Denying Denise Ch.1
by Couture
Couture_writes@hotmail.com
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by
sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c)2002 by Couture
"Denise, I'm leaving now," Tom told the jumbled mass of
covers piled on the bed. "I've left my number on the
refrigerator door and I've left April the car keys and a
list of instructions for your care."
Tom heard a muffled response from underneath the covers.
He began to pull back the covers and unearthed a very
unkempt face beneath.
"I don't want you to go," Denise begged, as tears fell from
her puffy eyes. "Please, don't leave Tom. You know how
much I hate being dependent on someone and now you are
leaving me in the hands of a virtual teenager. Do you
really think she can handle the responsibility? Just say
you got sick and couldn't go."
"Honey, we've been over this a thousand times. I've
already taken off two weeks and we can't afford a live in
nurse. Your niece is out of school for the summer and
she's eighteen, so you are just going to have to make the
best of it. Look, I know it's been difficult for you since
the accident, but there are a lot of people out there worse
off than you are. Once, your arms are healed you will be
up and at 'em again. You know, you need to get out of bed
and try to keep active, so you won't be so out of shape
later on," Tom said as he bent down and gave his wife a
quick peck on the lips, "and reminding someone brush your
teeth wouldn't kill you."
Tom stood back up and walked to the bedroom door, then
looked back at his wife. "Look, I'll be back before you
know it, so you be nice to April, okay?"
"Okay," Denise pouted, "I'll miss you. Hurry back."
After Tom left, Denise wallowed back in her covers. She
wasn't sleepy, she was just tired, so she lay there
listening to April flipping back and forth between MTV and
VH1. Earlier, April came into the room and tried to get
Denise to get out of bed and go for a ride, a bite to eat,
or even to get some exercise, but Denise wouldn't budge.
Finally, it seemed that April had given up on Denise and
the older woman was happy she had exerted her control, even
if it was making everyone else suffer with her.
Then she caught a whiff of . . . 'Could it be?' she
wondered. 'Yes, it is chocolate.' Denise pondered whether
or not she should try to get April to bring her some of
whatever it was she was baking, but couldn't bring herself
to ask. As more time passed, she began to become angry,
because if April was any kind of nurse at all, she would
have brought some for Denise anyway.
After an hour passed, Denise's stomach growled. She had
passed from being angry to a state of helpless rage. She
tried to think of some way to throw a proper temper
tantrum, but it was almost impossible to do so without the
use of her arms.
Luckily, before she had to resort to such drastic measures,
she felt the bed sag as her niece sat down beside her.
"Are you under there Auntie? I made some brownies, do you
want some?" she asked.
"Yes," Denise replied from under the covers.
"I don't think you are going to be able to eat them through
the covers Auntie."
Denise began to get angry again. 'What kind of nurse is
this, to make me ask for every little thing,' she thought,
but bit back her retort. "I can't move my arms April, will
you move the covers for me?"
Much to her dismay, April pulled the covers completely off
the bed. Denise felt the cool air on her exposed thighs,
but without the use of her hands, she was unable to pull
down her nightshirt. 'Well, at least she's a girl,' she
thought. She looked up at her niece and was surprised to
see a chocolate brownie descending toward her face. She
opened her mouth to ask to be set upright, but it was
quickly filled with the brownie.
"Mmmmphhh---wa-mmmppphh!" The older woman struggled to tell
her niece to give her time to chew. However, the young
girl forced the brownie in, until the whole thing was in
her aunt's bulging mouth.
Denise also discovered the brownie smelled much better than
it actually tasted. It was dry and very chewy making it
difficult to swallow. She was desperate for liquid, so
that she could swallow the dry cake down. Lying down flat
on the bed, instead of being upright, made it even more
difficult to eat.
"Thirsty?" April asked sweetly.
Denise couldn't speak due to the mouthful of chewy brownie,
so she nodded her head vigorously. Then she noticed that
April had a glass of milk over her face and had begun to
pour. Denise opened her mouth just in time to catch the
liquid as it fell. April continued slowly pouring until
Denise's mouth was almost full of the white milk and
brownie.
