport. The Castle D'Hiver was a breathtaking sight perched high above Lake Constance. Justine's jaw dropped as her driver Rolf wound around the stunning lakeshore and countryside en route to the castle. Rolf was an attractive young man in his early 20's, slim, clean shaven and blond; he responded to her inquiries enough for her to learn that his mother had been in charge of Count Frederick's household for decades and he was also a life long servant to the family. Her flirtations w ith the young man went nowhere, however, and she arrived at the castle to be greeted by a plump middle aged woman, Frau Mittelmass, who was Rolf's mother. She was amazed at the opulence of the surroundings: it was a profusely ornate and richly appointed grand entryway with chandelier and staircase, projecting ancient power, riches and luxury. The family crest hung from the landing opposite the front door. A distinguished man in his mid seventies came down the sweeping grand staircase to meet her. He stood at its base and opened his arms with a broad gesture: "Ah, you must be Justine. What a fair young maiden you have turned out to be. Welcome to the D'Enfer family seat at last, welcome to Castle D'Hiver and the heart of the clan. I am your uncle Frederick, Comte D'Enfer."

Justine bobbed awkwardly, embraced him and kissed both his cheeks. He was the same height as her father, six feet, grey head and beard with hints of black still lingering. He wore a dinner jacket, silk ascot, dark slacks and velvet slippers. Returning her embrace, he squeezed her chastely and inquired: "Did you have a good trip?" She nodded in reply. "Excellent. I shall have Frau Mittelmass show you to your rooms so you can freshen up before dinner, which is served one hour from now. There are several excellent gowns in the closet you may wish to try on, perhaps one will be your costume for this evening. We will dine and afterward we will begin to get better acquainted. It is a pity that your father did not introduce you and your brother to me; you seem to be a fine young woman and it would have been wonderful to know you as a child growing up." He turned to the woman standing near. "Frau Mittelmass, show Madamoiselle D'Enfer to the Printemps suite so that she may rest and prepare for dinner. I shall meet you in the grand dining room then, in one hour." He swept from the room and Frau Mittelmass showed Justine up the stairs.

The suite of rooms that she was given included a balcony with a spectacular view of the lake. The huge walk in closet held scores of lovely gowns, and Justine looked them over curiously. "This isn't really my style, but Uncle Freddie may be giving me some money, so I'd better keep him happy," she said to herself. She settled on a blue and white flowered gown, removing her clothes and bra, retaining only her panties to put it on. Looking herself up and down in the mirror, she fiddled and adjusted it to display her soft shoulders and cleavage to best effect: if he was anything like her father, some well placed skin would curry his favor.

Dinner was in an elegant dining room. Her uncle, wearing an evening suit complete with silver cufflinks, rose to greet her from his chair by the blazing fireplace and escorted her to the long dining table to be seated at a chair at his right. The table was set for two with excellent porcelain and lit by a beautiful gold candelabra, whose bright yellow light competed with the warm red oozing from the fireplace. The Count spoke profusely about innocent little tidbits of family history during dinner as the courses progressed through soup, salad, entree and dessert. The fare tasted strange, as if each item was little past its prime and the accompanying wines were too sweet for her taste, but Justine nibbled what was put before her said nothing lest she antagonize her uncle. When the meal concluded, he rose from his chair and offered his elbow to escort her into the library for brandy and fine Cuban cigars. Once there, the Count seemed to loosen up and began telling stories of adventures he had in Africa, Asia and South America as they sat by the fire in overstuffed chairs smoking and drinking. There was a roaring fire that kept them warm against the chill air outside, and although she normally didn't drink brandy or smoke cigars, Justine savored the tastes and found herself relaxing slightly while waiting for her uncle to bring up the issue of her inheritance. 

Finally, her uncle came around to his point. "As you may know, I have lived most of my life as a bachelor. I married briefly as a young man, but it didn't work out and ever since I have enjoyed the fairer sex without making a lifetime commitment. There are no children for me to claim as heirs of the family estate, so the title and the ancient legacy must pass to the children of my brothers. It is a shame that your father and I were not close; being twenty years apart in age and having two different mothers created a gulf that we have never been able to bridge. However, for the sake of the family I am willing for forget the decades of isolation and pass on the estate to his eldest child. "

"Wouldn't my father be the next in line for the family inheritance?"

"Of course he would since my dear brother Fabian is already gone. Since Franklin has made such a fool of himself and become an international criminal, forced to live in perpetual exile, I'm afraid that disqualifies him. The family cannot bear the shame of having the head of the family wanted in most of the civilized countries of the world, I cannot even tell him where I am or how my estate will be disposed. I have but a year to live: inoperable cancer, I'm afraid. Three more months and I will be an invalid; condemned to waste away unless I can get to the Netherlands and a more compassionate solution."

"What about my brother Justin?"

"Normally, he would have a claim, however he will not be of age in the next year and you will be. I am modern enough to pass the legacy on to the eldest, even though she has a younger brother, and I do not want the estate divided."

Justine took a deep breath and looked around. "I think I could get used to this. What will it take to prove to you my worthiness for this?"

The Count smiled broadly. "We'll think of something. You seem like a reasonable, intelligent young woman who understands that everything has a price. From what I've heard about you, I imagine that you would be willing to pay the price without any silly American Puritan inhibitions." The Count took another sip of his brandy and a fanciful puff from his cigar. Justine tried to look nonchalant as she smoked and sipped: it was difficult to enjoy the taste of the fine Havana and brandy without the kind of leverage with her relatives she was used to having. Her uncle continued: "I fancy myself an amateur photographer, I've even had a show or two in Paris. That gown that you're wearing is lovely; I would love some shots of you in that dress by the firelight."

"All right."

"Why don't we begin with you standing beside the fire, resting your hand on the mantle piece?" 

He took several shots with a digital camera as she posed next to the fire, sitting in the large overstuffed chair, looking at a book next to the shelf, and other simple poses. "Perhaps we should attempt something a bit more artistic. How about slipping the left side of your gown down toward your waist?" She slipped the gown down immediately; the red firelight gently caressed her bare breast and hardened the nipple as she gave the camera sultry look. Justine posed for several shots in semi undress, holding the brandy snifter and cigar; in one shot, the lit end was dangerously close to her rock hard nipple. There was a bear skin rug in front of the fire, and Justine was soon posing nude in varying positions on it. The fire died down, and the Count said at last: "Lovely, just lovely my dear. A triumph of elegant sensuality worthy of the Louvre. I would like to have some photos of you in the early morning light. Would it be an intrusion to have Frau Mittelmass awaken you before dawn?"

Justine looked calmly at her uncle. "No, not at all, I think I can bear with that for one day." 

"Bon soir, then, my dear." He left the room, leaving her to dress and find her way back to her suite.

Dawn caressed the mountains and lake with crimson streams while Justine shivered naked on her balcony; she thought that her goosepimples were harder and larger than her nipples. The session had begun with several shots of her in a parka against the growing light, but he had insisted that she lose more and more articles of clothing until nothing protected her from the chill Alpine morning. Her uncle was relentless, ordering one position after another without a care to what the cold was doing to her. "Yes, that's right, hold your left arm up like that."

"I'm freezing laying on my right side on this marble railing." Justine complained. "I hope that this picture is worth giving me frostbite."

"Patience, my dear, patience. The D'Enfer family have been willing to suffer all kinds of hardships over the centuries to accomplish its objectives. Why, Roger D'Enfer and three of his sons marched all the way to Moscow and back with Napoleon without catching so much as a head cold; call those genes into service and you will be fine. Look over to your left and try not to shudder so much. Excellent. All right, I'll let you come inside so we can take some photos on the bed."

The Count took several pictures inside with Justine naked on the bed, posing her very revealing ways that she thought more pornographic than artistic; the final shots featured her on her back with her legs spread wide and her hand caressing his cunt lips. When her outrage built to the point of rebellion she calmed herself with dreams of being mistress of the grand chalet, an endless fortune at her disposal, and the life of European nobility. At last, he seemed to run out of steam and said, "I must go rest for a while my dear. After luncheon, we'll go riding and discuss some more details about your inheritance. You may comport yourself as you wish until then." His breathing was ragged as he left the room, and Justine dived under the covers to recover the warmth that had eluded her since the modeling session on the balcony began. 

The riding excursion was pleasant enough, but her uncle didn't say anything about the inheritance as they traversed the countryside. They did not meet anyone on this ride; if anyone appeared in the distance, the Count would steer away from them. He explained as they cantered over the landscape: "I'm a very private man, my dear, especially now that I'm growing infirm. There are few besides Frau Mittelmass that I will permit see me as I wane, and I am not in the mood to exchange pleasantries while accompanied by such a lovely young lady. Let us enjoy the solitude."

Once they returned, the Count went to his rooms and Justine was left to while away the remainder of the afternoon to dinnertime by herself. She tried wandering the hallways and other rooms, but Frau Mittelmass shadowed her every move as if she were a distrusted intruder and Justine grew so uncomfortable with it that she retreated to her chambers. Choosing a more modest dark brown gown for dinner, she endured another distasteful formal repast without enjoyment, and allowed her uncle to escort her to the library once again. 

After the doors closed on Frau Mittelmass, her uncle took a couple of pills a small bottle with some water. He then beckoned her: "Come closer, my dear, and see the lovely photos we've taken the past day." He held up the digital camera so she could see the screen. "See how the firelight plays so beautifully on your skin in these shots, an excellent interplay of light and shadow. This shot of you on the rug with that insouciant smile as you hold the cigar is priceless. Oh, here are the ones we took on the balcony this morning: see how your delicious body is framed so elegantly by the crimson sky and fresh snowfall. I told you it would be worth the chill. I think this is my favorite: the smile on your face looking around your thigh while bending over and showing us everything is magnificent. Yes, there's some fine material here."

Justine looked at him strangely. He was nonchalant: "Yes, it would be a shame not to share these wonderful pictures." Her face glared back in shock and rebellion. He looked at her placidly and shrugged his shoulders. "What did you think I was going to do with them? Why should I put together such a portfolio for my own amusement? There is only one thing that might stop me: if you cooperate with my requests this evening. I am ready to name you my heir and leave you everything; obviously, it would not do to have pictures circulated of the Countess D'Enfer bending over naked leaving nothing to the imagination. If you will submit to my last conditions, then the inheritance will be yours and these photos will never be seen by another living soul. Are you willing to make this bargain?" Justine paused for a moment's thought, then tentatively nodded her head. "Good, very good. There is one more thing I ask of you before we consummate the succession to the lands, titles and riches." 

"And that is?"

"The medicine I just took is Viagra. In a few short moments, I will be restored to my youthful virility. I require an evening's loving attention from you in order to consummate your succession. Let us repair to the master bedroom so you may give me the tribute I require in order to give you everything."

"And if I don't do this?"

"Well, there is your cousin Chelsea, who visited me last summer and was very accommodating. In fact, we had such a lovely time that I was tempted to leave her everything, but I am willing to give you this evening to persuade me that I've made the right choice. Do you want to claim what is rightfully yours?"

Justine dropped to her knees and began unbuttoning the Count's fly. 

The session that followed was humiliating. Justine rebelled at the taste of the Count's cock and his ejaculate; it was extremely bitter. She spent an endless time sitting on him: his three inch erection gave her no stimulation at all, he did nothing to help her other than paw her breasts, and she had to give an Academy Award performance to fool him into thinking he'd given her an orgasm as he finally blasted her womb. She was laying beside him on the bed, stroking the drug induced boner, when her uncle made his last demand.

"I have filled the first two orifices; now it's time for the finale. We will conclude with a lusty session of sodomy." 

"Sodomy. No, no, you're not going to buttfuck me, you dickhead; nobody buttfucks me."

He leaned on his elbow and looked sharply into her eyes. "You will buttfuck me or there will be no inheritance. Chelsea did everything you have done so far this evening, with more enthusiasm, I must say, and she did not refuse this last request. In fact, unless you do better than she did, I will have to give HER everything."

Justine bit her lip and rose slowly to her hands and knees. Three inches shouldn't be that much of a pain, she thought to herself. He struggled to his knees and took a vial of olive oil that rested on the bedstand. He poured it generously into the crack of her ass, and began working it into her cheeks and asshole. She purred believably, moving with his invading finger; she kept her face away from the Count so he could not see the contorted expression her compliance brought. "Oh, I love that slick finger, give it to me, give it to me. You're opening a new world of wonder for me; I can't wait for your cock up there. Oooo, yes baby, work my asshole, you asshole," she moaned. It took all the control she could muster not to say that last "you asshole" out loud. Finally, he huffed and puffed and stuck his cock in. He started with a slow rhythm and sped up gradually panting and blowing. "Wow, you are so tight, the tightest I've ever had. This feels like heaven, my dear, don't stop, don't stop. Yes, when I explode up your rectum, your inheritance will be sealed," he said as he labored to finish. Justine gritted her teeth and did her best to buck against him, gripping him as best she could with her rectum, moaning and pretending that she was approaching an orgasm as well. It didn't take long before he shot his wad up her ass and he held himself inside her buried to the hilt while he spent himself. Justine faked another orgasm and milked his cock with her asshole until he fell off onto the bed behind her and into a deep sleep.

She took at look at him lying there and inspected his penis: the Viagra had worn off for certain. The clock on the mantelpiece said 9:00PM, and it was time to get out of there. She got up, put her gown back on and slipped out of the room. 

First, she went back to the library and rummaged through the count's desk. There were some odd papers there addressed to someone else, but the will he had shown her was on top. An inner drawer unexpectedly unlocked held a bonus: the digital camera with her shots. She took it, and thought for a moment: did she want to erase those embarrassing shots? At last she decided not to; it might give Justin a laugh and would be proof that she was there in case he decided to contest the will. Slipping silently down the hallway to her room, she slid out of the gown without hanging it back up, put on her traveling clothes and quickly packed her things. The hallway in the servant's quarters was silent: the first door on the left emitted loud lusty female snores, but there was a light on across the hall. She burst through the door without knocking. 

Rolf was lying on his bed naked, holding a German porn magazine and masturbating. He froze when she entered, wordlessly. She broke the awkward silence: "Well, I haven't seen a dick that big for a while. How would you like two hundred dollars and relief for your erection?" He nodded silently as she came over and sat on the bed.

Justine took off her heavy shawl, blouse and bra to sit beside him and stroke his seven inches. "This is so beautiful after what I've been through today, and I love the blond pubic hair. I'll make you explode in ecstasy and give you two hundred dollars if you'll take me to the airport tonight, right now."




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He nodded his head once again. "I would do anything for you if you would do that. I have always dreamed of a lovely woman bursting into my room and giving me fellatio." 

"Well, this is your lucky day, Rolf baby," She smiled as she stuck out her tongue and began licking his dick with soft, insistent strokes. After focusing on his cock head's crease for a minute, Rolf gave her a hot, creamy aperitif.

Justine got to the airport and found a flight back to Florence around midnight. Chelsea had returned during her absence, and when Justine got to the apartment around four in the morning, the sleeping woman awakened.

"Where have you been, sweetie." Chelsea was groggy and disheveled from sleep. "I got back today and you weren't here."

"I've been up to Switzerland. Visiting a relative. It came up rather suddenly, and I had to get back even more suddenly." Justine started bustling around the dresser, seeking to move the will and camera to a drawer out of Chelsea's sight. 

"I hope you didn't hook up with that pervert uncle Freddie."

Justine stopped cold, turned and looked at her cousin. "Well, what if I have? The Count invited me up to the castle to discuss my inheritance."

Chelsea laughed and shook her head. "Did he send you a gold embossed invitation and make you think he was going to make you his heir?"

Justine crossed her arms and looked pensively at the floor for a few moments. "So what if he did?" She said finally.

Chelsea got out of bed, went over, reached out and touched her cousin's face. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you got it. After I saw 'the Count' last summer, Dad filled me in. Uncle Fred is a fraud. He's been broke for decades and scamming ignorant people since before our parents were born. He was disowned by our grandparents and he's been hustling ever since."

"What about the name and the castle?"

"There is no family title or old family fortune. All you have to do is check heraldry for European nobility: we aren't there. The scam is pretty simple: Freddie has a girlfriend, Frau Mittelmass and they have a son Rolf. They find a castle that unoccupied for a few days and pretend it's theirs. The thing that tipped me off was the food: they used up the dregs of the larder and everything was just about to turn bad. At first, it was a few pictures in fancy dress, then artistic shots with semi nudity and on to showing him my cunt. When he popped the Viagra and propositioned me, I hit the road quick. I had to blow Rolf and give him fifty dollars to get him to get me out of there, but the little shit did it."

Justine sat down heavily on the bed. Chelsea put her arms around her cousin, hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Older and wiser. I guess he waited so long to try for you because it took him six months to get the cash together and locate another castle to try the great charade again. Don't know what he does in the meantime, but my dad will have nothing to do with him and I think your dad is the same way. I wish that I had the pictures he took; if those ever got into circulation it would be embarrassing."

Justine reached into her bag and took out the camera. She attached it to the laptop computer on the writing table and downloaded all the shots. There were some of uncle Fred with Frau Mittelmass, some of the older woman in compromising positions, and all of the pictures he had taken of Chelsea and Justine. Chelsea looked at the shots with Justine with interest: "Wow, you must have frozen your ass off doing that. Nice looking shots, I must say: he does know how to take a photograph. Glad I was there in the summer. Nice place to be scammed, it looks like, close to Geneva, wasn't it? When did you bail out?"

"Let's not say. I'm going to delete everything on the camera, but save it here. This is a nice camera, worth saving, but not with these shots on it."

"Yes, I think so. They are some lovely pictures, but we can lose the old baggage's cunt for certain."

"One more thing. Promise me that you'll never tell another soul the entire story about my trip to Switzerland. We went there to have art pictures taken by a famous photographer at different seasons of the year, who will remain nameless, nothing more." 

Chelsea held up her hand and said, "Scout's honor. After all, he tricked me, too." Justine peeled off her clothes and hopped into bed, where she immediately feel asleep much to her cousin's consternation. "Well, I guess you'll be ready for fun after you sleep awhile." Chelsea leafed through the photos on the computer, copied them to a zip file, opened her e-mail account, and sent the lot to her home computer with copies to Justin.

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Justin's right hand couldn't restrain itself as he drove through the slush; it was buried under his Aunt Prudence's overcoat groping her right breast with iron fingers. She tried to look stoically forward in case anyone could see the young man's hand pawing her through the fogged windows, but occasionally the stimulation was too much for her to keep a straight face and she occasionally sighed in delight at the rough attention. They had been getting together once a week for the past two months at her house where he indulged her masochistic desires concluding in vigorous sex. 

He caught her nipple in a tight grip through her blouse and bra and twisted it back and forth: "Don't you want to go home right now, Auntie Pru? I've been thinking about you all day, and I can't wait; my boner is about to break my zipper. You know you want it; you want me to make you squirm after your long week's boredom. With this weather, we could probably just pull over and make out without anybody noticing us. Say yes, Auntie Pru, say yes; I don't want to hang out at a stinking nursing home for an hour."

Prudence bit her lip at the pain her nephew was inflicting on her: "I promised Aunt Adele that I would bring you by today if I could. Go along with this and I'll be your slave for the next two days, anything you want. She hasn't seen much of you as you were growing up, thanks to the selfish bitch your mother is, and she's curious how you turned out." 

Justin frowned and let go, returning his hand to the wheel to navigate a turn on an ice sheeted corner. "Oh, all right. I guess I can put up with it on those terms, but you're going to pay for this royally." He drove in silence for a few moments and then asked with genuine curiosity: " How old is she? How is she related to me?"

"She's eighty five years old, your grandmother's oldest sister. Married once to a millionaire, no children. She was always kind to Clarissa and I when we were growing up, spoiling us shamefully. Auntie Adele always had wonderful presents for us and let us do anything we liked when we visited her. I don't understand why your mother cut her off and kept you and your sister away from her; she would have smothered you two with affection as well. Maybe she became jealous when she couldn't top Adele's exploits." 

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure she would have been the grandparent we never had. Oh well, it'll be all right this once; I've put up with lots of strange old bats in my waxing business for Mom's sake." 

"You might be surprised at what she would be willing to do for you. Just try to keep an open mind and try to relate to her." They continued in silence to the nursing home, found a spot near the door to park the van and entered.

The facility was clean and neat. Walking the hallways, a visitor could easily mistake the facility for an old European Grand Hotel or German Spa were it not for the periodic nurse's stations. The nurses were young and efficient and one of them gave Justin a wink of invitation as he passed by. They found Adele's room at the far end of the hallway: it was an elegantly furnished room in delicate shades of purple and featured windows on two sides with stunning views of the adjoining park that would have been more impressive if it weren't such a horrible day.

Adele was dozing as they entered: a small woman with ivory skin wrinkling over fragile features. Her body was tiny, her height probably four foot ten, her thin white hair short, and her medium length fingers on the blanket were warped by arthritis. Her face was taut and lined; a photograph portrait of her as a young woman revealed a face that made up for its lack of striking features with a sultry look that leapt out of the picture with breathtaking power. The lavender nightgown and matching robe she wore stood out from the clean white sheets and pillowcases of the unusually wide hospital bed. Her breathing was a whisper as she dozed and her big blue eyes fluttered to life as Prudence and Justine entered the room, an electric smile lighting up her face.

"Prudy, my dear, so good to see you. How nice you were able to come over on such a dreadful day. And is this young giant the virile Justin that you've told me about? My, my, my, you're a handsome young lad. Sit, sit, and let's catch up a bit with some girl talk, my dear nieceling." 

Adele sat up and Prudence sat beside her aunt on the bed, talking about several things as Justin sat on a chair by the wall, glancing around in his boredom. Their conversation covered the number of drugs Adele was now taking, the quality of the food, the attention of the nursing staff, and news of the other residents of the facility and family. Adele laughed so hard at the account of Justine and her cousin Chelsea starting a riot on a Roman bus that she sputtered for a several moments. "I wish I had thought of that a couple of times when I wanted to get away from a lech in a crowded place. Justine has a lot of spunk," she said approvingly. Prudence then filled Adele in on Justin's parents' misadventures in Morocco, which brought a tart response: "They're getting what they deserve, those two. Little miss Clarissa was always so prim and judgmental on the outside and such a wicked, abusive slut on the inside; that idiot Franklin can only think with the head between his legs. Why they kept little Justin and his sister from me all those years, with all I could have given them, I'll never understand. Such selfish bastards, I hope they fry in that desert."

Adele turned to look at Justin, who started out of his boredom and blushed slightly at his aunt's attention. "My, my, young Justin, you have turned into such a handsome man. Come over here and let your old auntie get a good look at you." Adele raised the hospital bed up to a sitting position as Justin stood up and stalked over. "Such a frown; I only want to make you happy, dear boy. Take off your coat and stay a while." He peeled off his overcoat, revealing his taut frame clad in a green sweatshirt and tight jeans. "My goodness, what a body, do you work out?"

"Yes, I get in three sessions a week and swim for an hour every day." 

"Naked?"

"No, I wear trunks." A shocked look took over his face; it seemed as though the old lady was salivating over him a little. He blushed again.

"Sit down on the bed beside me, Justin, let me see you up close." She ran her gnarled fingers through his hair and delicately traced the line of his chin. Then, she squeezed his arms and rubbed his torso before putting her hand on his crotch. Patting there for a moment drew a reaction that surprised Justin, but made his elderly aunt smile broadly. "Prudy was right, you seem to be rather nicely hung. How much would it take to air that beautiful thing out for a few minutes?"

