An incest saga between aunt and nephew (narrator) and latter's onward affairs which includes a mother-son, a brother-sister and some lesbian relationships.
Sincerre LeMore as Sharon
Skin Diamond as Suzanne
Diamond Jackson as Delilah
Nyomi Banxxx as Nancy
Jada Fire as Becky
Monique as Zoya
Main Characters: Sharon, Suzanne, Phillip (Peanut)
I was staying at my aunt's house during the initial days of my college as my parents were in a different city and yet to move to this city where my college is located. My aunt (mom's sister) Sharon stayed with my widowed granny and took care of her. In her absence, some neighbour would look after her. Unlike my religious and conservative mom, my aunt is liberal and progressive. Back then, she was about 40 and unmarried. She was 6 feet tall, curly hair dyed blond and black, olive complexion and athletic build. Her measurements were 36D-28-36. She had a tongue piercing and the words "Slut" and "Lust" tattooed on her two armpits. She liked to paint nails black. I got to know that she had a girlfriend Suzanne whom she used to home tutor. Suzanne was half her age and studied literature at a local college. Besides tutoring her girlfriend, sheworked as a book editor.
It was a small apartment and there was only one bathroom. Sometimes when my aunt used that, she would not bolt the door and just leave it ajar. I cannot say if it was deliberate. In that situation, I could see her naked reflection in the white marble tiles of the wall. Even if the door were closed, she would be visible in her naked glory through the slit in the door. That was how I watched her shaving her pussy with my razor and cream. That aroused me so much that I began having frequent erections despite jerking off a couple of times.
At night, when I was on my bed trying to sleep, aunt came to me. I closed my eyes, covered myself with sheet and pretended to sleep. She said, "You can't bluff me, Peanut. You're not sleeping." I replied, "I'm almost there." She chuckled at this and said, "Why are you under the sheet? Are you feeling cold?" "Slightly", I answered. "Come, sleep with us (she and granny)." "I'm fine here." "Don't try to hide it from me. I can see your dick upright. How can you go to sleep while your cock is awake?" She remarked casually.
I was highly embarrassed. She was wearing her chiffon gown and her shape pierced through it. That perhaps, at that moment, made my dick an inch bigger. Was she seducing me? No, she was not. She was her usual self. Granny would often complain when aunt wore those dresses which she did not approve, or the jewelries that seemed inappropriate. Aunt would argue and eventually ignore her. And I chose to be a mute witness during those exchanges.
"Who is responsible for this plight of yours, Peanut? Who is the girl you're lately thinking of?" She interrogated. "I can't tell you. You must not ask me." "Personal? Is she more personal to you than your aunt?" I did not answer. "Let me check your prick and find out what's wrong with it." Saying this, she slid her hand into my pants. Before she could grab it, I gripped her hand and removed it. "Why don't you go to sleep?" "Unless I put you to sleep, I'm not going to sleep." "And how do you think you can make my hard-on disappear?" "Have you ever shaved down there?" "No." "You have a great outgrowth on your groin. You must get rid of that."
Back then I was only 18 and pretty innocent about all this. So her advice made sense to me. "Could that be the reason she was shaving her pubes? But she doesn't have a penis." I started wondering. "How can pubic hair be responsible for erection?" "Have you ever seen me getting an erection?" I nodded in negative. "That's because I shave regularly. I keep my crotch clean." "But you don't have a penis!" "We girls have clitoris similar to the boys' penis but it's much tinier. To keep it like that, we keep its surroundings free from hairs." I was sufficiently convinced and agreed to shave my crotch. She said, "You have never done that before. Let me it this time and show how it's done."
She took me to the bathroom and dexterously shaved me. While doing the task, she narrated an intriguing suspense story which occupied me all along. By the time the job was done, my erection had disappeared and her silly logic became part of my wisdom. She told that I would not have unwanted erections provided I clean it timely or whenever the problem resurfaces, and that I would have to do it next time and she would oversee it. I went back to my bed and slept nicely.
The other day, I chose to sleep beside her. Late night suddenly I woke up and I felt an urge to kiss her on lips. I had watched a French kiss in a movie that day. I tried to control myself for a while but finally gave in to my instinct. I kissed her lips softly fearing she might wake up. Should I seek her permission? But I should not wake her up. As my lips touched hers, she turned sides and the dare remained unaccomplished. Is she awake? Is it wrong to kiss your aunt on lips? But she herself pecked me on lips several times. I went back to sleep. After a while, I felt a touch on my lips which grew deeper soon. Aunt was kissing me. I did not open my eyes and surrendered my mouth to hers. I pretended to be asleep but not for long. I stopped acting passive and responded to her with equal measure. She hugged me close to herself till my chest pressed her boobs to half.
We stayed mouth locked for about half an hour after which aunt got up and went inside the bathroom. I followed her. It was bolted this time. I looked through the slit. She was sitting on the toilet seat she rubbed her pussy, fingered it deep and vigorously brought it to orgasm. Juices sprang forth. I had never witnessed such an act before. It was similar to what I do to myself at times yet different from that. She was masturbating. She emerged moments later but did not go back to bed. The night was over for her. I took to bed before she could catch me spying on her.