Denise swallowed and some went down the wrong pipe. She
coughed and sputtered, "What are you trying to do? Kill
me?"
"Sorry Auntie, I just did what you asked," April said
sweetly.
"Just put the covers back on me and leave me alone,"
snapped Denise.
"Sure!" Denise put the sheets and covers back on the bed.
However, Denise found the young girl once again went
overboard. April firmly tucked the covers in all the way
around Denise and left the room again.
The older woman just tried to put up with the efforts of
her niece. After all, she was trying so hard to please.
Just when it seemed like things couldn't get worse, Denise
felt a rumbling in her gut. 'Oh no! Please don't!' she
thought. She tried to will away the discomfort in her gut,
but as soon as the first cramp hit, she desperately needed
to get out of bed. To her dismay, she discovered she was
trapped by the covers that were tucked in tightly on all
sides.
"April, April, please help!" she cried, struggling
uselessly against the sheets, but, her niece had the door
closed and the TV was blaring too damn loud to hear.
"April - PLEASE - I have to go to the bathroom. It's an
EMERGENCY!"
Just as Denise thought she was about to lose it, the door
opened. "I was just in here a minute ago. What's so
important?" April inquired impatiently.
"April, please help me out of the bed, I've got to go to
the bathroom RIGHT NOW!"
April pulled the covers out and helped Denise stand up.
Just as soon as Denise was on her feet, she ran to the
bathroom and closed the door behind herself with her ass.
She hurried to the toilet, went to pull down her panties,
then remembered too late, that her both of her arms were in
casts.
'Oh no!' she thought helplessly, as she felt herself lose
control. Powerless to stop the cramps in her gut, she sat
down on the toilet and cried as her panties began to fill
with the warm contents of her bowels and bladder.
Then just as mysteriously as the cramps began, they
vanished. Denise struggled to find some way out of her
situation without her niece seeing her in such a
humiliating manner. However, this was soon remedied when
April opened the door to the bathroom without knocking.
April's face wrinkled up in disgust, but her eyes were
bright and mocking. "Ewwww . . . you pooped your panties."
"I-I was feeling sick and I couldn't pull my panties down,"
Denise struggled to explain. "I-I didn't know what to do."
The older woman blushed in shame as she looked down at her
wet bulging panties and as tears ran down her eyes.
"Wait here Denise! You guys are definitely not paying me
enough to deal with this shit! If you know what I mean."
Denise waited for her niece who finally returned carrying a
large black garbage bag. "Step in the bag, cuz I'm not
touching that shit," April ordered.
After Denise stepped into the bag, April pulled it up until
it came up to her thighs. "Not high enough Auntie, kneel
down so I don't have to touch it."
Embarrassed beyond belief, Denise got down on her knees
inside the garbage bag. April felt the bulging seat of the
panties through the plastic bag. "Ewww, you are a nasty
girl aren't you?" April commented, not sounding at all like
an eighteen year old.
Denise felt very uncomfortable to be handled in such a
disgusting manner. Worse, she realized with horror, she
was getting turned on.
"I asked you a question Denise. Are you a nasty girl?"
Denise's lower lip trembled as she her face flushed red.
With no way of caring for herself, she was forced to say
the words that April wanted to hear, "Yes, I-I-I'm a nasty
girl."
April pulled the panties down Denise's legs, keeping
everything in the plastic bag. Then she helped the older
woman stand up, removed her nightshirt, leaving her naked
and standing in the bag. "Step in the bathtub, Denise. You
don't expect me to touch that shit do you?"
Denise waited in the bathtub, mortally embarrassed by the
revolting stains that coated her from her pelvis down to
her feet. April tied a knot in the top of the bag and
threw it away.
April placed Denise on her knees in the tub, with her
bottom facing the drain and her head resting on the back of
the tub, supporting her upper body. She took the shower
wand and switched it to massage, turned on the water and
blasted the frigid water in the crack of her Aunt's ass.