Justin did a double take, open mouthed, while Adele kept patting and rubbing his thigh. Prudence put her hand on his shoulder and said quietly in his ear, "Aunt Adele wants to see you naked, Justin. Sex is the one thing that she misses these days, and she can't hear enough about it. See the pornographic books on the night table? I've told her everything about our nights together, your beautiful body and she wants get to look at you herself. I'll lock the door and no one every need know. She'll give you some cash if you want: would two hundred do it?" Gulping, he thought for a moment, then nodded slowly. Prudence whispered in his ear: "You need only think of the evil things you're going to do to my body later, sweetheart, if you need help getting it up, and if she can't get you off, I'll help her."

Adele took two hundred dollar bills from the purse on her night table and gave them to Justin while Prudence went over and locked the door. Adele motioned for him to stand up and disrobe: "Slowly, son, slowly. Let me savor every delicious bit of you as it comes out to play." He slowed down and removed his sweatshirt shirt, and t shirt. Adele traced his musculature gently with her crabbed hands, licking her lips and beaming at him. She turned him around to stroke his back and caressed his cheeks through his trousers. "Nice tight buns, I love it. You've got what they call a six pack these days, right?" She reached around, traced his stomach muscles and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, giving Justin's half erection some relief as it was unbound. Then his shoes, jeans, socks and briefs came off as Adele eagerly drank in the scene. "You're an Adonis, Justin, just like my brother Bertie. Beautiful in every way, and that pleasure pole between your legs belongs on a horse. So lovely, so lovely." She patted the bed as she slid down toward the bottom of the mattress, "Have a seat here, dearie, I won't hurt you. Let me have a tour of this delicious body up close."

She started by cupping his cheek and stroking his neck. Her hands palmed his shoulder and chest muscles in broad strokes, moving downward gradually. Justin was shocked that his cock twitched in response, while Adele beamed at the result. She rubbed his lower torso and thighs, working her way inward until she was cupping his scrotum. A drop appearing on the end of his cock brought a sigh, and she tenderly smeared it around the head while blowing softly on his growing erection.

"It's been so long since I've had a nice, big, thick cock like this to take care of. My brother Bertie had one just like it: I used to stroke it and play with it for hours behind the barn until he got called up to go fight in World War II. He never came back, and of all the cocks I've known, I've never seen a such a lovely big cock like his until today. You look so much like him, you dear boy, the spitting image." Her hands stroked his dick tenderly up and down in opposite directions, then same direction as she worshiped it with her eyes. Her eyes then closed in ecstasy: "This nice hot cock feels so good in my hands, much better than my microwave hand warmer. So soft and hard and wet, I could stroke you all day." A devilish grin creased her ancient features. "I think you might like it too, wouldn't you, sweetie?" Justin nodded slightly, amazed that her touch was stimulating him so much. She licked her lips hungrily and said: "You won't mind if I kiss it, would you?"

Her pleading eyes could not be denied. Justin shook his head no, still amazed that Adele's attentions were encouraging his erection. She looked like a mild breeze would break her in half, and her face was more lined than any he had ever seen, yet the boldness of her resolve was overpowering: he could do nothing to resist her iron purpose and his cock drooled at her intense devotion. Prudence held out her hand to take Adele's dentures, then Adele began to adore his cock with butterfly kisses that seemed to find every tender spot. A quivering tongue traced the ridge under the head of his cock, then worked its way down until it found the sensitive spot in between his balls. She started playfully nipping at his balls, one after the other, with her gums, causing him to twitch and ooze more, which she tenderly smeared down his shaft with her gnarled hand as she nipped and licked.

Prudence sat in the chair that Justin had occupied, her eyes mesmerized by her aunt's fervent attention to her nephew's ten inch rod. She licked her lips and began to caress her breasts through the material of her blouse and bra, crossing her legs and kicking lightly yet quickly with her foot. She didn't say a word, but her eyes drank the scene in ravenously as if she wished to join the pair telepathically.

"You like that, don't you?" Adele said as she pulled off to rest a moment. "Mmmm, you are so beautiful, Justin, so gorgeous." Her eyes looked fondly and wistfully as she continued to stroke it, kiss it and encourage every little dampness. Ten minutes of attention stiffened his member more, and Adele said: "It would be so wonderful to see this big beautiful penis gush. I haven't seen a hot crystal fountain from a monster like this for over fifty years: some nights it's all I've dreamed of. Bertie used to gush and gush until I thought it would never end. He tasted so sweet." She started stroking Justin's cock more insistently while licking her lips like a woman famished. "Can you spurt for your dear auntie? A huge, lovely, hot load, all for me? I'll reward you." Going down she alternately kissed, licked and nipped at his nuts with her gums again while his cock twitched, then licked up the shaft to swirl the head of his cock and worked her slick gums around the head of the shaft, then pulled off: "Ooo, you like that, don't you? It's been so long, I would love to see a man blow his wad again. It would mean to much to me if I could do that for you." She returned to his balls, cupping them and playing with them before swirling them with her tongue and playfully gumming them again. Justin gasped as several deep twitches shook his entire body lying on the raised bed. "Let it go, let me have it. Fill my face with your spunk, dear boy, you know you want to. I want to eat up all your lovely juices." She started to lick the head, circling the ridge and licking more. "Mmm, you taste so good, give it to me, give it all to me." 

She took the head of his cock into her mouth and started sucking Justin more intently, her cheeks caving in, and gummed the head mercilessly while her right hand stroked his shaft and her left gently juggled his balls. Justin started breathing more and more heavily; he reached out and caressed the sides of her head, playing with her earlobes with his fingers. Adele started going "Hmm, hmm, hmm" as she worked to swallow more and more of Justin's ten inches with every stroke; Justin was amazed at how much she was able to take in and the tingling sensation that told him that his climax as imminent. Prudence's hand was up her skirt and working feverishly as Justin gasped several times and exploded in several spasms, filling Adele's mouth and splashing down the sides of her face into his crotch. She kept pumping with her hand and mouth until he was done twitching, then started to lick his thighs and crotch clean. Prudence fell off her chair and writhed on the floor, her hand buried up her crotch, with her own orgasm and lay there shuddering for several moments with her eyes closed afterward.

Adele lay back against his left leg as she finished licking up his seed, and after Prudence recovered she came over to lay her hand on his head. Justin stroked Adele's head as she worked; when she was done, she gave his cock a last suck and released it with a pop, nestling her head in his crotch with her face beside his scrotum, stroking his length with an incredibly soft, lazy, warm, gnarled hand and giving his balls an occasional tender kiss. Her eyes were closed and an peaceful smile warmed her face.

Prudence patted Justin on the shoulder. "Thanks, Justin, you don't know who much you've done for your old Aunt Adele. She's dreamed of this ever since I showed her your picture and told her about you. It's been such a long, lonely time for her since her health failed, and you've made her dream come true. You know she doesn't have any family other than us. When her time comes, she may reward you very well for this."

Justin took a deep breath. "I can't believe how good she was; she could give lessons. Was she a huge slut when she was younger?" 




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Prudence nodded. "She told me incredible stories about her exploits. During the war she was most active: she took on two and three soldiers on leave at a time. Said it was her contribution to the War Effort. After she was widowed, she had a succession of 'gardeners' and spent most of her time at home. You aren't her first by a long shot."

"It was incredible that such a old, think, frail old lady could coax such a load out of me. Would she want to do it again?"

Prudence smiled. "I think that you could probably come by every week or so and let her repeat this as long as she's able. She has enough pain with her arthritis, and probably can't do any serious fucking anymore, but all she could talk about for the past couple of weeks was how she wanted to make love to your cock with her mouth and hands. You gave her such joy by making her dreams come true." Prudence regarded her aunt, dozing happily in her nephew's crotch nestled against his pubic hair and scrotum. "This is the youngest she's looked for years; you're fountain of youth for her."

"I think I can drop by once a week if she wants me to. Wouldn't mind getting my groin gummed like this regularly, she is so damn good."

Prudence laughed. "Look at her lying in your crotch; she's in heaven." They paused a few moments. "Do you want to leave soon?"

"No, I can hang out here and let her be happy a little longer." He stroked Adele's hair and caressed her earlobes, drawing a blissful thrill from her body. "After all, we have all night after we get to your house."

Prudence beamed, "We certainly do," and kissed her nephew softly on the forehead as her aunt dozed next to her favorite thing.



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The browser window opened, revealing Justine D'Enfer's head and torso. She wore moderate amount of makeup, her chestnut hair pulled pack into a ponytail; a plain white blouse hinted at the black bra underneath. Justin settled into the couch with his laptop on the coffee table in front of him on the back porch; his private piece of nature well protected by a screen of trees and greenery from neighbor's eyes. He had a Notre Dame t-shirt over a pair of swim trunks, legs and feet bare. Making sure that the camera was pointed at an optimal direction, he looked at his sister and asked, "Well, is this set up working?"

"Yes, baby bro. I think we've got this working as good as we can."

"Nice you finally figured out how to do this. I've missed your baby blue eyes."

"And I've missed your nice donkey dick, baby bro. How's it hanging?"

"Pretty well. What's going on in Italy?"

"The classes are all right, they're not too boring. Florence is a wonderful city to live in; I could stay here forever if they didn't speak another language. I like the Umbrian hills the best; Chelsea and I've spent days driving around the back roads admiring them." 

"That's pretty dangerous, isn't it? From what I've heard of Italian drivers, I'd be scared to take the wheel over there."

"Well, Chelsea's been over here a long time, and she usually takes the wheel. I usually take it at night and times there's less traffic, like when it's siesta time. We ran down to Pompeii last week and took turns."

"I've heard about Pompeii. Lots of dirty pictures there."

"You wouldn't believe it, baby bro. Those ancient Romans must have fucked anything that moved, especially in a resort like that. I was reading the stories of the first Emperors: Tiberius and Caligula were amazing at debauchery, and even a warped cripple like Claudius had his moments. The story of Messalina was fantastic."

"Oh. You interested in taking on a whore at a gangbang contest?"

"No. You're enough of a gang to bang me. I've mooched around up north as well, and hope to get back there before my time is up here. Paris is just stunning; Vienna is charming; and Budapest is really wild. Party funds go a long way in Budapest and the Hungarians are crazy."

"Any Hungarians get his mouth into your goulash?"

"Absolutely not. How dare you! Greece was wonderful, too. I'd love to own a Greek Islands: the Onassises were right." She looked off screen and smiled; turning back, she said: "How's things going back home?"

I heard from Mom and Dad. Same old stuff: they hate the desert, but they're stuck with it since they're on an international most wanted list. Can't go to any European country, or any country connected with Interpol. I told them that Mongolia and North Korea were probably lovely this time of year and they practically spat at me through the Internet connection. It seems that Mom is making a new circle of friends in Casablanca; probably plenty bored wives over there who want to be dominated. Women generally keep covered up there, even with their husbands, and talking about lesbianism is taboo as well, so she can get away with a lot. Dad seems a bit edgy: I don't think there's enough action over there to keep him happy, and the penalties for adultery have him scared. He can't even download porn over there, so he's going out of his gourd. I don't think he's getting any action at all, other than what Mom provides for him." 

"She may toss him a leftover from time to time, but his balls must be turning bright blue about now. That dirty old man deserves it: he made me take care of his old pecker often enough. I remember a couple of times Mom took me to watch her technique. She used to whale on Mrs. Cornish next door. I couldn't believe how far Mom used to stretch out her A cup tits, or how Mrs. Cornish kept begging for more after Mom wore out her arm whipping her. Once, we ended up fisting her up the ass and cunt at the same time while I twirled a chain with her clamped tits on the other end while Mom literally chewed her ass." 

"Which hole did you have?"

"Well, I'm not sticking my fist up any strange bitch's ass, I'll tell you that right now." 

"Thought so. Mrs. Cornish was my most regular customer for Brazilian wax jobs; never screamed out in pain and wanted to be sure I got absolutely everything by feeling around her cunt lips.. She made a pass at me a couple of times; I think Mom really took it out on her for doing that."

"Did you fuck her?"

"No. Let her rub my crotch a couple of times, but I like to fuck women with tits and a full ass, not a toothpick with big eyes and bleach blond hair. I was picky even when I was a virgin." 

"That's what I love about you, Justin. If something isn't up to your standards, you pass on it."

"Damn straight. By the way, I quit the radio station. Things were just going nowhere and they brought in a new boss who was an asshole."

"So are you working another station?"

"Nope. Auntie Pru is helping me find a nightclub to buy. Figure with the lame nightlife in this town, a class establishment ought to rake it in."

Justine frowned. "That sounds like a lot of work, and if I remember right, we've got enough money socked away from the folks that you don't need to. I've got a full time job for you when I get home, remember that."

Justin watched as a couple of bees buzzed close to his chair before flying off. "I need something to keep my mind occupied other than Internet investing."

"Aren't you supposed to be twenty one to own a nightclub?"

"Auntie Pru is going to be president of the ownership group for now, and we have an purchase agreement already drawn up that takes effect on my twenty first birthday next year. I'll let her keep a share of the place for the investment value." The wind rustled the greenery and splashed it with sunlight. "You been to any good topless beaches?"

"A couple. Chelsea and I were up at St. Tropez last month for a couple days. It's strange: there were so many topless women, even old women like Auntie Pru with huge floppy tits, that nobody noticed us. You should see Chelsea's boobs, they're positively righteous so they're so big and so wonderful."

"Well, you've got my ideal set hiding on the lower part of my screen."

Justine put her finger in her mouth and cooed. "What a nice thing to say."

"It's true. You gonna show me the tan line?"

"Not yet. How's Auntie Pru doing?"

"She's doing all right. I've been going over a couple of times a week to do her yard work and have supper with her. She so nice, and she's taken such good care of me."

Justine's brow furrowed. "And how has she taken good care of you?"

Justin looked away for a moment and continued nervously. "You know, she's a good cook, and she smothers us with the kind of drippy affection that Mom could never manage. . ."

"You've been taking a lot of special affection from her, haven't you?"

He tried to look innocent. "Whatever do you mean?"

"I can see it on your face. It's hardly possible, with the confirmed lesbian she is, that you're getting any, but you're taking advantage of her, somehow. Spill the beans." 

Justin fidgeted. "Are you mad at me?"

Justine paused and frowned. A moment later, she looked up thoughtfully. "No, guess not. I suppose you're a grown man, and now the door is open, you need your fix from time to time. I wish I was there to give it to you, but I guess I shouldn't worry about Auntie Pru, she ought to be safe and clean. At least you're not cruising the streets looking for hookers or picking up tramps in bars. Tell all."

"Well, it started with abusing her tits and ass and went downhill from there. She seemed rather curious what it would be like to suck or fuck a man, and she seems to like it now. I think I can even get up her ass in a week or two, if I play my cards right." 

"That sounds good, cause you're never getting up MY ass, peckerhead." 

"The other night I had her bent over doggy style, clover clamps on her tits with the chain in her mouth, and was whipping her hard with a riding crop as I fucked her. When she came, I thought she was coming completely unglued and almost called 911." 

"How can you pound such a huge tub of lard?"

"Well, 'cause it's Her and she's so nice and lonely and vulnerable. I'm not turned on by other women that big, but seeing her tit mountains and fat ass gets me hard in nothing flat. I've taught her to be a great cocksucker, too, almost as good as you. Last week, I dropped by her office and she dropped everything to blow me right then and there. Her tongue is really finding all the sensitive spots on my dick, and she never gives up."

Justine smiled and laughed. "I'm glad that you're finding good company with her then, but I'm going to have to remind you who's best when I get home. Chelsea and I've become rather tight; she's such a good fuckbuddy. We even made it in a Vatican bathroom once: I thought the echoes would bring the whole Swiss Guard on our cases, but nobody batted an eye."

"And how much pain can Chelsea take?"

"None at all, she can't even think about that kind of stuff. But she's a lickmonster in bed, and as I said, her tits are so wonderful they're absolutely righteous."

"Tell me about it." He said with a gleam in his eye and a bulge growing in his pants. 

She gave him an arched eyebrow and a smirk. "I don't know if I should. Who knows what kind of effect it may have on you."

He sat up indignantly. "I told you about how I was fucking Auntie Pru, at least you can come clean." Justine snorted. "You know what I mean. I'll give you a show over the Internet."

She toyed with the top button of her blouse. "Point the camera down a little bit." He refocused to move it down. "Now recline the deck chair so I can see most of you. Good. I like that bulge in your swim trunks. Don't touch it until I tell you to." 

"All right," he said, putting his hands behind his head.

She unbuttoned one button rather slowly, and the next, before reaching over to lightly stroke the underside of her bra. "Last night was magic with the full moon and the warm breezes. We were on the patio right about at this time, around midnight. We started with soft kisses, running up to lick each other's ears. All the time we were running our fingers over each other's torsos." Justin responded with a growing bulge, and Justine unbuttoned another button. "Then I peeled off her t-shirt and her big beautiful brown breasts came into view, the large nipples poking out in expectation." The last buttons came unbuttoned, and she pulled the blouse back to fully reveal the rounded black cups. "I toyed with her nipples with my fingertips, rubbing them in circles like this, around and around and around. She reached down to stroke my breasts so gently back and forth, like this, and pushed me back on the lounger, sitting on my waist and grinding her hips into my crotch. Thank goodness I was wearing a front clasp bra, otherwise she would have ripped it away." She ripped her bra open, her perky tits bounced out and jiggled once on the screen.

Justin's eyes were rapt on the screen, his hand rubbing his thigh next to the tent poking up between his legs. "You're doing good, sis. Do you like what you see?"

Justine licked her lips once. "You're making me hungry, boy. Then Chelsea kissed her way down my neck, taking a lifetime to tickle and tease me with her tongue en route, before she reached the right tit. After making a circle around it, she circled closer and closer, her tongue barely contacting the skin when she reached the middle. I was squirming under her, frustrated and not wanting her to stop. The magic tongue traced itself across the canyon of desire and repeated its excruciating journey around my left breast, ending at that nipple like she'd done the other one. Her right hand reached down and she tickled my inner thigh with her long fingernails, brushing my cunt lips in invitation. My clit poked out for attention, and she played with it with her index finger as my juices started to boil." She was squeezing her left breast and her hand was down in her crotch. Justin was rubbing his thigh faster and faster, his pleasure pole straining the swim suit more and more insistently.

"Can I get it out yet? Please, sis, please! I'm begging you. He needs some air desperately!"

Justine gave him a sultry smile. "All right, pull it out. I want to see my favorite thing."

Justin pulled his suit down awkwardly over his insistent erection, which bounced up and down three times after being released. His shirt went up over his head and he lay back naked, his cock pointing up at the blue sky from its thick nest of black hair with his six pack abs and muscular chest as background. Her eyes grew big as she took it in, and she licked her lips around and around several times before she could continue.

"Finally, Chelsea penetrated my cunt, with one, then two then, three fingers. She sucked my right breast deep in her vacuum mouth as she stroked me; it was so wonderful I shivered with joy and never wanted it to end. Stroke that big boy, Justin, stroke it. Oh, it looks so good, I wish I was there. Her fingers are so cunning when she plays with my twat, she's able to get three inside me on a good day when she's teased me enough. Those little spits coming out of the end mean something's happening soon. My cunt wants you, Justin, it wants to swallow you whole. Slowly but surely I climbed the mountain, and at the summit the world went crazy like the Fourth of July; Chelsea pushing my orgasm around and around with her magic hand and her suction mouth. Ah, Ah, Ah, between that and seeing you again, I'm getting close again." It was obvious that the unseen hand was working below while the other was stroking the upper erogenous zones. 

"Yes, Justine, come for me, come for me. I want to fuck you so badly, it's been way too long. See how my dick wants you, how it's getting so big and red and slick. I don't need lubrication to beat off, you're exciting me so much. Remember how you took this monster in your mouth, swirling and gliding your tongue over every sensitive spot around the head? Then you relaxed your throat and took more of my down there than I could have imagined. One night your nose made it all the way to my pubic hair. You used to lick my balls so wonderfully, making them tingle and fill with juices. Then we'd fuck lying flat on each other, every part of our bodies touching, from crotch to cheek. Oh, Justine, I wish you were here!"

Justine's eyes were closing and she leaned over, frantically wanking her canal as Justin spoke to her. Then came up to see him, and her mouth opened in a large O with her tongue darting inside. "I'm so close baby bro, let's come together, let's come together. Shoot me your love, Justin, all the way to Italy."

His hand went faster and faster up and down his shaft before it blew a load straight up in the air. Pulsing three times, it shot a river of white liquid all over his crotch and stomach, reaching up to the base of his throat. Panting and gently stroking his sensitive cockhead, he looked straight up as he heard his sister reaching her summit over the Internet. A moment later he sat up to see his sister bent over, eyes closed, breathing heavily, twiching slightly as her left hand softly flicked her right nipple. Her eyes opened reluctantly, and she looked at her brother. "All that joy juice gone to waste. Thanks, baby bro. Was it good for you?"

"Oh, yeah. I've never done anything like this before. I'm glad I didn't get any on the notebook screen; that would've been difficult to explain to tech support." 

She laughed. "I guess so. Don't have the same problem unless I sit on the keyboard and that's not necessary." Taking a deep breath and sighing, she came down from her orgasm. "Any chance you get come over and visit me? I'll buy the ticket." 

"No, I've got a class or two to finish up tomorrow, then we're going club hunting for a week or two. By then, your class will be over and I believe you're planned to wander around England for a while."

"Yeah. You could meet me there."

"I can last till you get back. We may need another private chat session like this, but I can wait. It'll make your homecoming more hot."

Justine looked disappointed. "I guess. You better not make any plans for a month or two after I get back. We're going to fuck like rabbits and not see another soul."

Justin nodded. "It's a date. Any instructions for when cousin Chelsea shows up in a couple of weeks."

"Yes, don't fuck with her, she's mine. I can live with you messing with Auntie Pru and even wearing her out a bit, but don't you dare lay a hand on Chelsea."

"All right, if I get any ideas, I'll bang Auntie Pru instead. Same goes for you: I'll put up with Chelsea being your fuckbuddy, but don't you go looking for any stray dicks around Europe. I've got the only one that gets to fuck you."

"All right. Promise."

"Promise."

"Good night, Justine."

"Good night, Justin." 

Justine closed her window and checked her program to see if it saved both sides of the session. Chelsea had been out of sight during that session, but where she could see the screen. "You're not fair, Justine. Your brother looks so hot, and that donkey dick is amazing."

Justine grabbed her throat in a playful mock- throttle. "That donkey dick is mine, and you can keep your hands off it, not to mention the rest of you. I'm going to give you all the fucking you need myself." She then stood her cousin up and pushed her to the bedroom and down onto the bed, where she immediately pulled off Cheslea's underpants. "Here's where you get yours, loving cousin," as she dived into her cousin's crotch, her tongue moving like a pinwheel as it made contact with the lower lips. Chelsea's eyes went back into her head at the assault, and Justine's hands came up to knead her breasts as her breaths grew shorter and faster.

Justin closed the window and shut down the camera and microphone. Checking the recording, he found that his program had captured both tracks of the conversation and he saved them to disk. Then he flipped open his phone and hit his speed dial. "Hello, Auntie Pru. Justin here. Just got off the Internet with Justine. She's doing fine, I"ll tell you about it later. Can you stop off after work today? We need to agree on the properties we're going to inspect together tomorrow. No, don't worry about dinner; I've got your dinner right here. I may even have some food for you as well." He laughed a couple of times. "OK, bye, bye, sugar." Justin picked up his dirty clothes and sprinted into the house to turn on the shower.

*******************

Chelsea found a young man and middle aged woman waiting for her at the airport as she cleared the Security area after deplaning. She recognized the young man from the Internet sessions: it was her cousin Justin. Throwing herself into his arms in a big hug, she kissed him hard on the lips and said, "Hi, cuz. Nice to meet you. And this must be your Aunt Prudence."