One day when I was shaving my pubic hair and she was watching me, I asked her if she can show her clit. She obliged immediately and pulled back her clithood to reveal her clit. I felt it with my fingers. It was quite like a penis, but small and underdeveloped. "Kiss it." "Kiss what?" "The clit." I hesitated. "Come on!" I obeyed. "Suck it like you want to suck my tit." I heeded. "Wait, how does she know that?" I thought and asked her, "How do you know that I want to suck your tit?" "That's a guess. It's common for boys to have that desire for such good tits as these."
She was right. I sucked on her little prick. It felt strange at first but then I was at it like a habit. Her clit enlarged a little as my mouth interacted with it. "Put these fingers into my pussy and move them like this." She seized my middle and ring fingers, and showed the movements. I obliged immediately. I put my right hand inside her vagina. I felt her wetness. She came a couple of times on my hand. She also licked it clean afterwards. "Dig my ass with your left thumb with its tip pressing frontwards." I did not delay. She came in no time. She licked my thumb clean. "Take out your fingers. Put your tongue inside my pussy and kiss it as you like." I granted her wish.
Things came to a halt after this as my parents moved to the city and I moved with them. Our new house was only five miles from aunt's den. My exams arrived soon after and I did not see my aunt for about a month. She and granny visited our new house during the housewarming. Since then, granny had been with us. After the exams, I went to my aunt's place. She greeted me with a French kiss. Ushering me in, she proceeded to the kitchen. She was wearing a loose white top and no underwear. I was so turned on. "I want to fuck you." I thought out loud. She slapped me hard but did not tell a word. I was about to walk out when she held my arm and stopped me. "Why are you leaving?" I did not answer. "Are you angry at me because I hit you?" I was but I kept mum. "If you wish, you can hit me." I wished to fuck her, not hit her. I did not respond. "Lift me. Let me see if how strong you are." I did not budge. "You want to fuck me, right? Come on. Prove yourself." "Does she really mean it?" I thought to myself. She threw her arms around my neck and told me to lift her up by her thighs. Did I have enough power to bear her weight? I decided to try.
After some struggle, I surprised myself as I succeeded in lifting her. Her hips rested on my arms as she rewarded me with another French kiss. "Fuck me like this. Can you?" I accepted the challenge. She unbuttoned my pants and removed her top. I lowered her to push my prick into her pussy. Although I could penetrate her, it was difficult to manoeuvre her. She put her one leg down to relieve me. It was a smooth play thereon. We made love for an hour or so, and then settled down for the lunch after which we embraced each other into a siesta.
She had insisted me to stay back for dinner but due to some work, I had to return. Few days later, I dropped at her place in the evening without notifying her in order to surprise her. But my mom spoilt my plan by telling her beforehand on phone that I was visiting her. Anyways, I was welcomed as before. But this time she was dressed in steel jewelries from face to feet. She wore a twofold metal headband, a septum ring chained to her two ears, hoop earrings, a neck ring, threefold nipple chain, a threefold belly chain, bracelets and anklets. Her wavy hair was dyed black and dropped to her waist. She presented herself as a concubine from a harem. "Are you belly dancing?" "No, just to surprise you." So the plan had backfired. "I'm richly surprised." "Would you like me to lap dance?" "Are you kidding me?" "Of course not. I'm serious." "Is there a condition?" "There is but first you must reply." "Yes, I'd love to see you seduce me." She closed the windows, pulled the curtains, turned off the lights and lit some candles. "Strip!" I obeyed. "Sit on the chair." I sat on the wooden chair. Then she put two bangles on my wrists, took my hands behind my back and put a lock across them.
My boner was bare. An Arabic track began playing. Her bedecked beauty appeared in view. I was mesmerized and awestruck as I watched her move in style, drifting near and far, twerking and shaking. At the same time, I was horny as fuck. She could see it but she did not stop. Sometimes she would place her pussy or ass on my erection and withdrew after a move or two, and I would shoot a cumload which fell on the ground or her body but she would carry on as though she saw it coming, as if something more was in store.
The teaser went on for an hour and I was totally spent. Before she unlocked me, she sucked my cock to the core like a real whore. She then offered me yogurt to invigorate me. It took me half an hour to rebuild my boner. I shoved it into her ass this time and unloaded all the yogurt inside her. We then indulged in some wax play and oil play.
That night I stayed back and slept with her. She had removed all jewelries. We both went to the bed naked. I rolled towards her and started playing with her tits while I let her finger my ass and play with by balls. I pressed her boobs and sucked her nipples. Intermittently we liplocked and nibbled on each other's skin. From breasts, I shifted to her armpits. I licked her tattoos and kissed her underarm hair follicles. She took out her fingers and licked them clean. She then asked me to sit on her face and insert my balls into her mouth. She sucked them like candies. When she had enough, I replaced my balls with my boner and deep throated her as I unleashed my jizz at the base of her tongue.