"Aieee! It's too cold!" shouted Denise. Chill bumps
covered her body and her nipples hardened into painful
knots. April adjusted the water flow, causing her Aunt to
scream again and try to move her tender places out from
under the force of the steaming water. "Oww-fuck-hot-hot!"
she cried.
Much to Denise's relief, April was finally able to adjust
the water to the proper temperature. Denise automatically
relaxed and enjoyed the effects of the soothing water, even
forgetting momentarily about her earlier embarrassment.
The water felt wonderful as its pulsing jets cleansed her
then played sensually on her ass and pussy.
'Ah, it's been too long since, I've had an orgasm. I
haven't been able to take care of that for three weeks.
For three long weeks,' she thought. Her legs spread to
allow the vibrations to contact her swollen clit. Soon her
hips humped involuntarily, while the older woman made soft
mewling sounds. In her state of rapture, she forgot all
about the presence of her niece.
Just as the warm wave of pleasure began to sink into her
body, there was a sharp slap on her ass, bringing her
rudely back to reality.
"Nasty girl! You are trying to get off, aren't you!"
accused her niece.
Denise quickly closed her thighs and slid her ass down to
the bottom of the tub, to escape the pulsing water that
surreptitiously had sought to bring her so close to orgasm.
'Oh God, I can't believe I almost did that in front of my
niece,' she thought in horror.
"No, I just had a p-pain,' she said, trying to play off
what had happened. She nodded at the shower wand, "Do you
have to use that so much?"
"Nah, I have to soap you up, anyway." April once again
positioned Denise on all fours . . . well, threes really,
since her head supported her upper body. Next, she applied
body wash and began to lather her Aunt's body.
Denise had been given several sponge baths since the
accident. They were all more sensual than she would have
liked to admit, but none of them prepared her for the all-
consuming sexuality with which her niece laved her body.
The young girl kneaded, teased, massaged, and groped the
older woman's body-her entire body.
"Oh please, April, not so rough . . . oh . . . ah no
April," she whimpered, while April massaged her freely
hanging breasts and pinched her nipples. "Mmmm - no, no,
not there, not yet," she begged when April's small fingers,
explored the budding petals of her Aunt's nether lips.
However, though her weak protests begged no, the reactions
of her body, screamed yes. Soon, her body craved release
and began to seek the teasing fingers, to achieve the
orgasm that lay just out of reach.
"Ugh-Ugh-" the older woman groaned, her hips humping
involuntarily.
"Nasty girl, you're trying it again, aren't you?" April
scolded.
There was no way Denise could pretend she wasn't aroused,
the signals were too obvious, even for an eighteen year old
could see them. "Oh God, I'm sorry, it has just been so
long since I've ugh- you know," she sobbed in humiliation.
"Here, I'll do something else, while you cool down." April
stood up and left her Aunt in the bathtub with her ass up
thrust, while she fetched a bottle out of the cabinet.
Then, she coated her Aunt's legs, underarms, and pubes with
the white cream.
"Wait, what are you doing?" asked Denise in alarm, when she
recognized the familiar scent of hair remover.
"You're hairy and it looks gross. Besides, I'm doing it
for hygiene reasons, since you seem to have *accidents*."
It was hard to argue against logic like that, so Denise
held still and allowed the young girl to wipe away the
sloughed off hairs. Finally, April began to rinse the
slightly stinging lotion off of Denise's body. Once again,
the pulsing jets of the shower wand drove Denise
relentlessly toward the verge of an orgasm.
At this point Denise didn't care that she was going to cum
in front of her young niece. It had been far too long and
it felt much too good for her to control herself. Besides,
April already knew she was aroused. She arched her back
and spread her legs in the tub, so that the water could hit
her clit and send her over the edge.
However, every time it felt like she was about to go over
the edge, April would move the pulsing jet of water.