Justin struggled for breath after being almost knocked from his feet and stammered: "Yes, uh, this is my aunt, Prudence Tailleferre. Auntie Pru, this is my cousin, Chelsea D'Enfer, on my father's side of the family. She just got back from Italy last week, and has been up in Toronto since then. How's Justine doing?"

"She was doing fine when I last left her. Her agenda was a long cruise through the eastern Mediterranean and two weeks in England before coming home. It'll be a month before you see her again."

Justin nodded his head. "Sounds like her. Well, we'll just have to do our best to entertain you while you're here."

They collected her baggage at the carousel, and went out to Justin's Hummer for the trip into town. It was a rainy spring Saturday, and mid-morning saw relatively little traffic. Heading into town, Prudence was jolted out of making small talk with Chelsea in the back seat: "Justin, are we making a detour on the way home? I'm sure our guest would like to settle in and relax before we do much else."




The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 06



Justin shook his head. "We've got to stop by this club that we're thinking about buying. It's still operating in the afternoon and evening, so if you're going to get a good look at it, it's got to be now. The negotiations have gotten to the point that I want to get a second opinion before deciding where my position is. Do you mind making a detour, Chelsea?"

Chelsea pouted in the rear view window for a moment, then shook her head nonchalantly. "As long as it doesn't take too long. I'd be interested in seeing what kind of club you're thinking about buying."

Prudence rolled her eyes. "All right, Justin, but let's not stay any longer than we have to. You and I have some business to take care of later today."

They drove down the theater district, and around a corner they found a rare parking place in front of second floor entrance. The sign suggested the place's name was _The Walnut Club_, featuring two rough shells next to one another dripping water. Justin led the women up a staircase and Chelsea wondered out loud: "What kind of place is this? Some bizarre food club?"

Justin shook his head. "No, it's a bit more symbolic than that. What did the sign outside resemble?" Chelsea looked at him blankly. "What usually goes with two nuts?"

Prudence looked disgusted while Chelsea's mouth became a perfectly round circle. "That's a pretty weird name for a gay bar, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's part of the reason that it's going out of business and is up for sale," Justin said. "The other is that their founding partners have come to a parting of the ways, and selling the place is part of dividing the assets. They want it to reincarnate as something completely different, so that's where we come in. Look around and check everything out: I'm looking for a place that doesn't have any structural problems, a kitchen that can be made professional if it isn't already, a flexibility in layout so we can rearrange it from time to time." He knocked on the door and after a few moments, got out a key to open the place.

Turning on some lights, the place looked rather shabby, with dated posters on the wall from Seventies movies, especially _Cabaret_, small round tables, a long bar covering one wall, a dance floor, and a hallway leading past the bar toward offices. Justin poked around, showing his aunt some of the possibilities for transformation while Chelsea looked at some of the homoerotic art that grotesquely picked up the walnut theme. The table lamps were the height of kitsch: they were two sets of male genitalia with a set of walnuts dangling on either side under a canopy that was more hairy than leafy. Chelsea took a few solo spins on the dance floor while Justin and Prudence continued their examination of the place, and wandered down a hallway past the office and down the stairs toward the restrooms. Looking in, they were incredibly grubby, especially the floor, and a rough hole was torn into the cinder block wall, surrounded by a picture of an elephant with its trunk replaced by the void. Going back out into the main room, she was just in time to see two young men enter, shake hands with Justin, and lead him to the office area. Prudence came over to keep Chelsea company.

Prudence looked a bit distressed as she filled Chelsea in: "The owners have shown up unexpectedly, and wanted to have a negotiating session now. I think that this place could work: the location is excellent, the kitchen could be upgraded enough and the general layout is all right, but it will take a lot of money to renovate, and if the price is too high Justin will pass on it. We'll have to amuse ourselves while the boys talk. Tell me some more about yourself." 

Thirty minutes later they had gotten very well acquainted and comfortable talking with each other as they sat at a small table. Chelsea had warmed to the older woman, and Prudence had taken off her jacket and undone her top two blouse buttons. Prudence was struck by the younger woman's easy manner, so unlike the D'Enfers she knew, Chelsea's ready wit and storytelling ability, and the rounded breasts and hips that were displayed so nicely by the gold halter top and shorts she wore. Chelsea was also taken by the older woman's wisdom and the cauldron of passion that bubbled just beneath her reserved exterior. Eventually, Prudence said, "Justin shared with me the pictures you had taken of yourself in Europe. You are a fantastically attractive young woman, and I wish that I had looked like you when I was your age. Justine always thinks she's the leading beauty in the family, but she's got nothing on you."

Chelsea smiled. "Thanks, Prudy. You're very kind, and I'm grateful that you find a clown like me attractive. I am overwhelmed by how lovely a woman you are: neat and mild mannered on the surface, but passionate and caring inside. Anyone who knows you well is a better person for the experience."

Prudence blushed. "You don't have to say that."

Reaching over to take her hand and twine her fingers with the older woman's, Chelsea replied, "Yes, I do. You are so lovely, I'm just overwhelmed." Hand in hand, they were giggling and enjoying the sparkle of each other's eyes when Chelsea made a suggestion: "There's a couple of rooms that you ought to take a look at down this direction, Prudy. You probably haven't seen anything like the restrooms before."

"Shelly, you might be surprised, but show me anyway. Perhaps we can find a private place for a few moments while the boys are playing their game of corporate poker." 

Giggling softly and squeezing each other's hands, they descended the stairs and found a long hallway with several doors off the far end of the dance floor. There was a set of three doors to their right and two to their left. Opening the left door, they found a large room with several hooks and pulleys embedded to the ceiling and walls. Heavily padded, it had a set of shackles across the room set into the far wall and a couple of odd looking devices that seemed to be very adjustable. A couple of cabinets proved empty and there were several hooks on the wall that seemed to be waiting; three dimmers could control the primary colors in infinite combinations. Prudence grinned manically, "I guess that there's more to this club than meets the eye. Seems they may actually crack some walnuts around here. Justin and I may have to try some of this equipment out later."

Chelsea winced. "Justine told me that you liked this kind of thing. I'm not into it myself, but whatever floats your boat. What do you mean, try this out later?" 

Prudence blushed and giggled. "Don't tell Justine, but I've been keeping Justin happy and vice versa while she's gone. I was telling you about my relationship with Justine; Justin came in a week later and much to my surprise did an excellent job filling my special needs. Justine can get so possessive; when she was a little girl she'd go into hysterics if anybody dared to touch her toys. If Justine every finds out what Justin and I have been doing while she's been gone, I'm in big trouble."

Chelsea giggled as well. "She threatened me within an inch of my life if I ever touched him. We'll see, we'll see, but I'm not afraid of that self-centered bitch. There's a nice soft mat on the floor over there, want to go over and break it in?" 

"In a moment, my dear," Prudence beamed, "let's see what's on the other side of the hall."

They went across the hall to the restrooms. Going into the Ladies room, they were amazed to find urinals as well, but the amateur painting of the elephant was too funny for words. Chelsea and Prudence were having a huge laugh at it, then Chelsea got rather thoughtful with a strange look in her eye. Prudence looked her in the eye quizzically, and Chelsea said, "One afternoon, Justine and I stopped in the Vatican museum. We invaded one of the restrooms because we'd had an adventure on the bus that turned us on and we couldn't wait until we got home. It was gross and disgusting in that out of the way Vatican bathroom; I'm amazed that nobody came in to bother us while we were sighing and moaning, they way our voices were amplified, but what we did there was so hot that I've gotten wet every time I go in a scuzzy bathroom. Am I horribly perverted?" 

"By the standards of your family, no. I'm sure the floor of that place couldn't have been as sticky as this one."

"No, definitely not. But Prudy, I've got this incredible urge to rip open your blouse and make love to your huge breasts, right here, right now. Does that do anything for you?"

Prudence turned red and panted heavily. She looked around and at the grubby, sticky off- white floor. "Any clothing that touches this floor will be ruined forever. I like this suit; it's my favorite one. If we take off all our clothes and hang them up carefully on the stalls, then we can have our fun here and now. Of course, we'll have to take a two hour long hot bath to disinfect ourselves from this place, and I hope that neither of us have any significant breaks in our skin . . ."

Cheslea beamed. "That's part of the fun. . ." She took the older woman's face in her hands and gave it a soft, gentle kiss. After few moments deep kissing and groping, they parted and started carefully removing and hanging up their clothing with infernos reflected in each other's eyes. 

Justin came out of his meeting smiling softly; his smile melted when he saw that the women were gone. The owners were leaving for a while, and Justin saw them to the curb to make sure that they hadn't returned to his van. Bounding back up the stairs two at a time, he wandered around the club until he heard soft noises coming from the downstairs. He went into the Men's room and found the room full of animal noises; there was a grotesque figure of a huge, dark, large hipped man with a ring through his nose and holding an impossibly huge spear bending over with a grotesque smile on his face as his looked back between his legs: a large hole to the next room took the place of his asshole and genitalia. There was a light in the next room, and the voices led him to turn and see the show on the floor.

"Oh Shelly, yes, chew my nipple like that. Your fingers are absolutely magic down there, I hope I remember how do to it when I get a shot at your fuzzy slit." Jason saw his aunt raise her left breast to her own mouth, where she bit down on her other nipple and moaned in bliss. Chelsea was lying on top of Prudence, sucking and chewing a huge portion of her right breast and playing with her cunt long, strong fingers. Chelsea's legs were spread and rudence's right knee ground up into Chelsea's pelvis, which Chelsea squeezed tightly with her legs. His cock immediately began to strain his jeans, and he unzipped them to provide some room for it to rise. Chelsea continued to ravage his aunt enthusiastically to her great delight, although it struck him odd that they would make love in a gloryhole restroom in a gay bar. 

Chelsea stopped chewing Prudence's nipple and dropped her head between the older woman's legs. Prudence lay flat on the floor with her legs and arms splayed. Hips grinding, her knees were hugging Chelsea's torso as the head between her legs was doing incredible things. "Shelly, you must drive Justine crazy with your tongue work. Oh yes, baby, I've never had it so good." 

Chelsea looked up and gave Prudence's nearby nipples a fond lick each. "This is a wonderful discovery as well, Prudy. You are a miracle yourself: I never knew an older woman could taste this good." She looked around the room. "What a wonderful place could be set up here. There could be hookups for monitors just above the holes in the wall as well as the far wall. The guys on the outside will be able to watch porn at eye level as they use the gloryholes." She returned to her work as Prudence quickly reached her orgasm. They lay panting in each other's arms for a few moments, then Prudence began repaying Chelsea's favor with her own kind of attention.

After a few moments, the elephant had sprouted an enormous trunk. Chelsea opened her eyes from her bliss to see it. "Look's like someone has been watching us," she whispered. 

Prudence stopped her licking and looked around. She came up to Chelsea's ear, stroking Chelsea's clit, and whispered back, "That's Justin's cock; I'd recognize it anywhere. How do you like it?"

Chelsea's eyes bugged out and she licked her lips. "I don't think I've ever seen anything so fantastic in my life. But we should take our time giving him what he wants." 

"Why?"

Chelsea shrugged her shoulders. "He's taking a lot for granted thinking we'd drop everything and take care of him. Let's make out and breathe heavy right next to it for a little bit and drive him crazy."

"Okay."

They moved over so Chelsea's head was directly under the cock in the wall, who made a point of moaning loudly as Prudence returned to licking her torso. After a couple of minutes, she reached up and gave it the lightest of strokes, from base to tip, tracing the underside of the head before leaving it. A palpable oozing rewarded her; she waited as she shuddered a couple of more times before doing it again. She traced the lines of his balls as she came close to her orgasm, and stopped in order to writhe in delight as she reached her peak. When she calmed down from her noisy climax, she said loudly, "Oh Prudy, that was the best I've ever had. I don't think that even a ten inch dick could be better than that." The women giggled delicately, then Prudence rose up to swirl the head of the cock with her tongue a couple of times before stopping.

Justin was shivering: he was almost fully erect, but he wished those girls would give him more than a lick and a promise. Auntie Pru had never left him wanting before, but Cousin Chelsea was an unknown. Maybe she was enough of a hard core lesbian that she didn't care about him. The waiting was driving him crazy.

The cock above them twitched, and Chelsea gave it a full twenty seconds of gentle tracery before stopping again. They could hear his heavy breathing from behind the partition. Chelsea tongue kissed Prudence's ear and then whispered into it: "Do what I do as long as I do it. Let's keep him up as long as we can before we have to finish him off." She pointed to her two testicles; without warning they attacked them with their tongues and slathered them for a full minute before stopping. A drop of semen fell to reward their effort on Prudence's chest: Chelsea chased it around for an eternity while teasing the nipple as she held the breast up to get it. Then Chelsea rubbed Prudence's huge nipple up and down the shaft of Justin's cock. Another drop hit Chelsea's mammoth jug, and Prudence returned the favor, rubbing Chelsea's breast all around and getting it thoroughly wet before licking both the breast and the cock off. 

Justin loved the sensations he was getting through the wall, but they weren't coming often enough or long enough. He pounded the wall with his fist eventually with his impatience while they were doing without him, and was rewarded with giggling. Another fingertip was tracing his balls; his face contorted frustration as he tried to find some way to get them to do more with just the movement of his dick. Finally, he started to pull out, and was rewarded by two steel hands that grabbed him to pull him back and two very wet mouths that simultaneously attacked either end of his equipment. He tried to tell who was at the end; it felt like his aunt's mouth, but he wasn't sure.

Chelsea suddenly gripped the penis tight just before it was about to deliver its load. She waited until the urge obviously passed, then whispered in Prudence's ear.

"I want to put this up my cunt, Prudy. I'll keep him interested if you'll get me ready. You'll need to stretch me out a little so I can take him."

Prudence smiled, "Leave it to me." She went down to lick the younger woman's lips for a while, then started working two fingers in. As Chelsea kept the erection going with her hands and tongue, Prudence added a third, then a fourth finger.

Chelsea shuddered and whispered down, "Yeah, that's what I want. Go a little farther so I'll be good and ready." Bucking against the fist that penetrated her, she started to nurse the cock before her urgently, coming close to another orgasm before signaling Prudence to stop. "Keep him up while I get aligned," she said, as she stood up, bent over, and prepared to impale herself on the rod before her.

Justin was reveling in the sensations of the lips and hands; he was sure that it wasn't his aunt and was imagining what his extremely hot cousin looked like as she sucked and squeezed him. Then, a familiar hand started stroking him straight out while he felt the air move strangely at the tip of his shaft. It took a moment for it to register, but as the warm, inviting cave of pleasure engulfed him slowly but surely to the hilt, he knew that he was fully embedded in his cousin's vagina. She started pumping him, and he did what he could to assist her.

Prudence had an interesting view as she looked at the penetration just above her. She sat on the floor, and reaching up with both hands, she played with Chelsea's clit and Justin's nutsack as they fucked. The juices dripped down and she let them run down her face and onto her chest, dribbling down toward her pelvis. Her own juices were flowing freely and pooling beneath her; it was all she could do to avoid reaching down to stimulate herself, but she savored the frustration as she participated in coitus above her.

Chelsea was breathing heavily as the wave built within her. She was bucking frantically against the huge rod inside her, kicking him out a time or two in her eagerness and making Prudence reinsert him, and from the sounds on the other side of the wall, he was getting close as well. Justin was moaning, groaning and pounding the wall as he approached his final goal, hoping that he would not be denied this time.

A pair of banshee howls lasted for two minutes as the couple came at the same time. Prudence kept stroking them as the runoff streamed down, she reached up to lick Justin's balls and Chelsea's clit back and forth as the duet rose and fell. Chelsea pulled off reluctantly, falling to the floor exhausted; Prudence could tell that Justin had reeled back from the gloryhole as well. She peeked through to see him sitting on the throne, touching his dick and twitching as the tenderness that followed his orgasm.

Prudence smiled and said through the gloryhole: "You ready to go home yet?" Justin groaned and sat there in a daze until the women gathered up their clothes, dressed, got Justin to stand, pulled up his pants and led him to the Hummer to return home.



The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 07



Ferdinand D'Enfer was gazing at the White Cliffs of Dover, and bit his lip as he contemplated the red dawn playing across the ivory. Mixing a new shade of red and ivory on his palette, he worked another layer of color on the canvas before him. Painting on the deck of a yacht wasn't easy, but this morning was unusually calm as the ship rode at anchor, and Ferdinand always worked quickly. A half hour later he had the basic colors he wanted on the canvas and between the Polaroid and digital pictures he had taken previous mornings, he was confident he could finish the painting at his leisure without having to rise predawn to work on it.

The calm was a precursor to a storm, which was due around midday. Ferdinand wanted to weigh anchor later and sail up into the North Sea toward Holland when the forecast winds from the Southwest arrived. Now there was time to get everything ready to stay ahead of the wind and rough waters.

He peeked in the window at his niece Justine as she slept. It was the second time she had invited herself on a cruise: a vacation at the end of August with his other niece Chelsea had introduced her to him and his yacht, and she had fallen in love with cruising almost immediately. Her next visit was a festival of manipulation: she bullied him into serving her every whim, abandoned him for hours when they touched in a port, yet knew just how much to flirt and charm him to keep her around when he started getting fed up with her. After her last visit, he had to spend a week with his best friend in Somerset to let the residual frustration percolate from his system.

Before she came on board the previous day, he had been looking forward to some peaceful solitude to do some landscape painting at Dover, then a leisure cruise to Holland where any number of striking Dutch women would be happy to model for him. Justine had rewritten his plan from the beginning; Ferdinand was still kicking himself for letting her join him. "Why did I let her tag along? She's nothing but trouble," he murmured as he put away his painting supplies. 

The classically sculpted lines of her face and the subtle curves of her body as she slept charmed him, although he knew that when she awakened she would be like the sea: restless, with sudden changes of wind and unpredictable squalls. What would it take to tame this shrew? Would it be worth it? It had been many years since his wife died; his brother Franklin had boasted to him one drunken evening in Morocco what a great cocksucker his daughter was, and his niece Chelsea had told him that Justine had submitted to great indignities from his panhandling brother Frederick in hopes of a fortune. He regarded her sleeping form: the appeal of her body stirred him to morning wood, which held for several minutes before the memory of her petulance shrank it back again. "So lovely, and yet such a bitch," he muttered shaking his head before he went to the cabin to check the weather and read a book.

The weather radio was forecasting gale force winds later in the day. Ferdinand stowed his painting gear, ate, and checked his charts for the French coast up the channel. They should be able to outrun the storm rather easily if they got underway by eleven o'clock.

Around ten o'clock, a splash told him that Justine was awake and had dived off the ship for a morning swim. "Great," he muttered to himself, "I'm going to have to lower the ladder so she can get back onboard, then spend valuable time stowing it before we can get underway." He moped out on deck and looked around to locate her. She was swimming off the port bow; on seeing him, she waved at him from the water and yelled, "Come on in, Uncle Ferd, the water's warm and lovely."

"I got to finish getting ready to haul anchor. The weather's looking ugly and there's a new weather advisory in ten minutes." 

Justine treaded water and flipped over so her bikini-constrained breasts poked up out of the water. "Oh, come on, you're on vacation. Don't you want to come out to play?"

Ferdinand bit his lip; she beamed at him innocently. She waggled her breasts in the water enticingly and softly bit her lip. Shrugging his shoulders, he gave in: "Let me get the ladder over the side; I guess I can catch the update after that. But we need to get underway by eleven." He took the rigid ladder and dropped it over the side, peeled of his shirt, and kicked off his deck shoes. Ferdinand was a reasonably handsome man in his late forties: he was thin and muscular without being sculpted, tan without being dark bronze, short chestnut hair with touches of grey at the temples. He was tall at six foot four, and clean shaven. The sky was still clear as he looked around, but a frown of concern creased his face as he dove over the side of his anchored vessel and swam out to his niece.

When he reached her, she gave him a big hug, ducking them both down under the surface for several moments before coming up. "How's life treating this morning, Uncle Ferdie?" 

Ferdinand sputtered for a moment. "Not bad so far. I caught the morning light on the White Cliffs just right, so I should be able to finish it up when we dock in Amsterdam. How did you sleep?" 

"Like a baby. It's so relaxing to sleep on a ship. I feel full of life this morning. Race you to shore." She struck out at a determined pace toward the shore, graceful as a dolphin. 

"No, no, no, Justine, we can't mess around this morning. There's a storm coming, and we've got to get underway soon."

Justine stopped and looked around her, "But the sky's clear. Not a cloud in sight." 

"Storms can pop up quickly, my dear. You have to stay alert, and listen to the advisories. We'll start seeing the clouds in a half hour if we stay here."

She paused to ponder for a moment. "Tell you what: if you beat me to the shore, I'll take my top off. Bet?"

"Justine, we don't have time for this." She giggled and launched herself toward the shore. Ferdinand went after her, and they toiled for two hundred yards to reach the sandy beach. She slowed down as he struck out, toying with him as they swam, letting him stay close enough to think he could win the race, then putting on a burst whenever he drew even. He was just behind her when they came up out of the water.

"I win, you lose. No tits today." She settled on the beach and stretched out, her long lean form luxuriating on the sand in the sunlight. Ferdinand collapsed awkwardly beside her, panting. There was no way he was going to be in shape to swim back for several minutes, and he dozed as he rested on the shore.

When he came around, dark clouds were gathering thickly in the West, and reached a third of the way across the sky toward them. Ferdinand poked Justine frantically, who muttered something incomprehensible. "Honey, we've got to get back to the boat, now. The storm is coming and we have to be underway when it gets here; this isn't a protected anchorage." 

Justine stayed and pouted: "But we can go to port over there." She pointed at the town of Dover on the distant horizon west of them. 

"It's farther away than it looks, we would be going against the current and the wind, and the storm would catch us halfway there. We have to run before the storm, which is going to be a more interesting experience than you've ever imagined. I'm swimming out now, and if you aren't on board when I weigh anchor, you're left behind." Ferdinand ran to the water, and started swimming frantically back to the ship. After a couple of moments pause, Justine followed him.

Ferdinand began the winches that brought the anchors up and the boat lurched into motion as the waves started to affect them. The radio droned an update, and a whine came from the back side of the ship. Justine looked around puzzled and Ferdinand said, "It's the rear winch motor; the line must have gotten fouled. I'm going to cut the cable. Hold the wheel firm when the boat starts to drift free and start the engine; keep us going east away from the storm until I get back." He ran out of the cabin after grabbing his wire cutters, leaving her looking confused. On passing through the door, he attached a line to his belt: the last thing he needed to do was fall overboard.

He got to the back of the boat, and heard the engine gun to life just before he cut the line. It took three tries to get the cutters positioned and the line cut, and the boat immediately began to wobble wildly when it came free. The boat began to make a course to the northwest, against the waves at a 45 degree angle, and was tossed around violently as it tried to make progress. After a lifetime of stumbling forward in the chaotic lurching, he finally found the door to the cabin and got through it. "What the hell are you doing?" he bellowed as he flung off his raincoat. 

Justine was trying to hang on the wheel to force the boat when she wanted to go. "I want to go to Dover; I don't want to go out to sea. There a place I want to have supper there and some shopping I want to do before we leave for Amsterdam."

"You'll sink the ship this way; the waves are too big, the current's too strong, the engine doesn't have enough power to buck and we're too close to some huge rocks. Let me have the wheel." 

Ferdinand lurched across the deck toward her, but she lashed out with her foot to send him crashing to the wall.

"I don't care; we're going to Dover, damn it!"

A wave broke over the ship, tossing her to the floor as the wheel spun. He beat her back to the wheel, and spun it around to point the boat Eastward. After a few moments, the chaotic bucking in every direction subsided and they made a roller coaster progress in one direction.