"Do you have a boyfriend, besides me?" "No." "You never had?" "Well, I dated my handsome French teacher for a year. And then I slept with Becky's (aunt's sister-in-law) dad to marry his daughter to Jeff (aunt's brother). I fucked him to his last breath. Then I had a long affair with Capri, our domestic help, for five years, till she got married and left the job. Then I met Lynn, the girl who drew my underarm tattoos. She was my partner for three years. Then she moved to another part of the world. For a year, I dated some random people, mostly women. Then I discovered Suzanne. She did a short stint as a stripper at the nightclub where we met. It has been two years of our togetherness."
In the wee hours, I woke up with a start. "You lustful dirty slut! You filthy fucking bitch, shameless incestuous whore! I'll bang your breasts so bad that it'll blow your brains out." Roused by my shouts, she might not have heard all that I said. I just acted out a fantasy that came to me in a dream. And before she could react, I sat on her midriff and pushed my cock through her cleavage as I pressed her fat boobs together. "Sorry baby, I suddenly had this strong urge to call you names." "It's alright, my precious piece of shit!" Her hand prodded my anus. I came hard. She wiped the cum with her other hand and put it in her mouth.
"Lie down." She commanded me. I lied down. She sat on my face with her sweet fanny on my mouth. I laid my hands firmly on her breasts and consumed her cunt. She grabbed my hair and rubbed her twat against my face. She was wild and rough. The more she crushed my head with her weight, the tighter my mouth gripped on to her pussy. She was such an insatiable woman.
I left my aunt after the breakfast. Aunt told me she would be out of the town for a week. I asked her if I could join her to which she said no. I insisted but she did not budge. I was not allowed. She did not reveal where she was going. Apparently, she kept the destination a secret from mom as well. That evening, I got the idea to follow her, if possible. So I went to her house. Fortunately, she had not left yet. She was surprised to see me. I told her that I had come to see her off. She disapproved of this too at first but then relented. Her scheduled flight was during late night. She refused to divulge the flight destination. I did not even know whether she was going alone or if somebody accompanied her.
I saw her off at the airport. I had dropped my small cellphone into a vestigial pocket of her luggage bag. I kept it in silence mode and I would ring it every five minutes. The moment it would not ring will tell me when the flight took-off. This was the plan, and it worked as expected. The take-off time enabled me to learn that the flight was bound to Singapore and it should reach in five hours. I realized that the "spy" phone would become unreachable due to network limitation when it would be in a foreign land. So it was not be possible to tell if she would take a connecting flight or not. With these thoughts, I returned.
Back home, as I deliberated on it, it struck me that Suzanne might know about her partner's adventure, and she might quench my curiosity provided she had not accompanied her on the journey. So I met Suzanne the next day and informed her in a devastated mood that aunt had disappeared, and I desperately any hint which she could share in that regard. It took a while to convince her that aunt was missing for two days and she had not left any clue with us. I needed to extract information from her then and there lest she should contact her and find out my lie.
My guess turned out to be correct. Suzanne told me that aunt was in Singapore to meet Lynn, her ex, who was visiting Singapore with her husband. She would be back in five days. I thanked her for the information and took leave of her. Although we had met several times before but in aunt's presence, that was my first meeting with her in aunt's absence. She was about 2" shorter than aunt, short black hair, fair complexion and average build. Her measurements were roughly 34C-26-34.
"I've brought you a gift from Singapore", was the first thing she said to me when she returned, handing me a small gift box. "What is it?" "See for yourself." I opened the box and sank deep in embarrassment. It was the "spy" phone! It had completely escaped my mind. Suddenly a hard backhand slap on my left cheek. "Get out of my house." I was ordered. She was furious at me. I violated her privacy. I apologized. I begged forgiveness. But she stood her ground. Seeing no other way, I approached Suzanne. She was relentless at first but on much pleading, she softened. I requested her to appease my aunt. She assured me that she would try. Following that, I met her several times just to discuss if she had made any progress, but her answer would be negative and she would ask me to meet her some other day. This went on for a month. Gradually, she replaced my aunt as my object of obsession. We began making out. Despite her age, she turned out to be as good as aunt.
I did not know if aunt knew of this affair or not. Suzanne said she had not told my aunt about this. I felt she was lying because her intimacy with aunt is older than mine. But I knew that she was still dating her. I was more than okay with that for it preserved the feeling of making love to her through her lover. Suzanne rarely mentioned about aunt whenever we paired up. She would resign even if I tried to talk about aunt. It was the same when I used to be in aunt's company. Suzanne hardly figured in our conversations. Both of them are too cautious in this regard.