Humiliated, but too aroused to care, Denise searched out
her liquid lover with her pussy. But, each time as her
body began to tremble; April would move the water before
she could cum. Soon, it became too much to be a
coincidence, Denise realized that April was just toying
with her and she couldn't do anything about it. Worse, her
body wouldn't obey and allow her to leave the situation
with her remaining dignity intact. Her body demanded an
orgasm and her mind would just have to do what was
necessary for it to be reached.
"Please," she begged. There was no answer. "Please,
April."
"Please, what? Nasty girl!" April taunted.
"Let me ugh. . . cum. Oh God April, I'm begging you."
"Who's begging me?"
This was the very reason Denise didn't like the thought of
losing control. It was so very hard to get it back again.
"The nasty girl," she answered meekly. "The nasty girl
wants to cum."
"No, uh-huh, I don't think so. Not yet, anyway." April
turned off the water and grinned at the spectacle her Aunt
was making. "You see, it looks like I've figured out
something that nasty girl wants. If I give it to her, she
will just go wallow in the bed feeling sorry for her self.
No, I think that will be your reward. If you are a good
girl, then you get a treat. If you are a nasty girl, then
you don't."
Here, let's wash that greasy hair now," April said, as she
began to strip off her own clothes, exposing her lithe
nubile young body to her Aunt.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Denise recoiled, falling on her
ass, as her niece stepped into the tub with her.
"I'm washing your hair silly. We can't let your casts get
wet and I'm not going to get my clothes wet either."
Denise tried to flee, but soon found her neck gripped
firmly between the young girl's thighs, her face looking
directly up into the downy blonde hairs of her sex. The
young teens pink nipples, stood out from her chest like
small erasers, while she leaned forward to grab the shower
wand. This caused her Aunt's face to be pressed up firmly
into April's very aroused sex.
"Stop it, April, your crotch it in my face!" Denise tried
to scream, yet her mouth was pressed too tightly into her
niece's sex for her words to be heard. Instead, she only
succeeded in pleasuring the young girl with her mouth.
"Ohhh, that feels naughty Auntie, I didn't know you liked
girls!" April cooed, as she began to wet her Aunt's hair.
"I'm not gay! I'm only trying to tell you to let me go!"
Denise cried, but once again she ended up rubbing her mouth
against the wet folds of April's sex and mumbling
incoherently.
"Just relax Auntie," April said, as she poured shampoo on
Denise's light brown hair and began to later it up.
However, in reality, while she massaged her Aunt's hair,
she also rode the older woman's face with her sex.
The eroticism of her predicament and her added frustration
soon proved too much for the older woman. Her mouth opened
of its own volition, sticking out a pink tongue, and
sampling the young beauty's honey. Soon she was licking
the pink petals of her nether lips.
April shifted her Aunt's head, so that her mouth was level
with her clit. "Suck it! Suck my clit dyke!" she ordered.
Denise looked at the tiny little nubbin sticking out from
the peak of her niece's flower, stuck her tongue out
timidly, and flicked it softly against the little pearl.
"Ugh-suck it bitch! Suck it goddamnit!" April cried,
forcing her Aunt's face deeper into her sex. Denise's lips
wrapped around her clit and sucked the tiny nubbin, causing
her niece's hips to buck in pleasure.
"Oh God! Oh-oh-oh I'm cumming!" they young girl cried.
Denise was still held fast between April's thighs, so she
lightly licked her niece, while the young girl came down
from her orgasm. Finally, April came to and rinsed the soap
off her Aunt's hair.
"You were great, Auntie. What a wonderful pussy licker you
make."
April left her aunt kneeling dazed in the shower, as she
dried off. Then she began to dry off her Aunt's body.
Denise stood there obediently, but her anger was rising
quickly. The little bitch had gotten off and left her
horny and frustrated.
"Awww, are you mad?" April asked sweetly, as she dried
Denise's hair.
Denise sulked for a moment and then the words spat from her
mouth in a continuous flow of venom. "You ungrateful
bitch, I ate you for Christ sake. I'm not even a lesbian
and I fuckin' *ate* you and all you have to say is, oh
Auntie, you were great! God damn it, I don't want to be
great, I want to cum. You can't jus-"
Her diatribe was ended as soon as April drove her finger
into Denise's slick puffy sex. She kept it up until the
older woman moaned helplessly, leaning her body on the
young girl to keep from falling down.