As the boat settled into its course, Justine made another effort to wrestle the wheel away from Ferdinand; he pushed her off easily and locked the wheel in place. They he grabbed her and hauled her out the door around to the side of the boat. Taking a rope, he tied her hands securely to the outer railing above her head to the front of the cabin directly under the main window. He screamed in her ear: "This is the last time you will defy me, you stupid girl. The sea doesn't listen to arrogant, self-centered bitches who want to have their own way. I told you that we couldn't make Dover and you chose to ignore me." He bent down, his body in perfect rhythm with the surging sea as he tied her feet to a couple of brackets. "You'll stay here out of the way and learn what happens when you try to ignore what the sea is telling you. You'll get wet and windblown, but you'll be all right." He whipped out his utility knife. "Oh, by the way, it was ancient tradition that a woman on board brought bad luck unless she exposed herself to the sea. We've had some bad luck today, so I think we need to take every precaution." Moving deftly, he sliced off Justine's bikini with his knife. "You should be glad that I don't keelhaul you." Ignoring her wailing, he went his business of guiding the ship out to sea. 

Ferdinand ran before the storm the entire afternoon and into the early evening before his course got out him of the storm's path. The wind and the rain looked more frightening and dangerous than they were: he was able to stay well away from any damaging winds and the lighting remained behind him.

He looked out the window at his niece. Justine's wet hair was whipping her face intermittently in the gathering gloom. The waves tossed the little boat violently, but she was protected against the elements except for some sprays that surged up or ribbons of rain that splattered.. She was screaming at the top of her lungs: "Let me go, you arrogant bastard! How dare you chain me naked out in the open like this! Just you wait, I'm going to beat your ass for this, you creep!" She paused, gulped and shuddered. He smiled as she pulled at her bonds: "I spent years learning to tie knots, kiddo. You're not getting loose until I'm ready." Her energy flagged and her protests came out as mewls: "Let me go, uncle Ferd, please. I'll never give you any trouble again. I promise. By all that is holy. Let me go. Let me go."

But Ferdinand was busy handling the boat in the pitching sea. He looked down at her, made sure she was still protected from the worst of the storm, and took a gulp from his coffee. It was going to be a long night.

Around ten o'clock in the evening, the sea was calm again, and Ferdinand slowed down and dropped anchor. Justine was worn out when he untied her, and he carried her shuddering below to put her in her bed and cover her. She didn't say a word, and by the time he had gotten a bite to eat and washed it down with a beer, she was fast asleep. He was still wide awake after his snack, so he eased Justine's cases out of her cabin quietly to see what he could find. Two cases revealed nothing out of the ordinary, but the third held a digital camera. Flipping through the pictures on it, he found several shots of both his nieces undressed in compromising positions, and he downloaded them onto his laptop, sending copies to his home computer via satellite internet. There was also an interesting piece of leather that gave him an idea. He put the cases in a safe place along with some other items from around the boat and made did a couple other tasks, then he left the camera on the table and went to his own bed.

Ferdinand was awakened around daybreak by a loud banging from Justine's cabin. Rolling out of his bunk, he staggered muzzily out the door, down the hall and into her room. As he opened the door, she opened her mouth to scream, and found that she could only make a few inarticulate squeaks as she pulled a blanket up to cover her naked form. He said: "What, modest at last? You needn't bother; I saw the whole package last night, remember? The body would be stunning without the warped mind inside it. Sorry that your voice is gone. . .not. You almost got us killed yesterday with your stupid selfishness, so for once in your life you're going to suffer the consequences of your actions.

"Your clothes and camera, as well as the radio, telephone, and every sharp implement are stowed away in a safe place that you can't break into. We're anchored by a little waterless island off the French coast; the weather is going to be good for the next ten days. There is more than enough food and water for two people for longer than that. The chain attached to your leg iron is long enough for you to go anywhere on the boat you wish if you're careful enough. Don't think about fouling it just to give yourself a chance to get away. I'm going to get a little painting done and rest for a few days; you are going to learn to behave yourself. Misbehave and I'll tie you back where you were last night; you'll wish that there was just a storm going on when I'm done with you. It's your choice: you can learn or you can suffer." Ferdinand stumped back to his room and over to his bunk, pausing to lock his door.

For the next three days, Justine and Ferdinand coexisted on the yacht: he completed his painting of the White Cliffs of Dover, and did a study of the island with its flotsam. He paid as little attention to her as he could; he fixed marvelous meals for them to share but ate his portion on deck away from her. If she asked him a question, he answered it politely and briefly, then went immediately back to what he was doing. She awakened him once that first day after the storm, and the result was a repeat of the threat to tie her up. It wasn't long before she spent most of her time in her cabin.

The third night after supper, Justine rasped a request: "I'd like to model for you. Would you like to do a painting of me? Take some pictures? Anything you want." Ferdinand nodded, "If you're awake before dawn and on deck, I'll do a painting of you that you may keep. Otherwise, I'll work on something else."

The next morning, she was on deck waiting for him in the pre-dawn darkness. He nodded and positioned her laying on her side with her arms in front of her so the sun would rise behind her. As the light grew in the East and day broke, he snapped several pictures with her digital camera from several angles, then told her she could go back to bed.

"Are you sure that's all, Uncle Ferdie?" she whispered. "I've got some lovely ideas." 

"No, you need to go below, rest and recover your voice. Don't talk: it will just slow your recovery." He pushed her firmly toward the door, and waited until she was all the way down toward her cabin before he went in and activated his laptop computer. 

The pictures transferred to his laptop without incident, and he printed out a couple to study the shades of light on her body. Printing out another of them, he pinned them to a canvas on his easel on deck, and began working. By mid-morning, he ran out of energy, sat down in the sunlight and closed his eyes.

There was a splash off to the starboard. A woman was pulling herself up the ladder, her hair was long, blond tresses that were plastered to her shoulders. Full lips creased in an eager smile below green eyes and a button nose. Bare to the waist, her breasts were large, riding high with drops of water dripping from her pert pink nipples. The cast of her skin was bluish, and below her waist the lines of scales were fading as her skin dried into bubble hips and full, shapely legs. Ferdinand rose in disbelief, powerless to move, and her sparkling eyes transfixed him as she walked confidently over to him. A long kiss tasted of the sea, and she pushed him gently down into his chair, undoing his shorts and pulling them down to the deck.

Ferdinand pulled her to him, standing before him, and gently tasted the tangy skin of her breastbone while palming the sides of her breasts. She cradled his head as it moved back and forth, taking short gulps as his quest drew him near the sensitive peaks. Pushing him back, she knelt before him and explored his crotch with her slightly raspy tongue. The feel of her tongue that sought every sweetness, her hands that stroked his sides, her drying hair and rubbed his thighs with furry delight sent him into realms of unimagined bliss. He lay back with his eyes closed, rolling his head, tracing her delicate ears with his fingers, as his seed gathered for its own storm surge.

Time stood still, and his explosion seemed to last forever, and the mermaid savored him like fine caviar, her tongue caressing the head of his cock as he subsided, and she happily drank him until he had given her all he had. Ferdinand's head stopped with his mouth wide open in bliss, but some distant part of his consciousness notice that her left hand had slipped down his side and was groping awkwardly at his right foot.

Opening his eyes, he saw Justine's head between his legs; she was holding his penis with her right hand as she licked it clean while her left hand was rooting around in his front pocket. Ecstasy turned to outrage in a moment: he pulled her jerked her head up by the hair roughly and tossed her to the deck to stand over her.

He stepped out of his shorts and stood over her naked, quivering now with rage. "Very naughty, Justine, very naughty. Just when I thought we were making progress. Little did you know that you need more than the keys to start the boat right now; the battery is in a safe place. I didn't intend to give you this chance to take control of me, but I see that it will take more to make you learn." He pounced on her lightning fast, pulling her to her feet and hauling her writhing to the stanchions where he bound her before. The rope was still there, and he bound her facing the ship, her back to the ocean.

"What are you going to do to me?" she squeaked through still raspy vocal chords. "What are you going to do to me? You just be careful or I'll really pay you back for this, you asshole." 

Ferdinand disappeared into the cabin and popped back out again a few moments later. The air sang with the crack of a whip coming from the rear of the ship. Justine winced as she heard it:"You went through my suitcase, damn you. I was saving that for Auntie Pru."




The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 07



He came back around the corner and looked at her coldly. "Look what I found in your case. A present, perhaps? If you're anything like your mother, there's someone back home waiting to feel the touch of this beautiful Italian leather whip. I heard your whisper 'Auntie Pru': she must be your pain slut. You have no secrets from me, you little slut, between your diary, the pictures on your camera, and the e-mails I exchanged with your cousin Chelsea, I have a pretty good picture of what you're really like.

"Well, it's time for your punishment, and you will be punished. How appropriate you provided this little gem, one of the common punishment at sea for violation of the rules was 40 lashes." She glared at him. "Oh my, that was a look to maim, if not to kill. I could care less, no matter how good a cocksucker you are. Your butt is in my sling, and you will feel it." 

The air sang as the leather cut it. Justine winced as the first blow landed sharply across her bottom, Ferdinand counted the strokes. At first she tried being stoic and not cry out, but three blows foiled that strategy. She was crying, shrieking, and wailing; after ten lashes her backside was a red wildfire. He moved the whip down her legs and up her back; after twenty five he needed to rest a moment and stopped. She breathed heavily during the pause, and strong hands pivoted her around. A new fire between her legs surprised her.

Ferdinand cupped her face roughly. Justine opened her eyes to look at his sneer of rage. "You will learn that you are not in control here. You will do as you're told. Understand?" The last word was accompanied by a line of fire that struck above her crotch. She gasped, and another blow landed almost in the same place. Ferdinand glared at her unrelentingly, "Understand?" as the Italian leather whip landed across her breasts. Justine sucked air through pursed lips as new sensations began to take over. She thought to herself: O my God, am I turning into Auntie Pru? The remaining blows landed up and down her front; she groaned, moaned and sucked air as they landed. The last lash caught her directly across her nipples, and she gibbered and leaned forward, rocking up and down for several moments.

Puzzlement crossed Ferdinand's face as he put the whip down and walked over to his niece. Her reactions to her punishment puzzled him as much as the re-stiffening of his naked erection. Justine took several moments to recover before meeting her eyes. The twinkled oddly deep in the dark brown pools. She gazed at her uncle and whispered "Fuck me, please. Right here. Right now. I see you want it. I'm ready; pull it out and stick it in now. Please, please, please, uncle Ferd. I'll do anything you want, you win, you're my master. Fuck me now."

Ferdinand's cock was standing rock hard eight inches ahead and pulsing in anticipation. He strode forward to plunge into his niece's crevasse; she swooned as he penetrated and lifted her legs to wrap around his hips. They bucked ferociously as both their faces bore lasers into each other's in challenge. Her body tingled at his touch; the red streaks reawakened to raise her sensations and she drooped in her bonds to have more slack for his hard pounding. A couple of times her head hit the outside wall of the cabin and she didn't notice it, she was so completely wrapped up in her uncle's ravagement; his face was steel in its purpose.

Justine orgasmed hard once, and again two minutes later. Then Ferdinand gasped as his blasts shot for a seeming eternity into his niece's cunt, bringing a third orgasm from her. She held him tightly with her legs for several moments as his erection failed and slipped from her, putting them back down on the deck and leaning heavily against the wall to catch her breath. Ferdinand took a few deep breaths, then untied Justine, who fell into his arms and held him close as he carried her downstairs. He laid her on the bunk, and she fell into a deep sleep at once.

A change came over Justine. Ferdinand had a hard time getting used to her; she was deferential, attentive, and quiet around him, and she started to fix their meals without being asked. He kept a distance from her, not letting her fawn over him, and leaving her to her own devices as he worked on his painting. She would sit on the deck watching him work from the shade, offering him beverages from time to time, and if he gestured her to leave him, she complied immediately.

Three days later, he took the chance of leaving his cabin door unlocked and found her sleeping on the floor beside his bunk when he awakened the next morning. Stroking her cheek, she awakened fuzzily and smiled up at him. Taking his finger into her mouth, she began to leisurely and gently suck it, tracing her tongue delicately around his cuticle and the tip of his finger. Ferdinand savored the sensation for several moments, then brought her face up to his for a gentle closed mouth kiss. She slipped into bed with him, pulling back the covers and climbing on the top to impale herself on his morning wood. His hands swept up her sides in great circles to arrive at her breasts.

"Uncle Ferd, would you do something for me, please?"

Ferdinand furrowed his brow in wonder and replied: "Oh? What."

Justine smiled warmly at him and rubbed her hands on his chest. "Flick my nipples."

He took his right hand, and gave her left nipple a slight flick. Her head went back in pleasure and she said, "Again, please. Harder. Please flick them hard, Uncle Ferd, both of them."

He did that for her, gingerly at first, then with more and more force until they wobbled wildly with each contact. The pace of her hips increased in response, her juices soaked his testicles, and she started moaning. An idea crossed his mind, and he pinched the hard nubs with his vise like fingers. She started going faster, deliberately trying to increase the tension between his grasp and her bouncing breasts. The wetness on his cock kept increasing, and Ferdinand sensed that his own orgasm was approaching. He sat up against her, taking her right nipple between his unprotected teeth: she caressed his head an orgasm that lasted for a seeming eternity. For a second time his seed blasted upward into his niece's vagina, and she held his teeth to her breast until she subsided.

The day was spent completing his paintings and working with maps. Justine fixed breakfast and lunch, retiring to her room between times. After supper, the gleam of invitation lit her eyes again, but Ferdinand pointed to her door and she went to her bunk without protest. Ferdinand then brewed a huge pot of coffee and went on deck to start the winches that pulled up the anchors.

Justine awakened in full daylight to find her ankle chain gone and her suitcases sitting on the floor. She started to go up on deck and make a quick retreat when she saw they were about to enter port. After putting on a yellow sun dress, she went to the cabin to talk to her uncle behind the wheel, draping her arms around him. He responded without looking at her. 

"Good morning, my dear. I hope you slept well."

"Yes, Uncle Ferd. Where are we?"

"Belgium. A little out of the way port I know. Time to end our little cruise."

She rubbed her hands around his chest and kissed his ear. "A hotel with a huge king bed would be such a wonderful thing, wouldn't it?"

He turned to look at her. "Yes, it would, but you'll be by yourself tonight. Something happened while we were out in the Channel, and I think that you need some time to process it.

"I did manage to tame you a bit, but you're still the same person underneath. When you get back home, you're going to be almost exactly the same person you were when you came on board. No one changes from selfish, strong willed brat to unselfish submissive in four days. After a while, you'll find ways to use your leverage on me and our relationship will drift back to where it was. I'm not going to ride herd on you to keep a sweet hearted little masochist around; you still have a lot of your mother inside you and I have other things to do. Your taxi is waiting by the dock, and your ticket back to England is inside."

Justine sat down and after a moment or two wept. Ferdinand looked at her a moment. "At last, real tears." He put his finger on her chin to raise her head up. "Maybe this is where you start growing up. Anyway, I'll be in America a few days in the Spring; we'll stay in touch and maybe you can see me in New York. Get some more of these wild oats sown, and we'll talk."

The boat sailed sedately toward its dock, and Ferdinand threw it into an idle as he unloaded her cases. She stood looking at him in the morning light, tears streaming down her face, as he made preparations to cast off right away. The taxi driver opened the door for her and as she started to get in, Ferdinand whistled and beckoned for her to come back. He held a covered canvas. "Here's your portrait. Put it anywhere, show it to anyone. It's yours." She took it without a word, her eyes fixed on his. He held her gaze for a moment and said, "Look after yourself," before he turned to cast off.

She watched as the boat puttered back out into the bay. Uncovering the painting, she saw herself, lying naked and downcast on the deck of the boat. High above her stars peeked from a black velvet sky while underneath a warm multicolored sunrise. He took a deep sigh as he piloted the ship out to sea without a backward glance. 



The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 08



It was the day after Justine returned from Italy. She and her brother lay on the bed in the bright midafternoon; his cock was firmly embedded inside her as he lay on top of her full contact, barely moving. She sighed, "Oh Justin, what a way to make a girl feel at home. I swear you've grown an inch or two." She ground her hips, bringing a smile to his lips.

He whispers in her ear millimeters away. "You're welcome, Justine. I was going to say you've gotten tighter if I didn't know better." 

She smiled comfortably and whispered back, "I'm serious, you are bigger. You didn't fill me up this much before I left."

"Auntie Pru measured me last night: ten inches."

She nodded her head. "I knew it: a late growth spurt. Feels so good to be under you again."

"Nobody grinds her hips like you do, sis. It's been too long since your heels were on my butt like this." She dug them into him as they ground their crotches into each other.

She said, "How's Auntie Pru, anyway? I remember that you've been helping her with more than the yard work, you little perv."

"She's been a real help with the college classes I'm taking. Every time I've had a big paper, she's proofed it for me, and I've been doing her yard work."

She gave him a disbelieving look, and a light smack on the backside. "You little perv, with the start you had, I bet you've made her your personal painslut by now."

He giggled a little bit. "Well, you're the one who told me about her. You've given me everything: my first peek at a naked girl, my first handjob, my first blowjob, my first fuck. You taught me how to lick tits and pussy. Why shouldn't you give me Auntie Pru?

"Jealousy, maybe. I love what that woman let me do to her. Well, you're the reason I came home and why I'm on the Pill. Got big news for you, but not yet. Oh, that monster feels so good inside me; it's been too long, donkey dick." She luxuriated and held his entire body against hers tightly as she ground her hips against him.

Justin whispered in her ear, "Do you wanna hear what we did last night? I took pictures."

She gave him another playful smack. "Oh, you little horndog, yes, yes. Show and Tell time."

He looked a bit confused. "While we're fucking?"

She nodded. "Oh yes, the thought of Auntie Pru's big white tits and what can be done to them makes me so wet. Unless your brain is so completely in your donkey dick you can't function otherwise." 

"Okay. Let me grab the laptop and put it on the bed." The laptop was on his night table and he was able to move it so they could both see it easily lying cheek to cheek without pulling away from her. He opened the folder and hit a couple of buttons. "Look there, wait, I'll make it full screen."

She made a face as his cheek lay heavily against hers. "Ow, you didn't shave today. Your stubble is rough."

"Shut up, you know you love it when we lie cheek to cheek. Anyway, the first picture is her lily white tits. She's got her hands up over her head and sticking her chest out. Don't they look sweet?"

"Mmmm, a trip down mammary lane." He slapped her butt with a loud crack. "Ow! What was that for?"

"You deserved a smack on the ass for that line. Last night, we did things a little differently. She always loves getting this big white babies sore and red. . ."

"Yes, I just loved how she got so eager to pull out those tits for me to smack around. It became a habit."

He nodded. "Yes, sister, I can tell how much you loved it; my dick is now twice as wet in your cunt. Well, this time I teased her a bit. Look at this pic."

A pair breasts tied in a figure eight with nylon rope appeared. "Purple?" she said. "Where did you learn to tie tits like that?"

"Online. Step by step instructions, including how purple to let them get. Wanna try it?" He said with a leer.

"Let me think about it, OK? God, I love your cock up my cunt. What's next? Wow, I never knew her ass was so big. Your hand is a great perspective. How did it feel?"

"Soft as a baby's bottom, well when I started it did. This is how it looked a couple of minutes later."

"Nice pattern, Justin. Pump a little harder, won't you babe? The pattern's very symmetrical, what's next? Oooh, that's really getting red. The third is really angry. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. You did this with a belt?"

"Yeah, I always just use the belt on her, or my bare hand. The next thing I did was I fucked her doggy style, right then and there. It always takes her a while to get used to my massive meat in her cunt, see? It took five minutes to get up to the balls."

"I know how she feels. Oh, oh, oh, oh, harder, sweetness, harder. Yes, yes, yes. Oh my god, did you butt fuck her next?"

"Oh yes, she came long before I was ready, so I pulled out of her cunt and fed it slowly up her ass. She howled like a banshee but she bucked harder against me than ever. Her ass was so tight: I took her ass cherry and it was wonderful."

"That's more than I want to do. You know, she's a lesbian, or at least she was. I'm glad you've got a nice ass to fuck now. That must have stung like hell after you blistered her ass." 

"It did. She told me she never felt anything like that before and orgasmed again when I came up her butt. Oh sis, you're getting close, aren't you?"

"Yes, let's flip over so we can make the moment last." They managed to switch without disengaging. "Yes, it's so good to ride this donkey dick again." She began bucking as she rode him more and more urgently.

Justin looked at the breasts hanging in his face and said, "Sis, I think your tits have gotten bigger. Did you get an operation?"

"No, of course not, silly," she gasped between strokes.

"I think you're lying."

She gave him a wicked grin. "Well, check it out for yourself."

"I will." He started to massage her breasts, gently at first, then more energetically as she kept pumping him. "Still nice and firm, nothing feels foreign here. Have to check the nipples close up." He leaned forward to engulf her left breast.

"Mmmm, your tongue work is getting better. Ah, a little bite, mmmm. You can do that again. Yes, yes."

"Well, I've had a couple of tasty ones to practice on. Auntie Pru lets me really chop on her nipples before I beat them. And after."

"Is that what you did after you buttfucked her?"

"No, first she got a basin and washed off my dick. Nice, warm soapy water, she got every bit of shit off it and her touch was so gentle. Then she dried it in a warm fluffy towel. Here's the pictures." A flick of his finger brought up images of a hand, a washcloth, a basin of brown water and Justin's cock.

"Wow, she got your brown trouser snake cleaned up real good." Twitches of ecstasy crossed her face "That's such a lovely monster, it's nice to see what's inside me." 

"Wait, slut sister, there's more," and he reached out to touch a button for the next image. 

Justine and Justin ground their hips against each other a few moments before he reached over to the laptop. Another flick brought up another image. Justine was enrapt: "Oh, here's my favorite: tits with a hint of red. I guess you did turn her loose eventually."

He nodded. "I sure did; massaging the blood back into them is a treat, too. She says it's like a thousand pins and needles and they're always super sensitive right after they're released. That's something she'd never done before but always dreamed of when she downloaded those movies from the Net. Here's another stage of red, and here's real red."

"I made them that red, then I loved to feel her up. Her skin was so hot under my hands, oo, ooo, oooooooooo."

"Almost, Justine, almost there. A little orgasm, big one coming." Another loud crack of a hand against bare flesh filled the room. "Okay, I'll own up to that bad pun, you can even hit my butt again. Next, I did the undersides of her tits."

She smiled in ecstasy. "Auntie Pru is a real painsult about the underside of her tits. I loved making her hold her own nipples high so I could get at them."

"Maybe you'd like to be on the receiving end sometime?"

Justine looked thoughtful. He gave her right nipple a playful tweak, which brought a wince. "Maybe, donkey dick, maybe. Spank me."

A sharp crack rang out, and Justine smiled. "Again, again." Two more slaps assaulted Justine's firm round ass and left their marks. "That's wonderful, turn it red, baby bro, turn it red."

"Of course, I always do what my big sister tells me." They bucked as his hands made their harsh music on her tanned backside, turning the light mocha skin to sunburn red. Her head wobbled as she rode him hard and her tits jiggled merrily. She smiled down and said, "Now, give me a tit slap or two."

A frightened look filled his face. "While you're riding me like this? I feel very exposed."

She smiled, "If I don't like it, I won't take it out on you; this is my idea. Smack my tits."

He gave her breasts a couple of light, experimental slaps. "Goodness, you like this, I'm getting drenched again. A little more?"

She bit her lip. "Yes, keep doing that, harder, more." He started easily, but as she bucked him harder, and her face contorted in bliss he kept slapping her breasts and twisting her nipples until at last she broke into a mammoth scream, bucking wildly like a cowboy on a steer as her orgasm took her for several minutes. The intensity lasted until it burned out suddenly, letting her drop limply on his torso with a thud, knocking a breath out of him.