One day, when I was at Suzanne's place making out with her when aunt arrived. Suzanne opened the door almost immediately. I was in a fix. But Suzanne was not. She returned tome and resumed her business in full view of aunt. Aunt watched us for a while,then began slapping our bodies as we fucked each other. I was too occupied with Suzanne to make a move at aunt. But Suzanne did. She left me and went down on aunt. I followed her lead and plunged my mouth between her breasts. I licked her cleavage, sucked her tits and kissed her armpits after which as I was about to kiss her lips, she pushed me aside and became busy with Suzanne. So I started licking her feet earnestly. After some time, she and Suzanne got up,forcefully stretched my hands and legs and tied them apart, while my cock remained in rapt attention watching my two favorite ladies trib vigorously in front of me. It was so erotic that I ejaculated without touching and stroking my dick. After shooting a few loads, it started aching. My limbs were paining as well. I was in a pitiable state but they were too busy to take pity on me.The trib session was succeeded by a squirting session. I was entirely drained out but my erection did not die.
After the squirt play, they kissed each other and I was released. They allowed me to join them in a sexy shower. Both ladies now let me take advantage of them, or rather,they took advantage of me as they frolicked with my balls and fingered my butthole pressed on the prostate. Cum leaked out of my pecker and carried away in the water. Post shower, aunt took us to a nearby restaurant that served insects and worms. I was revulsive at first. I had never tasted them before. But on a little insistence, I thought I should better not upset my aunt again. Suzanne whispered that if I wanted the taste of aunt's cunt back in my life, I needed to eat those creepy creatures. I took her advice and ingested what was offered.It was, to my wonder, not awful. And I asked for some other species to be brought despite being ignorant of the feeling it would confer to my mouth.
A year later, after Suzanne graduated with her bachelor's degree, she moved to England to pursue her Master's leaving behind her parents, but not her girlfriend. Aunt left behind granny in our care, me to my destiny, and followed her love.
Characters: Delilah, Dwayne, Nancy, Philip (Peanut)
I met young Dwayne at a marathon event and introduced myself as Phillip, a second year Mechanical engineering student. Later he introduced me to his mom, Delilah, who was an English teacher at a high school. She had been separated for two years from her estranged spouse. I was good at giving advices, so she used to take my counsel whenever she would be troubled about her idiot husband, Jordan, who was not willing to give her divorce unless she gives him the possession of their son. Sixteen year-old Dwayne favored his mom, and regarded him as his good friend and informally his math tutor.
One night, while her son had gone for a sleepover at his bestfriend's house, Delilah invited me for dinner which I accepted. After the dinner, we had a long discussion on pedagogy. She liked my ideas and I endorsed hers. The conversation went till one hour past midnight. She told me that I could spend the night at her place if I wanted. I hesitated but gave in to her insistence. Her son had locked his room to keep his mom away from his stuffs. So she told me that I could share her bed. Again my reluctance was defeated by her insistence. And I ended up sleeping beside her. Although I was turned on, I dared not make a move. I was lying with my back at her. An hour later, I gave up my effort to make myself sleep and turned towards her. And I felt a jolt to find her staring at me. As I was about to say something to mitigate my shock, she dashed at me and gripped my lips by hers with vehemence. For a moment, I was stupefied, and then my hands began to feel her swelled up udders. She hugged me tightly, grabbed my boner and slid it into her pussy. Then she rolled on top of me with legs folded like a frog and confined my cock completely. I came hard inside her but that did not dissuade her. Her mouth stayed engaged with mine and her pussy gnawed my cock like a dog gnaw a bone. Soon she had a powerful orgasm and my organ was thoroughly soaked. She did not halt nor did she get off my body. She was heavy and horny.
That was the longest kiss my lips were subjected to. I freed my dick and my mouth from her hold, pulled her hips to place her pussy to my jaw in order to eat her like she ate my mouth. I then brought my both legs in front of her body and then stretched to arched her trunk and locked into that position as I deftly devoured her cunt. Delilah squealed and squirmed. She squirted inside my mouth and I gulped her juices.
The next morning, observing my silence, she apprehended the reason and said, "What are you thinking? Anything worrying you?" I replied, "Should you have cheated on Jordan? I'm sorry for my actions last night." She chuckled and said, "You should be proud of your actions. I don't feel the least guilt for mine. After a long time I've found such satisfaction. I feel myself rediscovered. I'd have done it a long ago if I met you earlier. You know, Jordan cheated on me with her best friend, Jessica, and hid it from me for half a year. I came to know of it from Dwayne. When Jordan's not ashamed of his misdeeds, why should I be? I wished Jordan witnessed us make love." "What if Dwayne learns about us?" Delilah burst into laughter and said, "Why do you think Dwayne will desert his dear mommy in this empty loneliness? He likes you and wants me to admire you." "He's so considerate of you." "He sure is."
"Will you mind if I ask you something?" "Go ahead." "Dwayne is such a handsome boy. Do you have any hots for him given that you have such a huge appetite?" "If you would have put this question some other time, I would have asked you to leave at once and forever. But now that I'm aware of the depth of my sexuality, I realize that I've at times desired him not as my son but as a partner. Sometimes I'd get wet down there when he's around me. I can tell that it has more to do with some of his uncanny resemblances with my sexy French teacher during my college. I had a massive crush on him. And, I guess, that has translated to Dwayne. It's difficult to suppress those instincts every time they show up. Perhaps I'd have succumbed very soon had you not entered my life." "Is Phillip the name of your French teacher?" "Right. That was his name. Do you know him?" "No. But he taught my aunt too. By the way, has my name made you fall for me?" "I can't deny it. But of course, that's not the only thing." "The other thing, I guess, is your libido." Delilah laughed and quipped, "Yet another thing is your sense of humor."