Denise could feel the orgasm rising again and she clung to
it tightly. 'Oh yes, here it comes. Give it to me,' she
thought.
Yet, once again, the older woman was taken to the edge,
until she hung by a thread above the great chasm below.
Then at the last moment, the finger was removed, leaving
her teetering on the brink, but not falling in.
"Please-oh please have mercy on me April!" She was crying
now - whining pitiably.
"We can do this all day Denise. There is no one at all to
interrupt us and there is no one who can help you with your
*needs* . . . no one except me. The sooner you realize
this, the easier it will go for you. So, are you going to
get control of yourself?"
Denise had always hated being dependent on someone else,
and after the accident, she felt like a fish out of water.
But, with the arrival of her niece, she felt like she died
and woke up in hell. Tears welled in her eyes, as she
tried to forget about the aching need in her cunt. "Yes
April," she replied meekly.
"Pee-you, your breath stinks," April said as she held her
nose in disgust. "Let's get those teeth brushed." April
then picked up a toothbrush and put too much toothpaste on
it and held it in front of Denise's mouth. "Open wi-ide!"
Denise opened her mouth and April brushed her teeth from
behind. Denise could feel the younger girl's tuft of pubic
hair rubbing against her ass. It made her very conscious
of the lack of her own. As if this wasn't enough to
humiliate the older woman, the foam from the toothpaste was
dribbling from her mouth, running down to her breasts and
belly, as if she were a rabid animal. She closed her eyes
in front of the bathroom mirror so she wouldn't have to
look at herself anymore. Soon the brushing was finished
and she stood meekly while April's hands rubbed over her
body, until she began to respond once again. She didn't
want to give her niece the satisfaction, but no matter how
hard she tried, she couldn't seem to stop her body from
seeking her touch.
"That's my good girl." April held her aunt's chin up, so
she was forced to look at herself in the mirror. She was
rewarded with her aunt's deep blush. "Let's get something
to eat, and if you behave, I will give you a chance to have
a little cum, after we exercise," April wrapped a robe
around her body, picked up the black plastic bag and walked
off.
"Wait!" Denise shouted at the retreating girl. "What about
me? What do I wear?" she said, looking down at her
nakedness. 'God, I look like a slut!" she thought, as she
looked at her red puffy smooth-shaven slit.
"Don't dawdle or no cummy-cum-cum," she heard the faint
voice of her niece say.
'Oh God, I need it so bad,' Denise left the safety of the
bathroom and went searching for her niece; her body
jiggling and quivering with every step.
She found April in the kitchen pulling a plate out of the
microwave. Her niece took the plate to the table, walked
behind Denise and said, "Here, let me help you down."
"Bu-but", Denise tried to protest. Soon she found herself
being helped not into a seat, but into a kneeling position
at the foot of the breakfast room table.
Denise thought about her situation. She tried to figure
some way out of her current predicament. She could somehow
call for help, and that would get April out of the house,
but leave her no closer to an orgasm.
As hard as she tried, there seemed only one solution that
would allow her to get her niece to stop and be able to
have the orgasm she craved: She would have to go along
with the awful girl and then tonight she would call her
sister or her husband and tell them what was going on.
Well, maybe not everything, but at least enough for someone
to come and get April out of the house.
April was oblivious to the struggle going on inside of her
aunt's mind. She calmly sat down in the chair and began to
eat, totally ignoring the naked woman kneeling at her feet.
Denise felt her rage building again at this inconsiderate
treatment. So angry she risked the young girl's wrath.
"Where's mine?" she asked.
"There is no *yours*, there is only *mine* from now on or
at least the rest of this week. You get what I give you,"
she said, rolling her eyes at the older woman. She took a
french fry off her plate at held it out to her kneeling
Aunt. "Don't worry, Auntie, I'm not going to let you
starve."