He was amazed. "That's the biggest orgasm you've ever had, sis. You're completely loose and landed on me pretty hard. Glad we're alone in the house; never thought having the parents forced to live abroad after an embezzlement scandal was such a good thing. We'd have never gotten away with this if they were down the hall; it was all we could do to get away with those handjobs while I licked your slit."

She turned her eyes to his, face to face and a broad, weary smile creased her face. Panting heavily she said, "My God, Justin, that was so powerful. Lordie, you've still got a steel bar down there. Guess I'll have to finish you off with a blowjob. Let me catch my breath. Tell me about what else you did to her while I suck your nuts out."

He held her ear as she started devouring him while looking at the laptop screen. "Look at the next pics, I held her tits up one at a time and went over the undersides of them. Then I got a special rig that I do with her nipple clamps and chain." She moved down to his crotch and started licking his balls, moving his cock out of the way and keeping her eyes glued to the laptop screen. "Mmmm, tea bagging, it's not just for breakfast anymore. I got her nipples hard, clipped them together tight and then titfucked her like a maniac. See how I set her up; oh, oh, those lovely red orbs held so close and the nipples are almost smack against each other the way I've wrapped the chain. She licked my cock every time it popped out, oh yes, yes, yes, yes, like you are, and howled the whole time. Then I gave her a huge pearl necklace, like, like, like, like, like, oh, oh, oh, oh, yes sis, my god your mouth is so good! Yes, yes, yes, drink it all down, it's good for you. Mmmmm. Aaaahhhh. Oh, nobody teases my cockhead after I come like you do, ooh, ooh, ooh. Aaaaahhhh."

She kept at her task until she was certain that he had nothing more to give her. "I'm glad you like that. You always taste so good, little brother, I could lick your peppermint stick all day long. Wow, that huge load of white cum on Auntie Pru's big red tits looks so yummy. What did you do next?"

"I rubbed it all over her tits; she says it's more soothing than her favorite lotion and almost as good as my aloe vera mix. Then I ate her pussy until her screams peeled the paint off the walls." 

She smiled and whacked him softly on the butt. "You're such a softy; I never did anything like that for her."

"Well, I always think I owe her to finish her up like that. Gratitude like that has worked; we've been having sessions like that ever since she first whipped off her blouse for me, and she's always glad to see me. I think she's grateful to have someone she trusts make her feel good." 

"Well, baby bro, I'm moving back home for good; no more boarding schools, no more study abroad. We don't have to worry about whether anything; we've got our pile. I want that donkey dick of yours every day I can get it."

"Great, you can have my donkey dick anytime."

"What are you going to do with the time you're not fucking me, besides run the club?"

"Well, I've still got my private waxing business for Mom's friends. I think I'm going to keep doing it: they all feel sorry for us and you never know when we might need a favor from one of them. Senator Biggs likes his wife hairless, as does Judge Marchant."

"Is that Judge Cecil Marchant who presided over Mom and Dad's case and sentenced them to fifteen years apiece in absentia?"

"Oh, yes. You never know what contacts you'll need when. Besides, I love watching those sorry old bitches squirm."

"You're wicked, baby bro."

They lay there a few moments, stroking each other's skin. Justin said, "What about Auntie Pru? She's been so sweet to us, like a mother."

"Well, Mom didn't let us turn her butt red and torture her tits twice a week, although that would have been fun."

"Why don't we invite her over for supper next Friday? I'll fix one of my gourmet meals and she'll be dessert. I have some wonderful ideas how we could double team her. Auntie Pru is family and it would be a nice change of pace to include her in our little sessions If it works out, we'll make it a family tradition."

She shook her head. "Being away from you so long, I want to keep you for myself for awhile. No sharing: no Auntie Pru and no gummers from Aunt Adele. At least for two or three months."

"How the hell did you find out about that?"

She grinned inanely. "I have my sources. I'll let you go back to them eventually; Auntie Pru can take care of you whenever you need to get some buttfucking out of your system."

"Oh, sis, don't knock it 'til you've tried it."

Justine looked sharply at Justin. "Taking that monster down my throat and up my cunt is all the bliss I can handle from that monster between your legs. Anyway, she's been such a good aunt and we'll make it up to her eventually."

They smiled at each other wickedly, spat in their palms and shook hands. "Agreed."



The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 09



It was four in the afternoon, and Justin was buried in paperwork at his desk. The bar was very quiet: a couple of regulars had just staggered into the daylight, and Sheila the bartender was slicing lemons and limes for happy hour. She waved at Chelsea D'Enfer as she walked through the bar toward the office. "Justin's at his desk," she said, "and he's been there since one. I'm glad you're here; he needs a break."

"Thanks, Sheila," Chelsea said, "How's tricks?"

Sheila smiled. "Not bad, not bad. My little boy made green belt at karate yesterday."

"Congratulations." Chelsea went down the small hallway that led to the office. Beyond it was the stairway down to the special rooms that Justin was renovating. She smiled as she remembered the glory hole session with Prudence, and knocked brightly at the office door. 

A grunted, "Come" greeting her and a large smile once Justin realized who it was. "It's great to see you, Chelsea, welcome." He stood up and walked over to embrace her and give her a big, open-mouthed kiss on the lips. Breaking, he said, "It's been too long, baby. Two weeks. I've missed you."

Chelsea smirked. "You haven't needed to miss me much. You and Justine have been wearing out the bedsprings from what I understand."

"Yeah, right," he said dully, as he broke the embrace and wandered back around the desk. "You look forward to someone coming back, who promises you the world, and the first couple of weeks are wonderful, but then you get into a routine and the deep canyon of boredom sets in."

She pouted. "That's not how Justine tells it."

"It wouldn't be," came the voice from under a forehead focused on the papers on the desk. She came over and sat on his lap, taking the pen out of his hand and forcing him to look up. "What's wrong?"

Justin looked up at her and sighed. "It's just been the two of us, alone, all the time. Before she went to Europe, we had friends, we had other sexual adventures, we had the folks to hide from. It was exciting just to cuddle and tickle each other's crotches in those days. The first three days she was back were lovely; I had to rest for a couple of days she wore me out so much. Since then, she's gotten so demanding, so bossy, and she's eaten up as much of my time as she can. It's was everything I could do to clear tonight so I could visit Auntie Pru for a home cooked meal and some good, dirty fun."

"Sure, baby, I understand. She was like that in Europe, too." Chelsea kissed his forehead gently. "She wanted all my time unless she was busy doing something else. Took more than she gave, too. Don't get me wrong, I love her dearly and I'd do anything for her, but. . ."

"Yeah, but. . ." He rested his head on her chest for a long moment. "Did you have fun those two nights I had to go to Houston on business?"

Chelsea smiled. "It was like Florence all over again. My body tingled from head to toe and the sparkle in her eye was magic. We made love in every room of your house, sweetheart, soaked for hours in the hot tub and gave each other such wonderful, all over massages. Danced the nights away in the hottest lesbian bar in town. I was all hers, then the moment you hit town it was like a switch was thrown, and she was gone."

Justin's cell phone buzzed to life and he answered it. "Hello. Oh, hi Justine. How's it going? No, just getting some paperwork done, then off to Auntie Pru's for supper. But I thought you were going to spend the whole evening soaking in the tub tonight; I got you those special candles and powders. No, I can't believe you managed to get tickets to that concert, that's fantastic. Sure, I'd love to go, but couldn't Chelsea go with you this time? No, of course, sis, I'd rather spend the time with you. No, I haven't heard of that club or that one either. No, I'm sure Auntie Pru would understand. All right, when do you want to meet me? Six o'clock here at the club. All right, I guess. All right, Justine. See you then. Bye." He rolled his eyes as he flipped the phone shut. "She's been doing this every time I've wanted to see Auntie Pru: something else happens that gives her an excuse to yank my choke chain and go with her. I'm getting tired of it, damn tired."

Chelsea looked puzzled: "Justine tells me that she's into some different stuff right now. Exploring her submissive side. Doesn't that work to your benefit anytime?"

"She runs the whole show, even when I tie her up. Whenever I do something to her, like spank her, or tie up her tits, or pour hot wax on her, she's the one who asks for it and she's the one who tells me where it goes. There's even stuff that she does that's self-torture: I've found her self tied or cuffed to the bed, or wearing nipple clamps, or with needles in different parts of her body. Pain is a new adventure for her, but she's still controlling what she gets, and I can't make any suggestions. Having a bossy big sister is bad enough, having a bossy big sister with my nuts in her pocket is too much."

Chelsea gave him a deep kiss on the lips. "Then get your nuts back and put her in her place. You've a big boy, you can do what you want. You don't have to let her run your life." She slipped her blouse down and played with the straps that pulled her massive jugs tightly. "It's just after four and you've got till six. Lock the door and let me persuade you to take charge of your life."

She got off his lap and let him go over to lock the door. Meeting him on the way back, she gave him a big open mouthed kiss and started unbuttoning his shirt. He slid up her top and pulled it over her head, cupping her mounds and gently kneading them with his hands. She unzipped her jeans and slid them down, stepping out of them and her underwear at the same time. Then his slacks were unzipped and pulled down; he broke their embrace to hang them up and his shirt neatly in his little closet. Kneeling before him, she pulled his boxers down, releasing his ten inch monster, which she began to give long, slow strokes with both hands, her eyes shining in admiration at him. "You're in charge, Justin. I'll give you anything you want. All for you, lover, all for you. Let me set you free." 

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Chelsea opened the door with her key and shouted in, "Hi, Prudy, it's me." The key went back in her purse and she crossed the small living room to the kitchen. Prudence Tailleferre was busy at the stove, boiling a pot of water and tending a simmering small pot of tomato sauce. The smell of garlic bread filled the kitchen, and Prudence had just chopped some red onions, garlic, and tarragon next to a brimming bowl of baby spinach. Extra Virgin Olive Oil and Balsamic Vinegar sat next to the bowl, ready to contribute. The small table was set with plates for three, and a serviceable bottle of red wine was open. Chelsea gave the older woman a full kiss on the lips, and hugged her warmly. "Everything looks and smells wonderful, but you've got enough here to feed an army."

Prudence was a full foot shorter than the younger woman, and her head was snuggled in Chelsea's cleavage as they embraced. "I thought Justin might be coming by, so I had to be ready. If he's not, then I can store this for later in the week." 

Chelsea kissed the top of the older woman's head. "Justine has monopolized him again tonight. She managed to get tickets for the concert, even though it's been sold out for six months, and says they need to check out other clubs in town afterward. You know her: she's as single-minded as a buzzsaw when she has her heart set on something."

A tear blinked into Prudence's eye. "It always happens like this. Young people are always more interested in their own priorities rather than family. It's not the first time I've been stood up."

"You're not stood up, Prudy, I'm here. We're going to have a wonderful evening without them, and I couldn't ask for better company than you. Don't you fret your pretty little head, darling. I'm here and I'm going to take care of you."

"You're so sweet, Shelly. Really. What would I do without you?" The older woman rested her head on the younger woman's chest. The younger woman held her and patted her back. Shortly, they broke the embrace and Prudence drained the pasta thoroughly before adding it to the sauce. 

"Where did you get the pasta?" Chelsea asked.

"Made it myself. A hobby of mine, and one of the few kitchen tricks I taught Justin how to do. He's gotten rather proud of his homemade pasta, and it's doing great business at his restaurant, but I'll stack mine up against his any day. Try a little." She proffered a triangle that Chelsea bit immediately.

"Oh my goodness, this is fantastic. You must teach me how to do make that."

Prudence smiled wanly. "Of course, my dear. You're so kind." A moment's tossing of the pan and a quick mix of the salad found dinner on the table. Both women relished it with the fruity red wine and had seconds of everything. After the meal, they quickly washed up, stowed the leftovers and retired to the living room with glasses of port. 

"This is wonderful, Prudy. One of the best meals I've ever had. How do you find time to do it?"

"Well, I hate what's on television and seldom go to movies, so I do little things around the house. I sew, I knit, I cook, and I make some clothes. My mother taught me all the domestic arts in hopes I'd make a good wife and mother someday, and they've been a great consolation as I stand on the edge of Senior Citizenhood."

Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Nonsense, you're a kind and caring woman, and that kind of people are always relevant. I lost my mother when I was two years old, and I would like to think that she would have been a lot like you."

Prudence smiled. "Well, that's nice of you to say, but I really would like to be more than your mother."

Chelsea leaned over and kissed Prudence full on the lips for several moments, parting with short kisses. "That can be arranged. Tell me more about yourself: I've heard Justin and Justine's story at length, but I never heard yours." 

"Not much to tell, really." Prudence took another sip of port. "At least, not much that was good. Growing up was a horror. My father was in International Law, and he spent twenty five years in Washington at the embassy. That's where my brother Armand, me and my sister Clarissa were born. My mother was a genteel woman, delicately schooled in the domestic arts, subservient, never caused a fuss. My father was had a terrible temper and treated his family like dirt. My brother was a god: he could do nothing wrong, and he got away with everything. My little sister was a shrew, and the most like my father in the family. I was most like my mother and I got most of the blame for whatever when wrong. When I was thirteen years old, my father started abusing me twice a week with my mother's permission, beating me as well as invading my body. I was devastated by that, and my sister always took out her anger on me as well, making me feel so inadequate that I accepted my fate quietly. It got worse when I was fifteen and started to find myself attracted to other girls in school; most of them ran from me, but Hilary was the first to love me for who I am. My parents found out, and punished me severely, my father screaming that he would make me fit to be wife and started screwing me three times a week. My sister took the opportunity to tease me subtly in public, and torture me sexually at night in our room alone. 

"I got out of there as soon as I could after I graduated from high school. I went as far as I could for college, out to Berkeley in California, where I first felt that I fit into a group. Being bilingual was a big advantage in library work, and I loved the stillness of the stacks, as well as the chance to help people learn something. My sister followed me there two years later: I loved my little sister dearly and my parents asked me to look after her. We roomed together, and she made my life a wreck during the week, while running away weekends for wild parties. Such secrets I had to keep from my parents: Clarissa loved both women and men, making them serve her needs like a mother hen. She married Franklin D'Enfer because he was a promising young man with lots of money, and he was her favorite man in bed at the time.

"She was the first to introduce me to masochism, trained me to see pain as pleasure, then she abandoned me. I tried to find a husband, but my heart was such a wreck that I could never accept kindness from a man, never see a future with one. My brother was killed in a police action in Central Africa in my mid-twenties; my parents' lives unraveled after that. My father started drinking heavily and died in an auto accident six months after Armand's death; my mother developed cancer and submitted to it a year later. The library was my only refuge and the skills my mother taught me when I was little and beloved were my solace.

"Clarissa got me this job at the library all those years ago when she was pregnant with Justine. She wanted me to be close by so she wouldn't need to hire a babysitter, and over the years she would dump the children on me without warning, for any length of time. They were joys when they were little, Justine and Justin: dear, sweet, loving. My body became fat like my mother's and Clarissa's stayed thin like my father's and my grandmother's on that side, so no one became interested in me sexually. I knew everything that Clarissa was doing, she made sure I knew every detail of her sordid life, but I fooled myself that I could protect the children from their parents by giving them a healthy home away from home. When Franklin and Clarissa had to leave the country, I felt I had my chance, but Justine turned out to be just like her mother and she found how to lead me back to my taste for warped pleasure. The sensations drove me out of control, and the attention she gave me was like finding a lost lover. Justin is such a good boy, and he took her place rather innocently trying to make me happy. I'm so ashamed, I feel that I've used him as the husband I never had; I let him do anything to me he wanted and served his every want. 

"So Chelsea, I'm not the sweet, innocent person you think I am. Don't go telling yourself that I'm worth a long term relationship. I know who I am and I've accepted who I am. You can stay as long as you like, but I know that someday, you'll want to move on."

Chelsea's eyes were overflowing, and her head came down to sob on Prudence's shoulder. Prudence cried as well, as they huddled on the couch. After a while, Chelsea pulled back. "You shouldn't think of yourself like that, Prudy. You were only doing what you had to. Justine and Justin are so dear you'd do anything for them, even commit incest with them because you want to make them happy. The things you do aren't that all right, but your heart sure is. We've both lost something deep in our lives: my father and I were alone in the world. He's one of the white sheep of the D'Enfer family, and after my mother died, he's never looked at another woman. He brought me up as best he could, made me feel like his princess, and encouraged me to be whatever I wanted to be. It was still a lonely childhood: I couldn't make friends easily, was shy and embarrassed around boys, and girls never accepted my interest either. Then dad died in that accident over here last year while I was in college, and I was alone in the world. I fell in love with art, and when I found out that Justine was coming to Europe, I was eager to discover more family. 

"At first, we were just innocents abroad, then we discovered a forbidden flame for each other. One morning I woke up and Justine's head was on my shoulder and she looked so lovely. I kissed her forehead to awaken her and she responded by kissing my lips. Hormones started running wild, and soon we were honeymooners together. I loved her so much, it hurt, we were bound closer than sisters, friends. We had adventures, got taken in a couple of times, particularly by Uncle Fred, the worst of the lot, and it came time for me to come back here. Justin is the first boy I've slept with: he's everything I ever wanted in a man. Just this evening, I sneaked down to the club behind Justine's back and we fucked so hard because I haven't seen him for two weeks and Justine's not really taking good care of him. I've kidded myself that cousins marrying isn't uncommon in history and someday I could land him and we three could live in an orgiastic playground that would last forever.

"Then I met you that first day in the club, the first day I came back to the country. You're so gentle, so wise, so tender, so delicate, so strong. Justin I was looking forward to, but you were such a surprise. The threesomes we've had together have been wonderful, and I adore Justin's magic wand, but I could love you for a lifetime. Does that scare you?" Prudence looked away. "I don't care that you're fat and dumpy, that your breasts are oversized and heavy, that your hips are wide. Your soul is as lovely and elegant as Justine's body, and loving you is twenty times more satisfying."

Prudence shed a fresh tear. "But we're not strong are we?"

Chelsea shook her head. "No, we're not. If Justin came through that door, I'd be on my knees in an instant. If Justine came through that door, I'd be on my knees in an instant as well. There was a time she and I went to Houston that was a touch of Europe and the magic was back, but only for a short time. Making love with him is so wonderful, I fuck him any way he wants to on his command. But he's not strong enough to break away from her, or he doesn't love me enough, or both."

"Same with me. They could use my body for anything, and I would let them because I've loved them from their first moment. They know how to make me feel good, give me that special pleasure through pain, and it's so intoxicating I can't stay away," Another tear leaked from Prudence's eye. "No matter how long it takes them to get around to calling me, I'll come running, ready for anything."

Chelsea kissed Prudence again delicately on the lips. "We do have a lot in common, don't you see it? Justine and Justin. They're addictions we can't get rid of. They make us feel good and they make us feel awful. There's one more thing that I know as well."

Prudence nodded and kissed Chelsea on the lips. "They don't deserve us, do they?" Chelsea shook her head. "I guess I always knew that. We have something very profound in common then, as equals. We have to be equals if this is going to be true love. I guess I can love you honestly, then, can't I?"

Chelsea gripped Prudence fiercely and kissed her hard on the lips. They writhed and ground their mouths into each other's, parting momentarily to pant and breathe before locking lips again. Their embrace became frantic, it was as though they were wrestling rather than hugging, tearing at each other's clothing and they sank to the floor, pushing aside the end table to create enough room for them to lie together on the carpeted space. Their hands pawed each other's breasts roughly, smashing and pinching them, squeezing them, before their hands went together to invade each other's valleys of desire. Their lips remained in their fierce lock as their hands probed each other's genitalia, eventually pulsing together with three fingers inserted in each other's vaginas, their nipples dancing damp circles around one another's in close contact. Chelsea climaxed first, breaking the lock to scream and yell as her orgasm parted her from her reason, her hand compulsively pounding Prudence's cunt. When Chelsea came down from her high, she dove headfirst to lock her lips on Prudence's clitoris and within ninety seconds Prudence was writhing out of control in her own orgasm.

They settled down, lying together on the floor, the aromas of passion drifting up from where they soaked the carpet. Prudence stroked Chelsea's jaw line and cheek; Chelsea traced the curves of Prudence's breast and nipple. Their eyes look deep into one another's and they moved their legs so their clitorises touched.




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Prudence broke the spell. "Justin's not coming by tonight."

"No"

"He hasn't since Justine got back a month ago."

"I know."

"Will we ever see them again?"

Pause. "Yes. I don't know what will happen then."

Another pause, and the older woman kissed the younger woman's lips. "In the meantime, we have each other."

Chelsea kissed Prudence deeply in return. "In the aftertime, we'll have each other, too."



The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 10



Prudence Tailleferre entered the D'Enfer home where her niece Justine and her nephew Justin lived with some trepidation. Justine's return from Europe had been almost two months ago; Prudence had been left out of their lives almost from the instant Justine returned. There was one magic night with the three of them together right after her return, with a promise of more such evenings, but they never materialized. Prudence had spent a lot of time around the twenty something kids, and this felt rather odd to be left out of the loop for an extended period of time. Chelsea had also been left you out for the most part: she reported a couple of shopping trips with Justine soon after their return, but she had been left out of their lives as well.

Justine answered the door, dressed down in sweats and white socks, compared to the grey business suit Prudence spent wearing the entire Monday at her chief librarian's desk. Justine greeted her aunt with a warm squeeze and a lingering, open mouthed kiss on the lips. "Come this way, Auntie Pru. Justin will have dinner ready in about five minutes. Would you care for a glass of sherry?"

"Yes, of course, Justine." Prudence followed her niece down the corridor, down to the den where Justine poured her aunt a glass of sherry. The younger woman bubbled with stories of her adventures overseas and her return to the States. Prudence replied with a few innocuous stories about the library, including gossip about a couple of librarians she suspected of carrying on an affair. She sipped the glass of sherry, and when she finished it, her niece poured another. "So, Justine, do you have any news of your parents?"

Justine's good humor drained away momentarily. "No, last I heard they were getting used to life in Morocco. My cousin Chelsea heard a wild rumor that they were going to have another baby, but knowing my mother, there's no way she'd agree to that. My guess is that my father has a harem set up and my mother is running it for him, keeping his pole greased and terrorizing the women he's not keeping busy that night. They may be fucking each other more than once a month, but I don't believe they're going to have a baby in the desert."

Justin appeared at the head of the stairs and announced: "Dinner is served."

As they came to the table, Justin was wearing a white shirt and black slacks, his hair combed neatly. The meal of spinach salad, prime rib with asparagus, and cr‚me brule‚ was accompanied by a dry red wine and light conversation. Justin talked about running his new nightclub, which was quickly becoming the most popular in town with a younger crowd, and Justine continued to babble about her travels in Europe, including how she started a riot on a Roman bus by giving a bus inspector a hand job. Prudence talked more about the state of her Aunt Adele, Justin studiously avoiding their eyes as she talked about the old woman, and the upcoming tax issue to support the Public Library she worked in. Justine appeared to pay attention to every word her aunt was saying, but a sharp gleam in her eyes distracted the older woman as she spoke.