Some days later, Nancy called me up and asked me to meet her. She invited me to her house, which she shared with her husband who was mostly gay and for most of the time away. She told me that she wanted some lesbian relationship. She had known quite a few lesbian and bisexual women but for some reason or other, it never worked out to the bed. Either she did not like them, or they were not ready to cheat on their partners, or she was too afraid to ask. She mentioned one case in particular. She concealed the girl's name at first and described her at length. That girl initiated her into this girl-girl thing but broke up after a couple of flings because she had got a partner and thought Nancy was too novice. I soon figured out who the girl was and when I told her the name, she was caught by surprise. It was Suzanne. When she asked me how I knew her, I told that she's my aunt's girlfriend but did not tell her about my affair with her. But I assured her that I would help her out based on my study of my aunt, Sharon.
Nancy also told me about the other day when she tried to kiss Delilah who backed off and scorned at her action. She wanted to mend their friendship and set her up with me. That exactly was my intention as well. So I accepted the challenge. Nancy was no less beautiful than Delilah. I wondered why she had had a difficult luck with girls. I knew it was going to be tough as far as Delilah was concerned since she had just found a new playmate in her son. Nancy had no knowledge of this taboo affair.
I decided to begin with role play wherein I played her girlfriend. I would dress and behave as a girl around her. I modelled my girl character after Suzanne, but named myself Roxanne. She liked to mould me into the image of Suzanne as far as possible with fake hair, fake breasts, even a fake vagina, and free from body hair, nails sharpened and polished, and eyes highlighted. The fake accessories belonged to her husband who liked to crossdress. Although I was new to it I soon blended into it. Her make-up skills were as good as her vocal skills. We would then engage in some lesbian action like she had imagined and I had witnessed.
This way a month passed. We did not make much progress with Delilah but we had become comfortable with ourselves. Of course, we had not let anybody know of all this crazy stuff we had been doing. We watched a lot of girl-girl scenes to get ideas to construct our act. Being in the role of a girl, I could penetrate Nancy only with a strapon and she could do the same to my ass. She gave me vocal lessons so that I could have a speech like Suzanne which I managed with some practice. She felt now a deep emotional connection with Roxanne and I too had assumed a double personality. Sometimes when I realized my shortcomings of being a male, I felt suffocated.
As Roxanne, sometimes I would jealous of Delilah when Nancy expressed her feelings for her. Sometimes, I would see Delilah from Roxanne's eyes and covet her. Delilah had noticed this change in me and had enquired me but I gave out no word. My love for her as Phillips and my love for Nancy began to conflict. I could not be both and with both of them at the same time. And before I lose my head from this dangerous game, I decided to end it. I made Roxanne break up with Nancy for the latter's interest in Delilah although she insisted against it despite the fortune that Delilah had now taken a liking for her sexually.
I did not think that making Delilah accept Nancy would be so easy. For a month, I tried to talk her into this but she rejected it outright. I had not yet told her of Nancy's preparedness for her. And I wanted to keep her ignorant of this until Nancy surprises her. When words failed, I could resort to the old and established method. I considered threatening her that if she did not get back with Nancy and this time sexually too, I would reveal her dirty secret with her son. But I kept that trick for last and came with a better idea.
I decided to enlist Dwayne's help. I knew Dwayne was fond of lesbian and would love to see his mom having sex with another woman. Both he and me stopped fucking her as long as she did not make love to Nancy. This predicament imposed by us made her relent. She agreed to welcome Nancy and fuck her provided Nancy would not object. On the appointed date at the appointed time, we removed ourselves from the scene. But we had set up a camera and sound recorders to watch the most awaited event live from Nancy's house.
Nancy tried to talk but Delilah was not interested. Short of words, Nancy began to sang, in her seductive voice, another provocative Arabic number. But unlike the last time, this time she explained the lyrics beforehand. And before the song was over, Delilah began to feel the heat and started touching herself. But she did not made a move towards her guest. Song over, Nancy kept mum. But soon Delilah requested her for a repeat as she continued to play with herself. Nancy started again and before she could finish, Delilah beckoned her to her seat, grabbed Nancy's head and put her mouth to her wet cunt. Nancy's lips and tongue began working on their long cherished assignment. And she proved herself. She first teased Delilah's pussy for about fifteen minutes, then buried her tongue deep inside her stroking and her licking her interior while her fingers played with her clit. Delilah groaned, sometimes aloud, sometimes hushed. She had surrendered to Nancy. She squirmed and trembled. Her juices flowed out of her crevices went down the vocalist's throat.