Denise blushed deeply. She couldn't believe that her very
own flesh and blood was feeding her scraps from her plate
like a dog. She was hungry and told herself to obey at
least long enough to orgasm. She leaned forward and tried
to pull the fry out of the young girl's fingers. To her
dismay, April didn't let go and it broke off at the bottom.
She ate the fry and looked up hopefully at April, who was
busy ignoring her, eating from her plate with a fork.
"When you finish it, I'll give you another," April said
between mouthfuls.
Humiliated, Denise closed her mouth around the two fingers
and sucked and prodded with her tongue, until the rest of
the fry came free.
Denise was forced to eat more in this same manner. She
began to grow thirsty. She noticed her niece was drinking
wine. "April, you're not old en-" she began to lecture, but
then caught herself. No, she would wait until after then
tell her sister about April's misbehavior. "I mean, I'm
thirsty April, can I have something to drink?"
"Sure," responded April, took a swig of her wine, and
leaned her full mouth over to her Aunt.
'Surely, she can't expect me to . . .' Denise thought with
revulsion. She shook her head and was relieved when April
sat back up and swallowed the wine. She became upset
again, because she was still thirsty. Very thirsty.
April showed the almost empty cup to her Aunt. "Last
chance and it may just be your last chance for something
else as well," she said as she emptied the cup in her mouth
and leaned over to Denise once again.
Denise had never done anything remotely like this in her
life, but she rationalized it wasn't much different than
sharing someone's cup, although she wasn't much for doing
that either. She met her niece's mouth and their lips
pressed together then parted. Denise did her best to
swallow without making a mess while April explored her
mouth with her tongue.
Denise felt the pleasurable buzz of arousal return and
wondered why she was responding to this degrading
treatment. April stood up and fetched the bottle of wine
from the refrigerator, leaving the older woman to ponder
her mixed feelings.
When April sat back down, her robe hung open, exposing her
small breasts and sex. The young girl refilled her glass
then got a spoonful of corn. "Corn?" she asked, holding the
spoon out to Denise.
Denise nodded her head and opened her mouth for the corn,
but April didn't put the corn in Denise's mouth. She
placed it on her bare thigh.
'Is there no end to this girl's perversions?' Denise
wondered. She knew she had already been much more intimate
with her in the bathroom, so she resigned herself to the
act and ate the corn from the girl's thigh. She was
acutely aware of the downy blonde pussy, just inches from
her face. She could smell the scent of arousal from the
young girl's sex and closed her eyes, so she wouldn't have
to face the truth of her actions.
"You dropped one," April said, pointing to a stray kernel
of corn just under the inside of her thigh.
Denise stuck her head between April legs and tried to reach
the corn without success. "Please April, I can't reach
it," she begged.
April parted her legs, smiling as she watched her Aunt fish
the kernel out with her tongue. Next, she cut a piece of
Salisbury steak and held it between the parted lips of her
labia, waited for her Aunt to eat it.
"I can't," whined Denise in hopelessness. "I can't, I'd
rather suffer instead," she cried helplessly, as her
frustrations mounted.
"That can be arranged."
April put the food down and caressed the older woman's sex.
Soon, her aunt's body trembled and shook with arousal.
Then, April took the piece of steak and wiped it in and
around the Denise's flowing cunt. Once again, she returned
it to the parted lips of her sex.
"Please, this is torture!" Denise begged the horrible girl.
She looked for sympathy in the young girl's eyes and found
none. April reached to torment her aunt's frustrated sex
again.
'Anything but that!' Denise thought. She dove in to eat
the morsel of food.
With her stomach threatening to heave, Denise tried not to
think about where the steak had been as she took a bite of
it. She couldn't help but taste the strong flavor of her
sex.
April also made Denise work the remainder out from between
her fingers with her tongue. Denise tried not to touch the
disgusting girl's sex with her tongue, but it was necessary
in order to get at the small piece of steak.
April picked up another piece of steak and smeared the
gravy on her pussy, then pushed it up her tight channel
with an index finger. "Mmmm-mmm good!" she laughed,
pushing her pussy to the edge of the chair.