At the end of the meal, Justin excused himself to go down the club to do some paperwork while it was empty. Justine and Prudence spent a few moments clearing up the table and putting the service in the dishwasher before returning to the downstairs den. The younger woman got them both drinks and settled on a sofa next to her aunt. "Well, Auntie Pru, I never thought he'd leave," she said before kissing her aunt hard on the lips, pawing her torso and pushing her knee into her aunt's crotch. They made out for several moments before, Justine started to peel off layer of Prudence's business suit; when she got down to the underwear, Justine peeled off her track suit to reveal nothing underneath. It was a contrast on the couch: a dumpy older woman in her mid forties with graying, light brown hair laying on her rumpled business suit being mauled by a lithe, naked young woman with chestnut hair, nicely proportioned hips and breasts in her early twenties. Justine ripped open Prudence's bra and kneaded her huge, pendulous breasts urgently. Justine's hand buried itself in Prudence's crotch, pushing and pulling and pinching as the older woman reveled in the attention; as the older woman approached climax, the younger suddenly backed off and pointed to a hook in the ceiling. "Let's try some of our old games together," she said. Prudence was lost in her frustrated orgasm, and peeled off what was left of her clothes to place her wrists in leather cuffs that were attached to the hook in the ceiling which depended from a large wooden beam. With a wicked grin, Justine fastened them tightly and hung them from the hook in the center of the room.

Prudence hung there with her arms directly overhead for several minutes before Justine returned with a roll of duct tape, a whip, and a small red box. "This is a fine Italian whip I picked up while I was there. Do you like it?"

"It looks lovely," Prudence replied. "Where did you get it?"

"Florence. It cost a pretty penny. Would you like to help me break it in?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No," Justine said with a small pout on her face, as she walked around behind her aunt. She snicked the whip and a light red mark appeared on the older woman's left hip. Red stripe after red stripe appeared on Prudence's hips as her niece worked around her huge ass, curling around her thigh toward her crotch. "I've been hearing about things that have been going on here while I was gone. You've been a naughty girl, Auntie Pru." 

The whip landed harder. Prudence's unwilling abstinence made the blow more painful, she let out a yelp as it landed across her stomach. The next blow reached up and touched her right nipple, drawing another yelp of pain. Justine swished the leather around, making its presence felt without touching its target. "You've been fooling around with Justin. My brother." The whip laid another angry line across the huge mammaries. "You've let him do things that I've only done to you. You've sucked his cock, swallowed his sperm. He's been fucking you, fucking you up the ass. You've done him at your office, you've done him at the club, you've done him at your house, and you've even done him here." The whip landed several times in quick succession across Prudence's tits; she screamed at the sudden assault, her body swinging on its bonds and dancing vainly to get away from the leather. 

Justine walked around in front of bound woman and grabbed her aunt's clitoris, savagely squeezing it and twisting it. "I also know you've been sleeping with my little cousin Chelsea. She's been at your house a lot since I got back, sneaking out while I was spending time with Justin. You're involved with the two people that are closest to me, and I'm not sure how much I like that." She dropped the whip and dug her sharp nails into her aunt's right breast. "You always tried to teach me to share when I was little; never though I'd have to share my lovers with you. Perhaps I should be grateful. Justin might have gotten hooked up with someone else, someone my age he thought was prettier, someone who might have given him VD or gotten pregnant. Why should I be jealous of you, a fat, lonely old woman desperate for attention? Why should I be jealous of an ugly old crone in a nursing home? Yes, I know that he's been visiting Great Aunt Adele, and she's more than proud of the gummers she's giving him."

Justine abruptly let go and went over to the duct tape and the small box she brought over. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Prudence hung silently, looking at her niece with big, sad eyes. "Just as well, I don't care what you have to say, anyway. He's mine and you're mine." She peeled off a piece of duct tape and taped her aunt's mouth shut. "I'm taking my brother back, you're only getting him when I don't want him. To prove the point, I'm going to give you several points. Oh, I know you hate needles; Mom writes about it in her diary. You can't stand to get them, you can't even bear to watch somebody else get stuck. Well, watch this, or I'll make you regret it." 

The box contained several two inch long needles with different colored plastic ends. Justine shoved the open box directly under her aunt's nose, before drawing one out and waving it wickedly in front of her. She gave her aunt's left breast an open handed slap that sent it wobbling momentarily before she grabbed it roughly and thrust the needle directly through the aureola. A muffled scream reverberated behind the tape, and continued as several more were stuck through it and the skin of the breast. Moving over, she slapped the right breast several times before planting four needles in the aureola and a few more around it. Tears ran copiously down Prudence's face as she moaned through her taped mouth. Justine grabbed her mouth and squeezed it hard. "Do you think I've made my point, yet? Well, watch this." Prudence's eyes clamped shut, and Justine commanded, "You watch this or I'll get the electric wand I have in my room and tickle the metal in your pincushions."

Prudence's sobbing subsided, and her eyes came open again. Justine was cupping her left breast in her left hand and holding the nipple up. "Doesn't this look tasty, you old dyke? Don't you just love the perfectly proportioned curve and bounce of this tit? See how this little nipple is perking up for you. You'd love to swathe this little baby with your wet affection, wouldn't you? Well, see what I can do now." With that, she drove the pin through her left nipple, and moaned. 

Prudence's eyes went wide with horror, and Justine put another couple in her left aureola. "You would rather anything happen to you rather than I get hurt, right? You can't bear seeing me in pain. Well, I've discovered something about myself in Europe." She placed several more in the skin of her breast above, running up toward her neck. "Doesn't that look cute, Auntie Pru? Oh, we have to match them, don't we?" Prudence was shuddering and tears still escaped the sides of her eyes. The younger woman cupped her right breast with a wicked smile, held another pin teasingly in front of her before jabbing it hard directly into Prudence's left breast, sticking straight out. Then, she pinned her own right breast several times, teasingly, admonishing her aunt to watch under threat. 

The door slammed upstairs, and Justine hurriedly removed the pins from her own breasts. A voice called out, "Where are you, Justine?" 

"We're down here, Justin. Auntie Pru and I are having a little tete a tete."

Justin came down the stairs into the den and saw his naked sister pirouette to face him, with beads of blood oozing from her mammaries. A look of horror came over his aunt's face as her nephew saw the scene, and looked away as his eyes traveled up and down her figure, criss-crossed with angry, red trails, and punctured by many small needles. He put down his briefcase and sat on the arm of the couch. "Well, this is a hot scene. Mind if I watch?"

Justine walked over to her brother. "I'll let you do more than that," she said as she walked over to him to embrace him and bury her open mouth in his. The long French kiss brought moans of outrage from the older woman. They broke the kiss and Justine reached to fondle Justin's crotch as she looked at the bound woman. "I'll bet you're horrified by this, aren't you?" The older woman nodded her head gravely. "Justin and I have been lovers for a long time: we bathed together until we were teenagers. I took his virginity a couple of weeks before I left for Europe, and we've fucked like rabbits every day since I've come back. We know each other's bodies very well, Auntie Pru. I'm the best cocksucker and the best fuck he's ever had, and his dick is my dream come true. I wish I'd given him the best handjob he ever had, but he says the ones Mom gave him are still best. Still a goal, still something to work on" Fresh tears rained down Prudence's face.

Justin turned to lick his sister's ear, and said, "I feel up to a nice game of darts. What do you say?"

"That sounds like a splendid idea, baby brother. Pity we don't have a dart board around?"

"I think that Auntie Pru would be happy to offer us her huge ass as a dartboard, wouldn't you?"

"I'm sure she would. Here's a box of projectiles that I think will work just fine. But little brother, you're overdressed here. Let me loosen your belt." Justine knelt before him to unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. As she pulled his pants off, she took his limp penis in her mouth, licking and savoring it broadly for Prudence to see as she unbuttoned his shirt for him to pull off. Prudence shuddered as she watched her niece's mouth hungrily devour her brother's meat, and her nephew's rapt expression as his sister serviced him. His shirt went back over his shoulders and his sister curtailed her oral attentions. Taking his hand, she picked up the box and led him around to the other side, out of Prudence's sight. 

The older woman jerked and jiggled as the needles hit the target, bleating through the duct tape over her mouth. The young people carried on gleefully, laughing and giggling as they flicked the projectiles to bury themselves in the huge mound of flesh. Beads of blood trickled from some of the punctures. A couple went down the leg and one hit directly where the hips met the lower back, drawing a squeal. Prudence's backside now looked like a pincushion 

Justine stood in front of her aunt once again. "What's the worst thing you don't want to see? Well, the worst thing we could do right here, right now? I think we've done enough to hurt you physically, and it's been really hot for us. Or have we? Let me get out another couple of toys." She reached into the drawer of an end table, pulling out a wicked looking set of clamps on a chain and a riding crop. "We've haven't gotten to these yet. You've played with these before Auntie Pru, haven't you?" Prudence nodded weakly. Justine traced circles on her right breast with the closed clamp, while her aunt looked on. "Your tits look busy enough, though. What if I attached these to myself?" Her nubs were fully erect, and she placed the clover clamp on the right one, then rubbed the left one with the other. "You know how these feel. You know what happens to them when they're pulled or yanked or jiggled." Prudence nodded. Justine teased her left bud a little, then set the other clamp on it. "I'm going to prove something else to you, Auntie Pru. I'm not only the best domme you've ever had; I'm a better painslut than you are. You've done this for him; I'm going to show you that I can take it, too. Justin, come around here."

Justin came around from behind his aunt's field of view, grinning manically. He took the whip from his sister and moved around behind her, caressing her body from behind with his huge dick rubbing her crotch from behind, Justine reached around to stroke his erection to line it up with her cunt. "Justin, whip me while you fuck me doggy style. Let's both watch Auntie Pru as I prove to her who's in control here, who can take dish out the most and who can take the most. Slip your precious pecker up my twat, baby bro." As she bent over, Justine took the center of the chain between her breasts and held them in her teeth. Justin gave her buttocks a light couple of taps as he aligned his member for penetration, then entered her with one thrust, causing her head to jerk up in bliss, pulling the clamps tighter. 

Prudence could not believe what she was seeing. She looked on in horrified fascination as Justin drove his cock deeply into Justine's cunt from behind, tapping her behind alternating sides. Justine closed her eyes in bliss and winced slightly at each blow, pulled her clamps a little tighter. "How can that do that?" Prudence thought, "how can they so casually fuck right in front of me? My God, he's hitting her butt harder and harder with each stroke, and her head is all over the place. Her nipples must be on fire right now. They've done this before, they've done this regularly. How awful. I thought I was bad. How lovely she looks like that. She's going to explode soon, I can see it. I'm over here just watching, can't do anything. Can't stand it, can't stand it. So near and yet so far. What kind of parents did they have to let them end up like this? O my God, how can this happen?" Right before climaxing, Justine spit the chain out of her mouth to buck wildly against Justin and writhe wildly before her orgasm sent her jaw quivering and her body shaking. It seemed to go on forever before she half-shifted, half-fell to the adjoining sofa, her brother falling out of her with his dick standing out its full ten inches, glistening with her glaze. 

Justin came over wordlessly with a clean white towel and started removing the pins from Prudence's breasts, putting them on a ornamental plate on the table in front of him. He blotted any bleeding, then moved around to start removing the ones in from her backside. Gentle touches pacified her somewhat, until with an effort he picked up her lower torso and put her feet on an ottoman nearby, so she was bent over with her wrists still cuffed above her, with her pelvis roughly at the same level as Justin's. Justine looked up at her, then at her brother and nodded her head. He put his hand up his aunt's canyon; despite everything she had been through her crotch was soaked and her vagina slick. 

"What shall I do with her?" Justin asked.

Justine snuggled herself on the sofa with her eyes closed. "I'm done for now. If you want to do something about your hard-on, you'd better fuck her. Right now." With a sudden thrust, he penetrated his aunt's cunt fully and began pumping her with slow strokes, accelerating gradually. Justine looked bored for moment, then stood in front of Prudence staring at her. Justin reached around to squeeze Prudence's huge jugs as he enthusiastically pistoned her, and she moaned through the tape still stuck to her mouth. With a sudden movement, Justine ripped the tape off in one motion. Prudence let loose a scream.

"Having fun yet, Auntie Pru?"

Prudence shook her head. "You two are out of hand. I'm appalled that you two are sleeping together."

"What about both of us sleeping with you? How is that better? You seem to be enjoying Justin's donkey dick filling your cunt right now. You're bucking back against his thrusts pretty well. How is it wrong for us and right for you?"

Prudence winced and sighed. "It isn't right. At least I know it's not right that I fucked you both. I couldn't help myself: I'm so lonely, and you're so young and vibrant. Ah,ah,ah. You don't know what these years are like, or maybe you will, sweetheart. No one will want to stay with an arrogant bitch like you. You'll end up a lonesome old woman, just like me."

"Arrogant bitch. I'm never going to be a loser like you," Justine screamed, and reached out to twist Prudence's pained nipples. "I can dish it out better than you and I can take it better than you. You're nothing, Auntie Pru, and ugly, old bag with nothing. You're not the best at anything. I bet that I can beat you at a torture contest any time, any place."

Prudence started losing control as Justin was approaching his liquid outburst. Justine slapped Prudence's tits with her open hands, one after the other as her aunt's legs started getting weak and the orgasm made her a shuddering mountain that threatened to come unglued. Justin yelled as he pumped his sperm deep into his aunt's uterus once again for a full four minutes before he subsided and pulled away. When he regained control, he reached up and unstrapped his aunt's wrists, directing her to sit on the couch nearest to her.

Justin came around to where his sister stood face to face with their aunt. The two young people towered over their aunt, who was still shaking and oozing from dozens of little punctures. He tapped his sister on the shoulder: "Hey, Justine. Do me a favor and lick this off, would you? It's real sensitive right now and your tongue on it would send me into orbit. 




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"I'm not licking by aunt's cunt juice off your dick, stupid. I'm going to my room to recover from this. Get her to do it."

Prudence knelt at her nephew's knee and looked at her niece strangely as she walked away. "You're bigger painslut than me, a better submissive? I don't believe it. How much are you willing to bet on this?"

Justine stopped right in front of the door and turned around. Her aunt was massaging Justin's cock, playing around the edge with her thumb and sending him into quivers of ecstasy. "Ten thousand dollars, Auntie Pru."

Prudence kept stroking her nephew and thought for a moment. "You're covered, baby. One week from today at the club. You and me to see who can take the most. You won't last fifteen minutes. You may like pain, but you're a poser, Justine."

Justine turned around and flounced back. "Oh yeah." 

"Yeah. A true sub would never refuse her master's dick, to suck, lick, or fuck it, even if it had just been up her ass, up anybody else's ass. She takes it whenever he wants it, no matter when,no matter what the cost. You know how to dish it out, just like your mother, God, you know how to dish it out. But you'll never really know how to take it, or submit to any man, and that will be your undoing. They'll stop lining up for your magic body, Justine, just like men stopped lining up for your Aunt Adele's years ago, even with all the money she has. You're going to die alone, sweetheart." 

Justine shut her mouth and flounced out of the room. Prudence shrugged and licked his sensitive glans, sending ripples of pleasure through him. Gently she worked, up and down, all around, nibbling his scrotum and nipping at his nuts. Justin caressed her head and moaned as he sat down, and she followed him to continue her attentions. "Thanks, Auntie Pru. You're so good to me," Justin murmured. 

Blood from Prudence's breasts leaked out onto Justin's thighs as she worked, bringing him back to full erection, and smeared around as she deep throated his entire cock for a full minute before bringing him back to another electric explosion of joy. Silently, he helped her dress and escorted her to the door when they were done.



The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 11



Justin D'Enfer surveyed the playroom of his club. He was handsome young man of twenty, in excellent shape and showing it off in a clean white T-shirt, jeans and flip-flops. It was a large, thirty by fifty foot room with several gruesome, mediaeval torture implements hanging from the walls, several light fixtures, and a collection of whips and chains. Two St. Andrew's crosses were set up toward one side of the room with a walkway between them and the wall, side by side, awaiting their intended with supple leather cuffs; a pair of sawhorses were set up close to the opposite side of the room the same distance from the wall. Two pulleys were installed in the center of the ceiling and the platform was beneath them. A black covered table hid several unknown things in a corner out of sight of the crosses. Justin surveyed it and saw that it was good.

The clip, clip of platform shoes heralded Chelsea D'Enfer's arrival. She wore skintight leather pants and a black halter that strained to contain her ample breasts; she was curvaceous tending slightly toward chubby and her hair was long and dark.. Leaning over his shoulder, she licked her cousin's left ear in greeting: "Hi, cuz. Are you ready for the big contest tonight?" 

"Sure. We could be here a while."

Chelsea came around in front of Justin and pouted. "I don't see why I have to be here at all tonight. All this stuff puts my nerves on edge, and I shudder with every stroke, every cry of pain."

Justin moved her halter aside and gently palmed his breasts; she moaned as he caressed her globes and delicately traced the outline of her areolas and nipples. She pulled him close for a long passionate kiss, pinning his hands on her breasts against his own chest as she rubbed her right hand on his cock through his jeans. Pulling away he said, " Justine would have it no other way. She wants two witnesses to this contest, and she's not willing to let anyone see her go through this who hasn't already seen her naked before. My sister can be a prude about the strangest things."

"I now it. Has she ever told you about her experience with Uncle Fred in Switzerland?"

"No. If you hadn't sent me those pictures, I would've never known she was there."

"I think she got taken worse than I did by Uncle Fred, but she's never said a word about it since the day she came back."

Justin looked at the ceiling pensively. "I'd like to know where she got the oil painting of her nude on a boat at sunrise. She's not normally patient enough to stay still that long."

"Long experience talking?" Chelsea teased.

"Oh, yes. I'm astounded that she brought about this contest: she's going to have to stand still a very long time and take a lot." 

She looked at Justin coyly and licked her lips. "Well, I imagine that you have a lot more to do before the competitors arrive."

Justin smiled winningly. "On the contrary, everything is set to go, including the video system. Aunt Adele is going to run that from the security room." 

She frowned. "You got an eighty-five year old woman out of a nursing home to make a dirty movie for you?"

"Her mind is sharp as a tack, and she picked up the audio and digital techniques rather quickly. Making movies was a hobby of hers; she used to star in several private films. I'll show a couple to you tomorrow morning. She was absolutely drooling at the chance to see this in real time and run the booth."

"How many cameras?"

"Eight. We've got a hand held available as well, and a digital still camera."

"All right, all right. You're a warped Cecil B. DeMille, you know that?"

"We could make a short feature while we wait. I need to take the edge off for this so I can keep my focus."

"What did you have in mind?"

Justin pulled off Chelsea's top and unbuttoned her trousers. "We'll put the mat on the platform in the middle of the room and lock the doors. It will be another hour before we have to worry about last minute details, and we can do a lot before that."

Her trousers went to the floor, and she stepped out of them. After peeling off his white tee shirt, she knelt before him to unzip his jeans. "I can see the anticipation has you worked up already." A sharp yank pulled his pants to the floor and she began massaging his ten inch shaft and cupping his massive balls while licking her lips.

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8:00PM saw Justine D'Enfer and her aunt, Prudence Tailleferre, arrive at her brother's club. It had undergone a makeover since Justin bought it, turning it into an elegant establishment and most nights saw it full with a discriminating clientele. They stepped from a limo dressed for a red carpet promenade rather than a meeting at a dark building. Justin was at the door to let them in, and escorted them through the bar, dining room and dance floor to the hidden stairway to the playroom he was in the process of modifying. 

They paused at the door so each woman could make an entrance. Prudence went first: her gold, strapless, floor length gown and violet wrap displayed her huge cleavage to great effect. A simple gold necklace accented the view with taste and discretion, and her matching purse and shoes made her shine in a soft glow. In her forty six years, she had never looked so elegant. She came to the center of the room and posed momentarily for the cameras, turning in a circle, then standing on the low platform in the center of the room while the cameras followed her. Justine flounced into the room next: her chestnut hair sailing elegantly over a bright red, spaghetti strap gown with a ruby necklace, matching purse and open toed shoes. Like a queen she ascended the platform, to smile and turn around. They stood side by side: an dumpy older woman at her most glamorous and a slender young woman at her peak.

Justin looked a bit incongruous in his clean white T shirt and jeans as he approached them. Chelsea in her black halter and leather pants looked like a roadie as she walked around with a hand held video camera. A voice crackled into the earpieces that Justin and Chelsea wore: "This is a lot of boring fuss and bother. Why go to a beauty salon when you're going to end up a sweaty, worn out mess at the end? This isn't the Oscars. When are they going to get down to business?"

Like the emcee of a beauty pageant, Justin approached them and said: "Sister Justine, Auntie Pru, you've come here tonight to settle a bet. Do you still want to go through with this?" They both said yes with strong voices. "Do you have the money?" They both reached into their purses and produced $10,000 in four large bundles of $100 dollar bills. He took the bills and walked over to the side of the room, where he put them in a golden bowl on a stand framed by a profusion of fresh roses. Coming back to the center, he stood before them again: "The will be a personal reward for the winner of this bet and a penalty for the loser. According to the agreement, I get to choose both without consulting you. They are sealed in an envelope in Chelsea's keeping. Would you show them the envelope, Chelsea?" She held up an envelope sealed in wax.

Adele hissed into her microphone. "I don't know why you think this little show is necessary. They made a bet to see who'd do better in the Tit Torture Olympics, so let's get going. I don't know what Justine is thinking; Prudy has been a painslut for decades and Justine's got a long ways to go to catch up with her. Your sister's always been such a proud, competitive little bitch, just like her mother. Just don't forget our little bet, sweetie."

Chelsea put down her video camera and picked up a digital camera to take several still shots of the two elegantly dressed women from several angles. Justin continued: "If the contest is a draw you split the pot, and if you both quit then I get to keep the pot. Do you understand this?" Both said yes.

When that was over, Justine and Prudence went out of the room and Chelsea whispered to Justin: "What was your bet with your Aunt Adele?"

"We bet on who would win the competition tonight. A thousand in cash and a penalty." 

"And that is?"

"If I win, I get to tie up her old tits and use the whips, wax and clamps on them before she blows me."

"If you lose?"

"She gets to leave her dentures IN the next time she blows me."

Chelsea looked worried and shook her head. "You're going to get your dick chewed off, man." 

Justin smiled. "She let me take Auntie Pru."

Both women left the room momentarily while Justin uncovered part of the table, revealing the tools he was to use first. The women returned completely nude except for earrings, and stood side by side on the platform in the middle of the room. Justin returned to face them while Chelsea walked around them with the video camera.

He smiled at them and said, "There will be points for this competition. Every orgasm will get you one point, but you must be NO self stimulation. Every time your opponent uses the safe word, you get a point for taking what she can't, and after a rest we go to the next event. What is your safe word, Auntie Pru?"

"Texas"

"What is your safe word, Justine?"

"Airplane."

"There is a safe word that will end the competition as a whole; it will be the knockout blow. It is the same for both of you. That word is Armageddon. Understood?"

Both women said yes.

"I reserve the right to call a halt to any scene and award a tie if I think that your health is in danger without argument. Also, if for some odd reason you get pissed at me and decide to both walk away in the middle of the event after we get started, I get to keep the money. This is about you two and it's going to stay that way. I'm the judge and you will abide by my rulings. We agreed on this before; do we still agree?"

Both women said yes to this as well.

"All right, move over to the crosses and let's get started."

Justine said, "Wait a minute, little perv. We're going to be naked here for a long time. I think it only fair that you and Chelsea should be naked, too." Chelsea put the camera down in shock, but Justin smiled and pulled his shirt over his head,revealing a tight six pack. 

"All right by me if it's all right by Auntie Pru. What do you think?" he said, turning to face her.

Prudence licked her lips and said, "Of course, dear child. It will only heighten the experience."

Justin pulled off his jeans and shorts quickly, but Chelsea took a little longer to take her clothes off. They piled their clothes in an empty corner, and returned to their places. "Are you ready now? Then come over to the crosses and let's get you strapped in." 

Justine and Prudence walked over and put their hands in the straps of the crosses. It took a few moments to bind their wrists; due to the nature of the event, their legs weren't strapped in. Justin looked up and said, "Aunt Adele, do you have the stopwatch ready?"