Nancy persevered at her love's pussy for nearly an hour like a perennial source of panacea. Then she got up and kissed Delilah who gradually shifted her kiss southwards along Nancy's sweet body and concluded at her cunt. Both were now on the floor with Nancy on her back and Delilah on her four licking her lover's pussy. She did not spend time in teasing and immersed herself in its tenderness and drank Nancy's nectar from it. Half an hour later, they disconnected. They kissed once again and then sat there tired looking at each other. Delilah smiled at her partner. Nancy smiled back and carried herself to her. She then put her right hand fingers inside Delilah's pussy, and soon her entire hand was in that cave. With her left hand she slapped and groped her groin. Nancy began fisting her fastidiously and made her love come a couple of times. She removed her hand and pushed her right foot into the vagina and pressed on the groin with her left heel. Delilah came again. Nancy licked her clean and passed on the taste to her love with a deep kiss.
Delilah then fetched a bunch of cloth clips, and attached them to Nancy's nipples, tits, armpits, labia and her crotch. Then she teased her pussy with her finger. Nancy moaned in painful pleasure. Delilah shoved her finger into her lover's butt and massaged her prostrate. And shortly afterwards, Nancy climaxed and squirted hard. Delilah cupped her hands and collected some of it, then gulped all of it. She redid the thing and lo! another spurt emerged. Delilah's delight was immeasurable as she measured Nancy's sapid outpour and savoured it. Encore!
Delilah slowly removed the cloth clips off Nancy's skin and kissed all the bruises, particularly the plump breasts. To relieve her burnt cunt, Nancy crossed her body against Delilah and rubbed her pussy against hers. The tribbing lasted for about fifteen minutes after which they retired for lunch. It was already late, four-thirty on the clock. We were thrilled and aroused from watching all that hot racy girl-girl action. Big Dwayne unloaded a couple of times.
Another semester of studies was over. I had not been to Delilah's or Nancy's place for over a month. First thing after exams, I rushed to Nancy's residence. Nancy and Delilah were now going steady. But Dwayne was still deprived from penetrating a pussy. Nancy was still in dark about the thing with the mom and the son. Delilah wanted Nancy to fuck her son. But she was reluctant. So we had decided to sort this out. At Nancy's place, unexpectedly, I met her husband, Jeremy. He seemed a nice person. He told me that he is dating Timothy, a guy of my age, that how comfortable he makes him feel. They met at a marathon, (So did Dwayne and I.) and liked each other. In the following months, they came closer and fell in love. Then he expressed his wish. He told me that he would like watch his wife peg me with a strapon. We had done it before but only when I was Roxanne. Now, Jeremy liked to see Nancy in the role of a man named Vincent. I looked at Nancy. She looked at Jeremy. She had never introduced me to this personality of hers. I was curious. After giving it some thought, she agreed. She went inside to change. In the meanwhile, we played pool.
About an hour later, Vincent made his appearance. It was so distinct a person that it took me a while to assure myself it's Nancy underneath. She wore neither beard nor moustache yet she appeared manly. Even her voice and manners were nothing like Nancy. But Vincent was all the same attractive. And I fell for him. I kissed him and felt his cock for a while and then surrendered him my ass to be sodomized. He thrusted his thick dick inside my hole which was once invaded by my aunt. My cock was hard as rock. I was desperate to shove it somewhere real. I wished for Vincent's ass. But at the same time I didn't want to let go of his dick. Soon I felt I was about to cum and I didn't want to waste my load. So I quickly reached for his mouth and forced my boner inside. "Drink!" I ordered him and emptied myself completely. And he drank it like a smoothie.
Jeremy was pleased with that display. Vincent went inside to change. I settled to have a chat with Jeremy. I asked him whether he was a bi or gay, whether he still love his wife as a woman. He told me that he identifies himself as gay and then talked about his partner Jeff recounting some of their memorable adventures that cemented their bond. I figured out that his playmate was none other than my uncle Jeff. The "small world" phrase showed up in my face. In the course of that conversation, I came to know that he was a lawyer. I discussed Delilah's case with him and he agreed to help. Not much later, Nancy entered the scene and next, we took leave of Jeremy and headed for Delilah's address.
On the way I enquired her about her reservations for Dwayne. She said she considered it immoral to fuck her bestie's son. I argued that it was only her bestie's wish to get her son laid on his eighteenth birthday which was the next day, and that Delilah needed her to be at his side that very midnight. Nancy said it was long since she had been straight, and acting straight now can jeopardize her present sexual identity. Then I gave her the instance of her role of Vincent which she played a while ago and asked her if it caused her any identity crisis. I told her that it was just a one time thing, and afterwards she could regain her lesbian persona. But it still did not get into her head. Then I told her if the idea having sex with her partner's son did not make her horny, after all he's just a part of her. Perhaps this suggestion got her, or perhaps she herself came up with a suggestion to break this deadlock.
She proposed she would play some other woman, not herself, and perform with Dwayne like she played Vincent with me. I immediately seconded her but then she wondered who she should portray. I told her that he fancied his mom a lot and was desperate to penetrate her pussy, so she should come before him as Delilah, more so since she was already familiar with her mannerisms. I had doubts if she would be okay with this taboo act. I still had not told her about their incest. She fell silent for about five minutes. I did not interrupt her train of thoughts. After the brief spell of silence, she gave her nod.