'What is she doing? What is she turning me into?' Denise
contemplated. It was obvious this went well beyond trying
to get her out of bed and motivated, and into an area of
sexual depravity and immorality.
"Eat it bitch," April said, "Eat it or we'll keep this up
all night and you'll have it for breakfast." April grabbed
her aunt painfully by the nose and pulled her within inches
of her cunt.
Having no choice in the matter, Denise stuck out her tongue
to lick this awful girl's sex, but April's sex was out of
the reach. She didn't seem to be in any rush to be pleased
by it.
"Nah, I don't think you want it." April looked down
superiorly at her aunt. "I think you would rather me tease
you all night and then let you eat it for breakfast."
"No, please April," begged Denise, her voice stupidly nasal
due to the fingers pinching her nose. "I-I want to eat
it."
"You want to eat what, nasty girl?" April pulled up on her
aunt's nose and forced the woman to look her in the eye.
"The steak. I want to eat the food in your vagina, April,"
pleaded the crying older woman.
"It's called a cunt, and call me Miss April." Her niece's
eyes flashed with anger.
With her body shaking with sobs, Denise begged. "Please,
Miss April, I want to eat from your cunt. Please, I'm
begging you."
"Dinner is served slut," sneered April as she let go of her
aunt's nose.
Denise pressed her mouth to the young girl's pussy and
stuck her tongue inside, searching for the steak buried
within. April, spread her legs widely and became
enraptured in the feeling of her aunt's probing tongue.
Soon, April could feel the steak moving inside her, as her
Aunt sought it with her tongue. The kneeling woman sucked
and soon rewarded with the steak popping out in her mouth.
Denise forced herself to swallow the morsel, without
gagging.
"You missed some," April said, pointing out the brown
gravy. Denise dutifully bathed the pink folds of flesh
with her tongue. Next, April grabbed a handful of food and
to Denise's disgust, smeared and mashed the mess all over
her sex. Worse, she picked up several more pieces of steak
and fries and forced them into her sex.
The young girl fucked herself with her finger. Her sloppy
sex, making squishing sounds as the food was driven deeply
into her cunt. She looked down at her handiwork and
smiled. "Ewww . . . that looks nasty, doesn't it? It's
perfect for a nasty girl like you."
April pressed her slimy finger against her aunt's tightly
clenched lips. She pulled the older woman's hair back,
until she relented and accepted the finger into her mouth.
She moved it in and out the woman's lips fucking it with
her digit.
"Mmmm . . . you've got me so fucking hot, Denise, I'm going
to cum all over your face." April removed her finger from
her aunt's mouth. She leaned forward, grabbed the older
woman's inflamed bare sex and began to torment it once
again.
"Nooo . . ." begged her aunt in anguish. Try as she might,
she couldn't stop her body from reacting to her domineering
niece; her hips thrust, her hard nipples ached, and her
sweaty body trembled under the young girl's touch.
"I bet that food in my pussy is looking pretty good to you
right now, isn't it, nasty girl?" April removed her finger
from Denise's sex and made her lick it clean.
"Mmmf -- Yesh, April," she gasped around the probing
finger.
April snatched out her finger and slapped her aunt's
defenseless face - not hard enough to hurt, but enough to
get her attention. "That's Miss April to you bitch! I was
beginning to feel sorry for you, you piece of trash, but
you just blew your chance to cum!"
"No please," begged Denise. Though her mind was still
reeling from the slap, her body still craved something to
satisfy her aching need. "Please Miss April, I want to eat
your pussy. I *need* to eat it."
"Too late for that now bitch. Call me Mistress and beg to
eat all your meals from my cunt. Otherwise, I will keep you
on edge until Tom comes home."
Denise struggled uselessly against the casts and slings
binding both her arms. She cried, she sobbed, she begged,
but when she looked up there was no sympathy to be found in
her niece's icy blue eyes. Defeated, she hung her head
down in shame and a pitiful whine escaped her throat. "I'm
begging you M-m-mistress, p-please let me eat . . . all my
m-meals from your. . . cunt."