"Yes, sonny, I've been waiting forever. Get at those tits," rasped in his ear. 

Justin winked at Chelsea; the contestants continued their stare down as Justin fiddled with a lighter. He approached them wearing rough gloves with two large, fat, red scented candles and waited as the wax began to pool. Going behind Justine, he reached around from behind and dripped two drops on each breast from a few inches above. A sharp intake of air greeted him. Prudence sighed with the wax first touched her from the height. Going back and forth, Justin dripped the wax from closer and closer distances, careful to hit new skin every time. After all four breasts were covered in wax, he put the candles down and roughly brushed the wax off with his gloves. Justine and Prudence both yowled at the abrasive treatment of their sensitized skin. The he brought the candles over for another round, pouring huge dollops on each breast from close range, covering them again and rubbing them off. At the third course landed on her left breast, Justine suddenly cried out, "Airplane, airplane, you bastard." 

Justin smiled wryly and said, "You're older than me, sis. You're probably the bastard in the family. Now let's see how Auntie Pru handles another round." He poured another two dollops of wax on her breasts; she winced but between a look of bliss filled her face as he poured the rest of the wax on her tits from point blank range. Prudence gasped and relished the sensation. Putting the candles back, he roughly scrubbed the wax off with his gloves again. Justine whimpered and screamed; Prudence smiled warmly and sighed with every touch.

Justin returned with clothespins linked by long strings. "The Zipper trial is next. I will peg the skin of your breasts alternating between you. Two zippers, one from each, will be pulled off at the same time. Pru is first." Methodically, he went back and forth between the two facing women, pinching up the skin and applying the joined pins, which were wooden and smooth. There were two sets that were connected so that they would come off both contestants at the same time with the same pull. Both women took the placement of the pegs, which spiraled around from the nipple to the swelling of the breast from the body, gamely; Prudence seemed to wince a little more as each pin bit her flesh. "Any concessions yet?" Two women shook their heads. "Then off with the first set." Justin pulled sharply like a maniac, snapping the clothespins off Prudence's left breast and Justine's right breast sounded like an angry ratchet lasting almost a minute. Prudence pulled up one knee and said, "Texas." Justin looked in surprise, then cut the cord binding the other two zippers so they could be pulled independently. "All right Justine, are you ready?" She bobbed her head and gritted her teeth.

Another sharp yank and the raucous music did its work to Justine's left breast. She howled in pain and stamped her feet but did not give in. Justin awarded that round to Justine and motioned Chelsea to remove the pegs from Prudence's right breast more gently. Chelsea stroked Prudence's face as she did her work, and whispered in her ear. "You can still do it. Don't worry." Prudence smiled at Chelsea and batted her eyes.

Justin re-entered the room and beckoned the contestants to rise. Without a word, he guided them to the crosses and put their wrists and ankles back into cuffs. Reaching under the table cover, he produced a familiar item: his mother's custom tit flogger. Without preamble, he began hitting their breasts equally with sharp slaps, quickly reddening them more. Then he hauled each breast up roughly by a vise tight grip and gave each underside two stinging blows before moving on. He grinned manically as we went about his work, and laughed to hear both women howl in pain. Three rounds of this and Prudence said her safe word. Justin looked puzzled, then gave his sister another set of five strokes on the underside of each breast.

"You bastard, that's too much," she brayed.

Justin glared at her. "Are you quitting the match?"

She backed down. "No, but stay within the rules we agreed on."

Adele crackled in his ear, "She's a whiny little pussy, but she's right. You're going to dish out some more pain, so save the irritation." Justin looked at Chelsea, who meekly nodded in agreement. 

"If you'll step over to the sawhorses, ladies. Please sit on them; your hands will be tied above your head and your ankles will be tied under you. This will be a two stage suction challenge: first, your nipples will be sucked as far as they can go into vacuum cylinders, then your entire breasts will be placed in sucking churns where you'll go as long as you can stand it. Are you getting a good angle, Chelsea?"

Chelsea nodded. Her eyes were already big at seeing her two lovers abused breasts reddened; the color was returning to them, but she was sure after the next round they would have to take a rest. Her thighs were incredibly damp, and she could see that Justin's ten inch rod was at half staff. He gestured for her to help him; she held the tubes free from one another as he situated the four automatic suckers on the nipples. Finishing, he gestured for her to turn the machine on. "How does that feel?" She whispered to him.

Adele's voice crackled over the earpiece. "It's heaven baby, just heaven. Been using them for years. About ten minutes ecstacy, then it gets excruciating; too much of a good thing. You can bring that machine up here when those tarts are done with it." 

Justin nodded his head and whispered to Chelsea. "Some women like it and some don't. It's similar to automatic milking machines for lactating mothers, but the sensations are different if there's nothing coming out. I can let you try a set after they're done."

"Looks like you could use one a little lower, beefcake," Adele said. "I'm going nuts up here watching my favorite thing so near and so far away. Chelsea honey, you'd better do something for him soon before he gets blue balls."

Chelsea blushed and whispered in his ear, "I will be ready for something soon as well; I'm leaving a wet trail on the floor. They'll need a break soon."

Justin whispered back, "I have it all planned. Just wait a little longer." He reached out to the controls: it was a variable speed machine and the two contestants sighed as the machine pulled harder. They struggled against their bonds; two minutes into the treatment Prudence cried out, writhed round and shook. "There's an orgasm." Aunt Adele shouted, "I knew you had it in you, Prudy." Another minute later Justine was twitching and moaning, heaving her torso up and down as she reached her first orgasm. Finally, it was clear that the nubs had been stretched as far as possible; shutting it down, he found that Justine's and Prudence's nipples had been stretched obscenely for the same length. 

He took the larger vessels and placed them over the entire breasts of both women. Adele was amazed: "Prudence's are the largest ones I've ever seen. Did you have to custom order those?" 

He looked at the camera and nodded. "This is going to be fun," she giggled.

The machine was turned on again, and the entire breasts of the two women were pulled forward. They pressed against the clear plastic churns and the women started rolling their heads around while guttural moans escaped their mouth. Justin said to Chelsea: "Put the camera tripod, then bend over and put your hands on the sawhorses in front of them." She was bewildered by his request: slowly and tentatively she set up the tripod and then returned to put her quivering hands on the ends of the facing sawhorses. Prudence and Justine were staring at her amazed as her hands touched the wood before them as their breasts being drawn relentlessly out. He reached around and started pawing her, pulling her nipples and massaging her huge breasts. She gasped at the sensations spreading through her body from her nipples. He gently maneuvered her legs a little father apart, then penetrated her dripping cunt easily with one full thrust of his ten inch cock. The machines whirred, and Justin increased his speed to match theirs; the sweat flying from his body onto hers and hers falling freely on the floor. Justine and Prudence rocked back and forth as they watched, licking their lips while their tit suckers pulled, their eyes glazed maniacally.

"Hey, stupid," Adele yelled, "You're not wearing protection! Do you know where this woman has been?" He nodded his head, rapt in the feel of his cock in Chelsea's tight vagina and still working her breasts eargerly. "Is she ovulating? Are you ready to start making inbred rug rats yet?" But he paid his great aunt no attention as he bucked and pumped, his great cock almost coming completely out of her as he frantically sought his release, on his way to a monster orgasm that was met full force by his partner's, his semen blasting their merry way down his cousin's orifice and their sweat making the floor beneath them slick as it combined with the drippings. Chelsea's expression was lost in the sensations and she screamed at the top of her lungs as her climax hit her. They spasmed together for an eternity before they cooled off, the vacuum churns relentlessly pulling at their targets.




The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 11



Justin pulled out of Chelsea when they had subsided, giving her tits a soft pat. It took him a moment to recover, then he looked at his sister Justine and his aunt Prudence who sat naked on the sawhorses, their breasts sucked up into huge cylinders that were still pumping away. They were beet red, and he said, "This round is a draw. I'll turn off the machine and you can rest a bit before the next event. There's cots on the opposite sides of the room you can lie down on, and we'll resume in a half hour. I have to check how the camera work is going with Aunt Adele; Chelsea, why don't you see if they want some water."

He went to the booth where his great aunt was sitting. She turned to meet him, pulling out her false teeth, "Well, baby, let me have a taste of that love juice you were making a minute ago." Taking his semi-flaccid dick gently in her hands, she licked and gummed it up and down,savoring the flavors. "My, that's nice. Too bad you won't be ready to fire again for a while." 

"You know that I'll be ready by tomorrow night. Our bet is still in doubt."

"You're right, I'm surprised that Justine could take this much. But I think that she'll crack during the next round: she a proud bitch and puncturing her tits will surely get to her. Make sure you get her good before she gives up."

"Aunt Adele, is that any way to treat family?"

"I hope so. The camera angles have been fine, and we can probably get a series of DVD's to sell. Did they sign the releases?"

A finger pointed to the file cabinet in the corner. "It's all there, including a release from Chelsea. We should have a good time editing this show."

Adele smiled and put her teeth back in. 

Chelsea went over to talk with Justine first. A soft hand caressed Justine's right shoulder, and Chelsea leaned over to whisper: "How are you doing, cousin?" 

"All right so far, Chelsea. I bet they didn't think I'd last this long. At the end, I think I finally made sub-space. Piece of cake from now on."

Chelsea shook her head. "I wouldn't plan the victory party yet. Your Auntie Pru has a lot left in her and she's gone farther than you have."

Justine smiled. "Not any longer. I'll pass her, I know it. I can dish it out and now I can take it." Her eyebrow wrinkled. "Do you know what's in the envelope?"

"Yes, I know, but I'll only tell you part of it. If you win, I lick you all over as long as you want,wherever you want."

"And the Penalty?"

"Justin didn't show me that."

Justine's eyebrows furrowed and her lips pouted. "Sounds like him. Tell you a secret: after this night, I'll give Justin one more day of heaven, then I'm getting out of town. I have a man to conquer."

"What about me?"

"You'll get a slobbery farewell present too, my dear cousin, lover and buddy."

Justine closed her eyes momentarily; her breasts were returning to their normal color. Chelsea went over to the other side of the room and spoke to Prudence. "How's it going, Prudy?"

"Something is different; I've never felt this way before. Maybe it's something I ate. Can't take as much as I usually can." She sighed and touched her breasts. "Don't know what's wrong with the girls. Justine's got a chance."

Chelsea stroked Prudence's cheek and kissed her forehead. "I don't know why you put up with this."

Prudence looked at her sadly. "It's good to be wanted, and I love the pain. I love Justin to death and would do anything for him, but he's changing as he grows up, getting more driven and self centered. He's not the sweet little boy who liked to make his aunt happy anymore. Justine's pulling away, too."

Chelsea kissed her deeply. "I think that I'll stick around a while. You are more dear to me than anyone I know." Prudence smiled weakly.

"All right, all right. Time for the next event. Justine's ahead by one." He went to the table and produced several needles of different sizes. One by one they went bloodlessly into each breast, drawing winces as ten points of fire entered their skin. Prudence closed her eyes to the procedure, trembling. Then Justin produced a long, thicker needle three feet long with a handle on the end and a cork around the other. Pulling the cork off, he deliberately bore the point through Justine's distended left nipple as her screams assaulted the ears of all in the room. Pushing it through as she whimpered, he then penetrated her right nipple to a new set of resounding cries of agony before it emerged on the other side and he drove the point back into the cork. Chelsea stood stunned, disbelieving what she saw: she knew that needles were the next event, but she never dreamed the Justin would do something like that. He presented the long needle's twin to his Aunt Prudence, who calmly said her safe word before he punctured her nipples. Taking the pins out of Prudence's breasts, Justin paused to take the still digital camera from Chelsea's unresisting hand to snap several shots of Justine's punctured jugs before removing the metal from her. Justine sat their, tears streaming from her eyes as the blood crept down her tender curves toward her waist.

"Justine is ahead right now. We have one more event to do, the grand finale. Do you wish to continue?"

Justine looked defiantly at her brother. "I can take anything you have to dish out."

"Onward," mumbled Prudence.

"All right, I'll turn you loose and bring you to the center of the room again. You can sit down for the first part." Justin brought out a pair of nylon ropes, which he used to bind the women's breasts tightly with a figure eight tie. "For all I know, you'll go past the point of no return before you use the safe word, so we'll have to up the ante to get a quicker result. Stand up and let me bind your wrists above your head." With Chelsea's help they both did so; Justin reached up to attach them to hooks that dangled from the ceiling. The women faced each other with two pulleys on the main brace of the room above them. Justin produced a bottle of baby oil, which he proceeded to slather on the four tied boobs; the women savored the slick, comforting feel of the liquid. Two cords ran through the pulleys, and taking one end, he put a pair of cuffs on the knees of each woman. He tweaked the nipples to erection again and placed a set of clamps on each, chaining them to the other end of the ropes. Stepping back, he surveyed his work.

"The clamps on your nipples are tied to your adversaries' knees. As you struggle, the clamps become tighter. I'll let you take a moment to get used to the situation and to see what happens when you shift your weight forward and back." 

Justine moved her knees first, drawing a cry from her aunt. Then Prudence leaned her backside and knees away, making Justine give several whoops that went up the musical scale. They went back and forth gradually, sweat glistening off their faces, their shiny breasts passing through the initial shades of blue. Chelsea walked around and around the pair in fascination as they traded grimace for grimace, wince for wince, whelp for whelp. Adele spoke to Justin: "This is going too slow. You're going to have to speed up the action."

Justin twitched a cat-o'nine-tails in his hand and laid a stroke on Prudence's left butt cheek that caused her to jerk and Justine to cry out. The next blow landed smack on Justine's hip, causing a spasm and turn that pulled Prudence's clamps to draw a screetch. Justin landed several more blows on their backsides and shoulders, both writhed and screamed themselves hoarse as their breasts progressed toward deep purple. He was just about to call off the assault and declare the round a draw when his sister croaked out with the last of her voice: 

"ARMAGEDDON, DAMN IT! ARMAGEDDON, ARMAGEDDON."

Cheslea and Justin moved very quickly to unbind the women and massage the circulation back to their breasts. Prudence was spinning on the verge of consciousness as Justin rubbed her breasts back to life and he whispered in her ear: "You've still got it in you, old girl. You won. I love you Auntie Pru."

"Thanks, Justin"

Justine was whimpering as Chelsea returned her tits to their natural color. "What's the penalty? What's the penalty?" she rasped.

"We'll find out soon."

After the work was done, Chelsea got the envelope from its place and opened it. "If Prudence wins the contest, then her reward will be for cousin Chelsea to spend the night with her and submit to whatever Prudence wants.

"Justine will have to do anything her brother wants right after the contest."

Justin grinned like an idiot. "Do we still have film left, Aunt Adele?"

Her voice came over a loudspeaker: "You idiot, this is a digital system. We have enough room on the hard drives for anything you want to do."

"Well, sister, lie down and the cot and spread your legs. My, my, we're wet down there. Let me just keep you going a little bit while you get my cock going again with your perfect mouth. Now lay on your stomach and put your butt up in the air. There we go. Stay like that: standing up with your legs and your chest flat on the cot." He produced a pair of handcuffs, and secured her wrists to the opposite side of the cot's frame, forcing her to bend over and hold the position.

"Let me spread a little lubricant on the member first. Surprised by my greased fingers up your butt? More's on the way. Yes, you're going to take my cock up your ass, Justine, tonight, right now. Don't give me that wide eyed, deer in the headlights look of fear: you lost the bet and you have to pay up. You agreed that I pick the penalty and this is it. Don't welsh the bet" 

Justine became frantic, but in her exhaustion and restraint, she had no energy to move or fight back. "Justin, you mean a lot to me," she whispered, "and I've told you time and time again I don't like the idea of buttfucking. It's too much, baby, it's too much. Don't do this. Please, please, please. Fuck me hard all night if you want to, let me blow you until my jaw wears out, tie me up and beat my ass blue, tie me up and leave me alone to quiver without you, fuck anybody you want in front of me, but don't butt fuck me, please. I love you, Justin. Don't do this to me. Please. Don't fuck me up the ass." Blood still oozed from her nipples, trailing slow tears down the underside of her breasts onto the clean sheet of the cot.

"Who's the one running the family businesses? Who's the one taking care of you? Who's been your donkey dick for the past two months, performing at your command? Get used to it, your virgin asshole is mine tonight." He poured more lubricant into her asscrack, positioned himself and began to penetrate her rectum with his thick cock. "Here we go, wow, so tight, so right, so fantastic. Relax, Justine, relax and enjoy it. Okay, fight it and suffer if you want. That's more like it, here it comes deeper, and deeper still. Oh, how wonderful, sis. Be a sport, you can take it." He slapped her butt with a loud crack. "How do my balls feel slapping in your crack? Let me reach down and tickle your clit. Now you're getting the idea; now you're letting this work its magic. I'll make you as cheerful a buttfucker as I made Auntie Pru. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, you are so tight! My balls are churning, Justine, get ready for the first load up your ass. You're getting close too, aren't you? Oh, oh, oh, oh. Yeeeessssss! How good is that! I've got some more pulses for you. One, two, three, four, five! Oh, I never want to pull it out. Ahhh! That's golden, sis. That purr tells me you liked it, too. We did it, we did it." He pulled out of her and she fell down onto the bed, sobbing and spent, and did not rise for several minutes, staying until he left the room.

Prudence and Chelsea watched the show almost impassively. Chelsea held her head in Prudence's lap while Prudence played with her hair and stroked her ears. As brother and sister climaxed together, Chelsea murmured: "And now for something completely different. I'm going to lick your stomach and thighs until you go crazy, then I'm going to do your inner thighs until you can't stand it. I'll work in and out of your cunt lips, swirl your clitoris, probe your canal a time or two. Then I'll hit your clit like a tornado until you buck like a wild woman and you'll have to push my head away when the orgasms drive you so insane. Would you like that?"

The older woman gently nodded her head and stroked the younger woman's hair. Hoarsely, she whispered: "Tomorrow we have a lot to talk about. Maybe a new start. What do you think?"

Chelsea nodded gravely. She started licking Prudence's huge stomach, questing for her belly button in response, then worked her way down the folds until she landed between her thighs. Chelsea's tongue was everywhere, doing exactly what she promised as Prudence grasped Chelsea's hands to interlock fingers. As Prudence came closer and closer, she moved the younger woman's hands up to her ravaged tits, where they were caressed and consoled. But Prudence taught her something different, and as Prudence approached her orgasm Chelsea's hands were latched upon Prudence's sore distended nipples, pulling and twisting until the older woman let go a flood of nectar that coated the younger woman's face and hair.



The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 12



The sun was setting scarlet on the Caribbean, coloring the green Everglades redly in the fading light. Ferdinand D'Enfer lounged in his deck chair on his sailboat, savoring the warm breezes. Khaki shorts and deck shoes were all his tough, browned, lean body wore as it reclined, ankles crossed in the early evening. He sipped his cognac meditatively, savoring the colors and shifting breeze in the warm, wet caress of the summer's evening. "It does not get better than this," he murmured under his breath.

"Are you coming down, or am I coming up?" a young voice called from below.

"Come up here, I want you," he replied.

Justine D'Enfer scampered up from below, her hair streaming a chestnut pennant in the breeze as she came on deck. Her body was still long and lean, gently sun kissed; it wore only a long, gold chain wrapped twice around her waist, pearl earrings and silver ornaments dangling light green stones from her nipples. She embraced the breeze for a moment, then scrambled over to sit cross-legged on the deck by her uncle's feet, her eyes adoring him. Resting her head softly on his calf, she waited for him to begin the conversation.

After several moments he said, "Justine, I've been thinking, and it's time. You have changed, for the better, over the past eighteen months, and I think you've earned your reward." 

"Thank you, Uncle Ferdinand," she cooed softly.

"No, thank you, Justine. You've proven yourself as an adult: you've become trustworthy, you've become unselfish, and you've become incredibly generous. So I have something for you, something you've wanted since that day we parted in Belgium over two years ago." He reached to pass a small gift bag to his niece.

She eagerly pulled out the wrapping paper to discover a thin, leather choker studded with diamonds. "Oh, thank you, Uncle Ferdinand, thank you, thank you. May I kiss you?"

"Yes, my dear, you may." She got up and pounced on her uncle's waist, locking his torso with her strong legs, grinding her body into his, and kissing him on the lips, gently at first, then opening her lips to dance with his tongue for a short eternity. Coming up for air, she turned her back away from him and lifted her long mane to give him access to her neck. Taking the leather choker, he fastened it around her neck. "I accept you as my own: you are mine, now and always. Mine alone, to do what I will, to make me happy, and to be happy with what I give you."

Tears crept from Justine's eyes. "The pleasure, the honor, the happiness is mine, and I will be yours alone, always. Your happiness is my happiness; your desire, my duty."

Ferdinand reached up and captured a tear on his finger, bringing to his lips to savor its saltiness. "Lay here beside me, and let's talk a little more."

"Yes, Master." She lay down beside him to embrace him for several moments; he kissed her forehead once, twice, then settled back. They watched the crimson fade over the Gulf of Mexico and listened to the rustling of the palm trees on the shore. He stroked her hair absent-mindedly and after a while said: "What about Justin?"

A frown winkled her eyebrows and touched her lips before fading. "What do you mean, what about Justin?"

Ferdinand kissed her forehead. "I know that before you went to Europe you were having a torrid affair with your brother, as well as your Aunt Prudence; while you were in Europe you were having a torrid affair with your cousin Chelsea and were abused by my evil oldest brother Frederick. You came home to pick up where you left off with Justin and the rest, but two months afterward you were on Samos beach combing, where you started bugging me long distance to take you back until I gave in four months later, when you joined me here in Florida. Sometimes you say his name in your sleep, occasionally you call me Justin without realizing it. Now that you are mine, and I need to know what happened to you when you got back from Europe."

Justine stared off at a high cloud that was screening a few early breaking stars. "I always loved my brother like my other self, my better self. He was always so nice, always ready to please, not like me. We would play for hours together in the bath when we were little, and bathed together until we were teenagers and our bodies started changing. Dad started hitting on me to service him, Mom started schooling me in her witchcraft, and Justin was the only one who was pure, or relatively pure. I did what I had to, survived without compromising any more than I had to until my folks were exiled and when they were gone, I felt liberated, free to do whatever I wanted. Auntie Pru was a lovely lady to play with, to manipulate, to take out all the anger I had for Mom and Dad, but Justin was eager to explore his sexuality and I wanted so desperately to be the one he loved. Like a fish I teased him and reeled him in, and I gave myself to him to hook him so thoroughly he wouldn't look at another woman. Yeah, I should have known it wouldn't work; I couldn't believe that Auntie Pru would fall for him so hard, or that Great Aunt Adele, who I've only met twice, would take advantage of him. But they weren't young and lovely like me: they could keep him going until I got back, and I'd have him to myself again. I knew that I was more important to my dear brother.

"Then my lovely Chelsea discovered him, my other soulmate, and I was so hurt. The tit torture contest with Auntie Pru was just a way of getting Justin's attention, to win him back, but when he fucked Chelsea right in front of me, right in front of my face while I was tied up and being pumped by those stupid machines, just because he had a hard on it devastated me. At the end, when it felt like my tits were being pulled off my body, I just had to give up and let Auntie Pru win. Then he fucked me up the ass with no concern about what I wanted, and I decided I had to move on. Justin's changed too much: he's gone over to the dark side, and he's losing the kindness I loved and admired about him. The next night I spent with Chelsea, giving her a long and loving farewell. A couple of days later I managed to keep him at home and burned all my desire for him out of my flesh: I sucked and fucked him all day even though my tits were aching until my mouth, cunt and ass were so sore I never wanted to see him again. The next day I was on a plane to Greece and the rest you know."