To play Delilah's double, all she was required to do was change her hairstyle, wear brown contact lens and Delilah's characteristic deep-plunge V-neck surplice blouse and denim shorts. We entered a shopping mall for her makeover and I called up Delilah to come over. In a couple of hours the transformation was complete and the two ladies now looked like twins. They made a lot of heads turn as they walked around. I told Delilah about the plan and she was pepped up. Nancy now named herself Daliah, and made us call her by this new name. It was not difficult for me to tell them apart but I wondered if Dwayne would be able to tell between the two.
We came at Delilah's place and began awaiting Dwayne who had gone to a game with his friends. Daliah was little nervous and anxious about how it would unfold while we were busy assuring her. Delilah showed her Dwayne's stuffs to help her get familiar with her son, his tastes and interests. I, on the other hand, texted Dwayne and hinted him about this new guest his mom had brought in for a sleepover, and that she was Nancy was twin sister, but did not tell that she was identical to his mom. I thought it would be better to let him realize that on his own. The enticement worked, and he skipped dinner with his friends to reach home early! I had asked to Delilah to not be around when her son would be home. I left with her before Daliah received Dwayne. I had told him that I was taking his mom and Nancy away so he can be private dinner with Daliah.
Our plan worked perfectly fine. Nancy, as Daliah, did not disappoint. In fact, she surprised herself how straight she could act. Dwayne was left asking for more. He was calling her "mom" all the time, and she did her best to be what his mom wished she could be in real. On Dwayne's demand Nancy had to reprise her role a couple more times before there were new developments.
During my next semester, Nancy left Jeremy and moved into Delilah's residence. Dwayne moved to another city for his college. He hooked up with Diane, who was a senior. With Jeremy's help, Delilah won the custody of her son. She and Jordan were now divorced. Within a week of their divorce, her ex-husband married his girlfriend Jessica, and settled in Canada.
Jeff and Becky's marriage had been in the rough patch. However, it was only recently that they separated. Jeff chose to move out allowing Becky to keep their house. They had no children but had plenty of cats and kittens receiving most of their affection and attention. Becky got to keep them too when Jeff abandoned her. Nobody knew where Jeff went except me. Becky thought he had left her for another woman. But I knew the truth and I kept it from her.
She was an attractive, fair-skinned and short-haired housewife. With a face akin to Bettie Page, she would have been a successful pinup model. I always had a thing for her and had a hunch that one day I would hump her. Even before Jeff broke up with her, I was slowly building my rapport with her. I lifted her spirits through my wits, and along with her cats amused her as she would be lonely and depressed otherwise. And Jeff would not object to my incursions into his home. By the time he left her, I had become an essential pet to Becky. But till now neither she nor me had made our relationship sexual. We were just friends, good friends.
Becky confided in me a secret which she guarded close to her life. She had a brother Jason who was in the army. He would visit her once or twice a year. A bachelor by choice, he was tall, handsome and strong. He kept his head shaved and beard at the bottom of his chin. While he would be a guest at her house, they would have a steamy sex. She would rub her cunt against his skull and chin, and come on his face. He would eat her out and suck her clit. In revenge, she would give him a head and fill her mouth with his balls. The deficit created by Jeff in the long interlude would be neutralized in a few minutes.
Perhaps Becky coveted me too much, lot more than I coveted her. Or maybe she was depressed in her life that she started becoming possessive about me, needing to be constantly, at Becky's beck and call. It became difficult for me to fit her and my studies and my other dates together. I feared it might turn out worse if I do not something about it. So I called up her brother and asked him to come over. He had not visited her for four months. And I told him to keep it a surprise. But when Jason arrived, Becky was shocked to see him so soon and realized that I was behind all that. She got angry and bursted out at me. She made Jason leave immediately that very hour.
Later, while arguing with me, at some point she asked me why I could not replace her brother, why I was not dependable like her brother, why I do not understand the hints she kept dropping all the time. I asked her who would be the first to pounce if it were her and the sister-fucker. It was calm like the lull before the storm. And then she pounced at me.
Characters: Peanut, Becky, Jason, Zoya, Jason's army friends, Jordi
Me and Becky had been going steady for over three months now when one day she surprised me without her split tongue and her mohawk hair. She seemed such a badass that I got an erection eager to enter her at once. She sensed my desperation and stuck out her forked tongue and wiggled it while flaunting her gorgeous hair worsening my situation. I was about to get intimate with her when she gestured with her eyes that somebody else was present. It was the plumber. So I waited. Each second seemed like an hour. Eventually, after twenty minutes or so, the guy left saying that he needed to fetch a thing from the market and he would be back in about half an hour. My goodness! She jestfully suggested that we wait until he come back and finishes with his job but I could wait no longer and gagged her with my boner to let her tongues play with it while I played with her sexy hair.