"Eat me you nasty bitch and you better make it convincing,
if you want to cum tonight!" April demanded. She leaned
back and spread her legs obscenely.
Denise kissed the food covered lips of her young niece's
sex. She ran her tongue over the delicate pink folds of
and looked up for approval. April just yawned and looked
at her disapprovingly. "You're pathetic. Let me know when
you're ready to do it right!" The young girl shoved her
aunt's face away from her pussy dismissively.
The blood drained out of Denise's face, as she looked up at
her niece in hopeless desperation. She wanted to say that
she hated doing it and she had never done such a thing
before. How could she be expected to do it right? But the
threat. She needed to cum and she if she didn't have it
soon, she would go mad. Her eyes widened in alarm at the
thought, and then she dove into the girl's food covered
sex, hungrily licking and sucking every morsel and smidgeon
of food from her niece's cunt.
"Oh fuck! That's right, eat you cunt hungry dyke. You love
it don't you?"
Denise didn't answer. She was too busy with her task. She
wanted it over as soon as possible.
"I said don't you, you fucking slut?" April demanded.
Denise moaned loudly, nodding her head vigorously in the
young girl's pussy. She was afraid to move her mouth from
her niece's pussy, lest she lose her chance to cum.
"Lesh," she slurred, as she removed a few bits of corn from
the teenager's light blonde pubes. After the outside was
thoroughly clean, she began to lick and suck at the girl's
narrow opening.
As the food that was packed up inside April's cunt began to
slide out, she began to feel the familiar sensation of
pleasure begin to build up around it. "Oh God, you are
going to make me cum, you little pussy licker. Ah . . . ah
. . . fuck it! Suck it! Eat it you hungry whore! Oh,
here it cums ... ugh cumming again ah - ah - ohhhhhhh."
April cried. Her body was wracked by spasms of pleasure.
Poor Denise's mouth was full of the food that had been
packed into the young girl's sex and the copious nectar
from her orgasm. She was appalled by the sickening mixture
in her mouth, but she took a deep breath and obediently
swallowed it all. She tried to think of sundaes and
cookies to quell the uneasiness in her stomach. Worse,
April lay languidly in the chair in a state of post-coital
bliss, while poor Denise was frustrated beyond belief,
kneeling down on her aching knees.
"Say thank you Mistress, for allowing me to pleasure you,"
April said, stroking her aunt's hair.
'Isn't it enough that you molest and abuse me? Must you
humiliate me more, by making me beg and thank you for it?'
wondered Denise. But, she didn't dare say those words and
risk angering this girl who held so much power over her.
She looked down submissively and whispered, "Thank you
Mistress, for allowing me to pleasure you."
"Very good Denise. Ya know, I don't think I like your name
very much. It doesn't suit you. I think I'm going to call
you Nasty - no, make that Neesie . . .my Neesie girl."
Denise blushed at her new name. She was the adult here and
here she was . . . being called Neesie, by her niece.
"Spread those knees apart Neesie, let me get a good look at
your cum hungry cunt," April ordered.
The older woman obediently spread her legs for the young
girl. "Wider. Wider," April encouraged, until her aunt's
knees were over a shoulder's width apart. Then the
teenager wiggled her index finger, just out of reach of her
aunt's clit.
Desperate for stimulation, Denise moved her hips forward,
until her mound of venus bulged from the front of her body.
April didn't even give the older woman the pleasure of
touching her clit. It was too bad, because just one
feather-like touch on that tiny organ would have been
enough to grant Denise release from her torment.
"Stay right there, while I go get changed for exercise.
And don't you dare move Neesie or you will never forget
your punishment," April ordered.
Denise found herself watching the cheeks of her niece's ass
flash from the bottom of her short robe, as the young girl
walked out of the room. The sight made her pussy throb
with arousal. 'God, what is happening to me," Denise
wondered with hopeless desperation. 'I'm not gay. I'm not
. . .'
To be continued . . .
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