The First Quarter moon shone down on the lapping waves that washed against the boat, building toward high tide. The palm trees rustled in the distance, and the alligators began croaking. Ferdinand gave her a full body squeeze. "It will take time; I understand. We all have our scars inside. The pain will pass." He kissed her softly on the forehead and after a moment, she kissed him back on his cheek. He gave her a long, open mouthed kiss, and moved his kisses down the nape of her neck, over her shoulder, down her breast to nip at her nipple, then he rose to take off his shorts. As his eight inch cock came into the twilight, she gently stroked it to fullness, taking the head in her mouth to bathe it with her tongue as their breathing increased. Then he pushed her down and her legs parted in invitation; he inserted the tip of his member and in a series of gentle pushes, gradually drove his erection home in her vagina. They lay together tightly as he thrusted and she ground her hips, every part of their bodies from thighs to neck in full contact. The full moon peeked over the darkening trees, its light caught in her wide open eyes reflectingthe passion within, as their bodies approached their shuddering climax.

*************************** "You're sure this doesn't hurt?" He said.

"No." Her voice was as meek as a child.

"You like this?"

"Mmmm, yes, Justin, yes," she cooed in dulcet tones.

Brenda Reese, R.N., was a chubby, red headed woman wearing glasses sitting in front of a desk on an office chair in the study of the D'Enfer family residence. Her blouse was wide open and her front clasp bra was also drawn aside for her huge, sagging mammaries to hang free. Justin D'Enfer stood behind her: his hands were squeezing her two inch wide nipples hard and holding them at her forehead level, pulling the heavy breasts high. Moving his hands back and forth, the hooters jiggled wildly, bumping together more and more quickly until he released them to flop heavily and bounce near her navel. 

She sighed: "Oh, dreamy, dreamy, do it again, do it again."

Justin grabbed her breasts up and squeezed them tightly against one another, rubbing them up and down against each other like trying to start a fire with two twigs before releasing them suddenly again. She gasped, and smiled broadly, dimples gracing the sides of her mouth. Her hand went up to massage the growing bulge in his slacks, unzipping it with her other hand to pull out his ten inch cock swelling to maximum. She stroked it gently, while nuzzling his nuts with her mouth and tongue before licking her way down lazily to take the head into her mouth. Justin reached down to pinch her nipple again: the harder he pinched and twisted, the more she quivered, moaned and slavered the end of his penis. 

After a couple of minutes, he reluctantly disengaged and went back around to the desk to look at her file. She sat looking at him expectantly, making no move to close her front and leaving her bounty on display. Sadly, he said, "Sorry that I have pressing business to attend to. I see you graduated at the head of your class in geriatric nursing, you have fifteen years experience with excellent evaluations all round, and you're a published author in professional journals. Everything you told me earlier matches with your papers; you are an exceptional nurse and an exceptional woman. How did your meeting with Aunt Adele go?"

Brenda shifted in her chair. "Your aunt is a delightful woman: her spirits are excellent, her heart is sound and her health is reasonably stable at the moment. To say I would enjoy taking care of her would be an understatement, and I'm quite frankly tired of administrative paperwork for a facility full of people. It would be great to get down to basics again with one patient, and I would love to spend most of my time taking care of Adele." Her blue eyes shined with passion and need.

"Are the facilities adequate? Does the salary of $50,000 per year, plus room and board, meet your requirements?"

"Oh, yes." She moved her chair forward and lifted her massive tits to rest on the empty desk as she leaned forward; they reached almost all the way across to the blotter. "I'm sure that the fringe benefits will be as excellent as the rest of the package." 

He reached forward and rested his hands on her breasts, squeezing lightly at first, then harder and harder until his fingers left red imprints when he let go. She moaned, yelped and licked her lips as he compressed her breasts, and looked at him eagerly after he released them.

Justin took a deep breath and sighed. "Of course, I'm looking forward to that as well. You'll move in as soon as possible, and I will show you around the house to get you oriented."

"I'll be there at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Do you want to proceed with the rest of the interview now?" she said with an arched eyebrow.

Looking at his watch and then at her breasts, he stroked them tenderly and said: "I'd really love to, absolutely, but Aunt Adele is expecting me to pick her up in fifteen minutes to bring her to her new apartment here at the house. I hate to keep her waiting. Tomorrow, we'll continue this interview and bring it to a satisfactory conclusion. All that remains is signing the contract." He spun the contract around and offered her a pen.

"I understand. I would hate to keep that dear woman waiting, either." She took the pen and signed the multiple copies with the crisp edges of the paper sharply twinging the tips of her nipples. Justin spun the papers around to countersign them as Brenda replaced her jugs in her bra and closed her blouse. He gave her a copy, and she kissed his hand as she took it from him. A wide, bright smile creased her face as he escorted her to the door and her car. She licked her lips as he held the door and promised, "I'll see you tomorrow, Master." Then he hopped in his van and started across town to his Aunt Adele's rest home.

"Justin, my love, it's about time. What's the decision? Who's it going to be?" Adele cackled as her great nephew entered the room. Adele was a small, frail, eighty seven year old woman with white hair. She was wearing exquisite makeup, a pale blue housecoat and her hair was beautifully done; her arthritic fingers reached out to entwine with his as Justin came close for a open mouthed kiss.

"I hope you liked Brenda, Auntie Adele. She's the one."

Adele beamed. "She sure is the one, deary, and she'll take good care of both of us. Now put me in the wheelchair and let's blow this dump."

They passed the elegant corridors of the nursing home, with the staff giving Adele warm farewells as they proceeded to the door. A couple of very young nurses' aides gave Justin a wink and a nod, but he was focused and didn't do more than smile in return. At the car door, he lifted his feather weight aunt into her seat, buckled her in, closed the door and returned to drive her to her new residence.

"Oh, Justin, I'm so looking forward to our new home. It'll be so much fun living together. You're the fountain of youth for me, sugar, and I'm going to squeeze as much as I can from that fountain."

Justin steered through traffic. "Just don't squeeze too hard, Auntie Adele. I had to take a week off the last time you did that."

"No sweetheart, that's not what I'm talking about," Adele's eyes shone in the reflected light of the dashboard. "We're going to have a great time, lover, playing with each other and our new nurse."

Justin smiled, "Yes, Brenda seems like the perfect fit for both of us."

Adele giggled gleefully. "I want you to make me a promise. For our first night at home tonight, I want to you promise to do anything I ask for, right here, right now."

"Of course, Aunt Adele, sure, you know I just want to make you happy. What do you have in mind?"

"Absolutely anything?"

"Absolutely anything," he replied with a frightened look on his face.

Adele hummed and grinned. "I"ll let you know as we go along."

A new car port showed the entrance to the house, and a ground level hallway took them to Adele's new suite. Justin carried her easily from the car to her new room, where she directed him to put her down on a antique, armless wooden chair. The room was elegance defined, and the room was dominated by a large picture of Adele as a younger woman. It was a color photograph taken from slightly below her on a bright day with a wispy white cloud sailing high overhead: she was beaming with her dirty blond hair tossed out behind her, her blue eyes gleaming, her white teeth shining a broad red-lipsticked smile, her lightly tanned torso graced by two conical, thin breasts standing firm with their large nipples several inches from her body. The date read: June 16, 1961, Osage Beach, Missouri. "If you'd only known me then, Justin. We'd have fucked and sucked around the clock. I would have given myself to you; those lovely protruding knockers would have been all yours. Wouldn't you have just loved that?" Justin looked up and admired the portrait, nodded his head and turned to smile at his aunt. 

Adele's things had been put away already by the movers except for a toolbox, two three-foot two-by-four boards, some nylon cord and a gym bag on the bed. "Set up the cameras my boy, over to the left and the right, the video cameras." Justin did so, "This will make a great video for my _Ancient Pervs_ website."

"If you say so, dear Aunt Adele." He methodically set the digital video camera up, then hooked it to another in the opposite corner. Punching the start button, he returned to the bed and waited for her next instruction.

"Now Justin, come take off my housecoat." Justin unbuttoned it and drew it back. she was completely naked underneath. Her old skin as heavily wrinkled and her bulby tits hung limply down past her navel. "Take the two by four with the cord and put it under my tits, with the cord over my neck." He put the cord like a necklace over her neck and lifted the floppy boobs to lie on the board, making her look like an old Thirties cigarette girl with her tits as the merchandise. They draped far over the edge and she swayed them back and forth. "Hi, little floppies! What a good time we'll have tonight! You don't know what's coming to you, my poor little nippies." She grabbed her grossly sagging tits and gave them an affectionate squeeze. The air in the room was relatively warm, but her huge three-inch wide nipples were already starting to perk up. "Now, open the toolbox and tell me what you see."

Justin opened the box. "I see a hammer, a travel bottle of baby oil, several small nails, some vise clamps, a green cloth, a small whip with several strands and a flyswatter. What is on your senile, perverted mind, old lady?"

"Remember you promised me anything I wanted this first night, right Justin?" He nodded his head. " All right. Take the hammer and a nail in one hand. I want you to take the skin of the outside of my right breast and push it thin with your fingers. Splay it out thin. Good boy. Now I want you to nail it to the board, dodging any obvious veins and arteries." 

"Nail the skin of your breast to the board?" Justin's mouth curled in horror.

"Yes, please," she said with the same bright smile she used when asking him if he wanted another piece of cake.

"We've done a lot of kinky shit to your body since the day two years ago when you lost the bet two years ago and I first whipped your tits. May I ask you if you've gone completely out of your mind?"

Adele continued beaming. "Yes, but the answer may surprise you. Call it Aunt Adele's Perverted Acupuncture. Even time you've had that kind of fun with me, making my skin red with your whip or tying my tits till they're blue, the arthritis in my joints stops hurting as much, the pain in my back fades, and my cunt starts gushing like I was a teenager. All the pain you cause me up here will make me feel so much better overall. If we go a bit farther, I ought to feel like a young woman again, so do what I tell you, boy." Justin hesitated, a look of disbelief on his face. "You'll get everything I have when I die, every last penny, lover. Everything here and everything abroad. I'm just as sane as I ever was. Just do as I tell you. Nail my tits to the board."

Justin shook his head and stepped away. "But what if I do permanent damage to you? What if this goes too far? I'm just afraid of what your new nurse Brenda is going to think about this when she examines you tomorrow morning, what she's going to think about us, what she's going to think about me?"

Adele grinned broadly. "I'm eighty seven years old: how long do you think 'permanent damage'means to me? Two years? Five years? New nurse Brenda told me about this routine when I told her about how abuse makes me feel better. I almost exploded without touching myself listening to her describe this to me. She knows what she's doing. You won't hurt me too bad if you follow directions, and she can take care of any superficial damage. That will be round two of the Perverted Acupuncture tomorrow when that wonderful iodine hits my floppies."

"Is this what nursing homes are doing to old women these days, playing advanced dungeon games for overall pain relief?"

"Of course not, silly; that's what we're doing tonight, just for the nasty fun of it. Now pound that hammer, you magnificent brute."

Justin looked dubious as to took the hammer in his right hand and picked up the small, thin nail with the wide head. Adele looked on expectantly, "Start right where my right boob meets the board. That's right, that looks good. I can feel the nail prick. Now hit it, son, hit it!" Two light taps started the nail. "Drive it down, yes, just leave a tiny bit of the nail exposed so you can pull it out later. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. See, I'm still alive, and there's no blood. Next one on the other side. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Ouch, yes, keep going all the way back and forth. Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo. Ah, this is going to be better than it sounded. Yes, a half inch apart. All the way to the end. Oh, I'm going to give you such a cocksucking when this is done, your dick won't know what happened to it. Hey, look at me, fourteen nails in my right boob. Now do the other one. Yes, right there, you're really banging away good. Mmm, mmm, mmm. I wish this could go on forever. Back and forth, back and forth." He found a rhythm as he completed nailing the left breast to the board; only a dot or two of blood were produced, which he wiped away immediately. Adele looked down at her tacked floppies and jiggled the four inches of tit that fell over the end of the board. 




The Family D'Enfer Redux Ch. 12



"Now take the other two by four and put it on top. Tie the end tight but not too tight, deary. Now come to the other end and press the titties a little. OH, OH, OH, OH, OH." A tear came to Adele's eye and ran down her cheek. "That's as far as we need to go. Tie that end up tight, just like the other side yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes. See the big nippies hang so nicely, they're even perking up a little." Justin's mouth and eyebrows were still curled in disbelief. He flicked her right tit with his fingernail, making swinging back and forth quickly and drawing a wince and sigh from his great aunt. "Yes, do that some more," she moaned dreamily, and he took both hands to bat the free halves of her boobs with his hands and flick them with his fingernails. 

She kept her eyes shut, and said, " Now take the right one and point it straight up. Isn't this fun? Get the hammer and nails again. Stretch the skin again and tack it in place. That's right, next to the edge. Yeeeoooow, Yeeooow, Yeeooow. Other side now. OOOhhhhh, OOOhhhh, between the whack of the hammer and the stick in my boob this is such a turn on! Now the inside at the top. Whooooooooo! Oh, oh, Justin. See how the nipple stands straight up. That hip pain is just melting away. Get the other one started, just across. That's right, stretch the skin. Umph! Umph! You're so powerful. Now farther up, inside. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah." 

She wet her index fingers and started tracing lazy circles on the huge nipples now pointing at the ceiling, closing her eyes in bliss. Gravity flattened out the ends of her breasts a little as they stuck straight up in the air; her three inch nipples looking like brown saucers with stiff peaks of meringue sitting on them. The wet circles were repeated, then she squeezed the erect nubs hard. "This is great so far, lover, reach down and feel how wet my thigh is." He did so and was amazed at what he felt. "One of these days I'll be wet enough for you to fuck me. Won't that be a treat. Get the vice clamps next. Put the clamp on those girls. Aaaaahhhhh. Twist a little bit, oh they've got rough little teeth. Yes. Jiggle the handles a little, vary the pressure. Oh my, oh my, oh my. Yes more. Give me a tune up." He tightened the vises as much as he dared; her nipples began progressing through shades of red.

Her body swayed in the chair; she hummed a merry tune. After about ten minutes she asked him to take the vises off. "Eeeeeeee. Ooooooo. How lovely, and how good I feel. For the next part, it'll be more fun it you put the soft cuffs around my wrists under the vise. Yes, that's right, not too tight." She affected a frightened look and did her best Nell-tied-to-the-railroad-tracks voice, her eyes flicking around frantically: "My, my, now my poor nippies are helpless against whatever your perverted pleasure wants. Whatever can I do? Oh me, oh my. You won't hurt me, will you? Can anybody save me?" Going back to her normal voice: "Hmm, let's see," she said as she peered over at the toolbox. "Try the flyswatter next." Justin gave it an experimental smack, landing on her left bud. She winced and nodded. "Yes, like that. Let me have it, pretend it's a wasp convention up here. Kill those bastards."

Adele's face winced with every stroke and tears crept down her cheeks. She urged him to hit harder and harder, and he complied with fantastically stinging smacks, able to generate a lot of power coming straight down on her vulnerable brown targets. Occasionally, he switched to the exposed undersides directly underneath, and at her encouragement made them turn bright red. Bobbing in her chair response to each blow, her grimaces faded to joy time after time as Justin dealt his punishment. At last she panted: "All right, all right, enough for now. Do your puppy lick impression with them. Real wet, real wet, drown those tits. Oh my, feels so good after a beating. Blow on them, make them dry. What you do to me, my little Justin, what you do to me. Slobber and blow, slobber and blow."

Justin finished sending streams of cool air on his great aunt's upturned tits and gave her a questioning look. His aunt's eyes were closed in reverie. "My toes can move again. Look, see. It's a miracle. Give them a tickle. He, he, he, he, that feels so wonderful, look at the piggies dance. Oh, my fingers are moving better, too. Let's see what we have in the fun box: green cloth, next. Yes. No, first take off your clothes. Let's see if I've done anything for you so far. Not bad, the monster is peeking out of his lair.. You are so beautiful, Justin, I can hardly stand it. Maybe I'll let you spritz your love juice on my fiendishly nailed tits. Now, scrub those dirty brown saucers clean."

The green cloth began slowly at first, sending its rough caress through the tender brown tissue, growing broader in its circles and faster as Adele softly bit her lip. "Is that what you want, Auntie?" She nodded her head. "Should I go to the other one?" She nodded again and he moved from left to right nipple, scrubbing slowly at first and then growing wider and broader. "Do it again, do it again. A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a! The other one. A-a-a-a-a-a! I like it rough, baby, yes, yes. Okay, now the rubbing alcohol." Justin opened the bottle nearby; Adele's eyes were closed in agony and ecstacy until they opened to look at him. "I want you to take the cotton ball, soak it in the alcohol and put it right on my roughened nipples. I can take it, just you see." Justin soaked a cotton ball as requested, and Adele's screams as he spread it around her left breast and nipple almost deafened him. It took several moments for her breathing to return to normal. She looked at him and said matter of factly, "Well, what are you waiting for, my back pain is almost gone. Do the other one."

When that was over, she nodded to the box again, "Put some baby oil on the floppies, as much as you can get at. Yes, rub it in, rub it in. You can be so gentle, darling, that feels so nice. Your dick is ready for me; I can see it pulsing. He wants me to gum him again so he can fill my mouth with cum, I can tell. Your nuts look so tasty, too, can't wait to get at them. Now's your time, you great big beautiful cock, I'd do anything for you. 

"Tomorrow is going to be special. Brenda and I will have a wonderful day together: I've made reservations at the Penthouse View restaurant, and tomorrow night, we'll recreate the Contest for her. She wants to take everything that Justine and Prudy did, from the wax, the zippers, the tit flogger, the automatic suckers and the grand finale. She's going to want to give you such a prize when it's over. It'll be so much fun to watch, I'll suck my own nippies it'll be such fun.

"Justin, hit the nippies hard with the whip while you face fuck me. I almost feel like a new woman, the joint pain is almost gone and my cunt is drenched. I'll let you know how well you're doing."

Starting slowly with casual flicks, Justin began work on her upturned nipples and exposed undersides again while the head of his cock sought out his great aunt's mouth. Like a vacuum, her mouth sucked him in, licking and gumming him enthusiastically and moaning and humming to the rhythm of his stokes on her tits. Back and forth, in and out, her eyes closed in ecstacy and his were wide open looking down at her sucking and his whip hammering her vulnerable tacked tits. He pulled out and let her snap, nibble and gum his balls which he twisted her abused limp mammaries. It wasn't long before he erupted in an explosion that filled her mouth to overflowing in an instant, matched by an orgasm that sent her body shuddering in climax. She sucked him dry between the shudders of her orgasm, taking every drop she could; the afterglow of the session was so powerful that she hardly felt him untying her and pulling the nails out of her breasts. He wrapped them loosely and gently with clean cotton cloth before putting her to bed.

********************** Prudence Tailleferre stood on the penthouse balcony overlooking Atlanta with Stone Mountain in the background on a starlit night while Kevin sucked hard at her breast. "I love you,Kevin, I love you. I'll always love you, my precious." She winced occasionally as he chewed on her delicate areolae, but she stroked his head and encouraged him anyway. Every rough touch of his relentless teeth brought jolts of electricity to her and she was lost in the feeling. "That's my boy, Kevin, keep doing that, baby." Three o'clock in the morning was still hot and humid, but Prudence enjoyed the heat after the air onditioner's chill. He switched from right to left breast, and she kept stroking and cooing as he suckled her, his mouth growing less and less demanding until he fell asleep with the nipple in his mouth. She carried him back to his room, rocking him gently in her arms and laid him in his crib, a faint look of disgust crossing his face as the teat popped out of his mouth. 

Walking down the hallway in the dark to her bedroom, she checked on the twins. Hilary and Jacqueline were fast asleep, peaceful as the night. They were fifteen month old angels with blond hair. Prudence hummed softly to herself as she went into her bedroom, turned the handle and settled into the bed.

Chelsea D'Enfer stirred as her partner returned, muzzily moaning: "Are you nuts, Prudy? You should have weaned that boy months ago." 

Prudence settled in under the covers. "Some authorities say that you should nurse your children until they're eighteen months old, and I'm taking no chances with this kid. He's going to be my only chance; I have to get him right, Shelly."

Chelsea snorted. "You're going to spoil him, Prudy. Only child of a late blooming mother, it's inevitable. I stopped nursing my girls at nine months and they've done splendidly so far. I think you just love Kevin biting your tits because you loved it when his father did." 

Prudence rolled over to look Chelsea in the face. "Absolutely not. Well, all right, I don't mind Kevin biting my teats while he nurses, I love it, but I'm not going to spoil him. We both know how incredibly spoiled children turn out. We've seen them grow up, we've loved them, we've been used by them, we've left them. Conditioning will triumph over genetics: I know that these children will be all right if we are serious and committed about what we're doing."

Chelsea laid her hand on Prudence's head and caressed it. "You're right about that, I guess. We'll make a wonderful family, and we're not going to spoil our children. But don't you think we ought to tell Justin?"

"No." Her face went cold. "He still hasn't grown up, according to my spy. He's turning into the same combination of ruthless businessman and libidinous satyr his father is: a permanent, vicious adolescent. Sure, there may be hope he'll get turned around, but it will take a miracle. We know what happens when that kind of person is part of raising children: his father Franklin and my sister/his mother Clarissa were stunning examples of the effects of immature manipulators on childrearing. They ruined two wonderful, promising children. As long as he's still playing around, he never finds out, he stays out of the picture with them. He doesn't seem to care, does he? When did you last hear from him?"

"Six months ago. He didn't have much to say. Just talked about work." 

"Adele is going off the deep end, too, and the new nurse she hired is kinky enough to keep him occupied for years. She's fifteen years older than he is and I hear that she's as chubby as I am. I guess he misses me."

Chelsea laid back on the pillows reflectively. "Justine has changed. Last I heard, she was off romancing Uncle Ferd. I think that she's flipped poles: going from a sadistic bitch to a masochistic puppydog. Uncle Ferd won't let her get lost in that, but they're going off to their own universe for good, as far as I can tell, and they won't be part of our life. It's you and me, Prudy, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Prudence and Chelsea both laughed. Prudence observed: "It's such a coincidence that we both got pregnant by the same man in the same week. I thought that after all these years my baby factory had shut down for good, but the load Justin blasted into me a week before the Contest got me where I was never gotten before. That's why my tits were so sensitive that night and why I almost lost: Kevin knocked me for a loop immediately on conception."

Chelsea nodded. "Justin would have gotten to fist your ass if you lost."

Prudence shuddered. "My guess is the night of the competition when he bent you over in front of us while we were wearing the tit vacuums on the sawhorses and fucked you hard doggy style was the time he planted the seed in you. He's getting lost in his drive for power, and it will consume him."

"Adele was almost yelling in his ear about what an idiot he was for not using protection. Well, he was an idiot, he is an idiot, as far as I know he will always be an idiot, and I'm glad that he's not in my children's lives. Our babies have been checked fifty ways from stem to stern and they're perfect despite being so inbred. We'll have a great life with the trust funds to support us, we won't have to work and things will only get better as our children grow up together. We can even homeschool them if we want to."

Prudence kissed Chelsea deeply on the lips. They spent several moments, their tongues in synchronized mutual adoration, before Chelsea kissed her way down to Prudence's large lap. Prudence parted her legs with a sigh as her lover worked her magic on her lower lips, savoring her for many moments as she was licked and nibbled before a starburst orgasm spread through her tired old body, making her fingers death grip the sheets and her legs quiver like jelly. Theylay entwined several minutes before Prudence kissed her way to Chelsea's generous breasts, licking and savoring them, while her busy right hand made music in Cheslea's vagina, pushing her whole hand in, as Chelsea bucked and whimpered until she spurted a sea of love's elixir.