The candy was still in her mouth when the guy returned. I had held back myself until then, but the sudden ringing of the doorbell made me come hard instantly. I hurried towards the door while she took her time to gulp the cumload. While the plumber was there I wondered if he fancied her. His eyes were frequently following her. I coaxed Becky to raise the heat, and she increased the exposure of her glossy cleavage and pulled up her capri to reveal her polished thighs. The guy was visibly uneasy. The tent at his crotch was amusing for us. He wrapped up abruptly and sought our permission to use the toilet. But Becky cleverly kept him waiting, drawing his attention to silly things related with the fix he just did. At last, the guy was disgusted and left with the wage without relieving himself.
This time when her brother, Jason, arrived, I took him on a date and confessed that I loved his sister without letting him know that I was aware of their incestuous affair. He had known for a long time as her sister's "nephew-in-law". And now I was asserting that I was her partner. While I awaited his reaction, I wondered if Becky had already told him about our relationship. He called up Becky to check the veracity of what I said and perhaps to discuss with her the prospect of their own liaison against our romance. But after the call, he came out cool.
Soon we got comfortable with each other and in course of our dialogue, he mentioned about his girlfriend, Zoya, who was in paramilitary. I had earlier learnt from Becky that Jason was planning to undertake a vacation. I was just thinking about it when he himself apprised me of this upcoming event that would separate us. Then I carefully laid out a dangerous request before him. At certain times, Becky had expressed her wish to be gangbanged, rather raped by a group of studs, men like her brother. I wondered if she had spilt before him this notorious wish of hers. I readied myself for an unpleasant response that could very well be physical. But he knew his sister's sluttiness better than me that he accepted it. We chalked out a plan to turn Becky's dream into reality.
On the scheduled date, which was during my end-semester exams, Jason and Becky left for their fantastic destination. He also asked a dozen of his army friends to reach there separately. And as per my advice, he had explained the fantasy fair to her and had solicited her help. One day, at a remote place, when they were stranded, for the car they had hired broken down, Jason excused himself to find help leaving Becky to herself in that unfamiliar area. Before leaving, they had a quickie which was deliberate on Jason's part to get her in the groove. A flock of horny handsome boys ambushed her and exerted themselves on her, violated her like she wanted or was appropriate without injuring her. And then nearly an hour later, Zoya appeared on the scene as a cop and confronted those offenders with her gun. She also provided first aid and quick counsel to the victim. She was about to take the latter to the nearest hospital when Jason arrived. Soon everything fell back to normalcy, and Becky emerged satiated.
Back home, Becky was excited to share with me her experience on the trip. Her happiness was palpable bit mine got deposited in my dick impatient to spew all that inside her. She was particularly impressed by Zoya who despite being a needless interruption single handedly warded off those hunks. Through this incident she was introduced to Zoya, but she had knowledge of her brother's interests in her. I had told Jason to show Becky that he was starting to like Zoya for rescuing his sister from the rascals. And on my part, I prepared Becky to approve their budding relationship.
While recounting that long coveted fateful encounter, Becky mentioned to me that there were thirteen members in all. And I said to myself, "It was supposed to be twelve friends according to the plan." Alas! I could not afford to correct her. So I discussed this with Jason, and he maintained that there was twelve and his friends assured that nobody else was present besides them that hour." We approached Zoya with our paradox and she told us that she did not care to count and moreover she hardly recognized any of his friends to know which of them was odd." Jason said that his friends had told him that they had done banged Becky themselves and did not notice if an intruder was present amongst them for they were too occupied with her sister. We were left speculating.
Few weeks later, Becky insisted on a organized celebration with guests from both sides instead of a hush-hush ceremony for the engagement of Jason and Zoya. The rest of us had voted for a quiet procedure, mainly because, we did not want to invite Jason's friends lest Zoya might identify them as the strangers that trapped her. But Becky's wish prevailed, and we had to come up another plan to save our ass.
Instead of bringing Jason's friends from the army, some of Zoya's friends from the police were framed as Jason's army friends. All went well apparently. But strangely I spotted the plumber, that same fellow who we had made fun of earlier, in the party. I guessed Becky jestingly invited her. However, later, post-celebtation, when we compared notes about the arrangements, we realized none of us had received him. This was a puzzle. We tried reaching him on the number which was with Becky but it was unreachable.
Becky said the guy's name is Jordi and that she got his contact long back from Sharon, my aunt. Now, I had no clue of Sharon or her girlfriend Suzanne. And Suzanne used to stay alone, and I didn't know any relative of hers who I could enquire about Suzanne. We then decided to check all the snaps from the engagement. We requested all the invitees to send us whatever images they had clicked on the occasion. And everyone cordially cooperated.
Fortunately, Jordi was accidentally captured in some of the pics. Zoya remarked that the same guy was there on the rape scene but mistook him as part of the group as she was not acquainted with Jason's friends. At that moment me and Becky looked at each other realizing the effect we unintentionally caused. Jason decided to throw a reception dinner for those dozen friends to introduce them to Zoya and gather information on Jordi. Me and Becky went to meet Delilah and Nancy who now lived in a live-in at Delilah's place. Becky was lately intent on meeting the couple after I told her about my tryst with them. She had never been with a woman before but once when she got in a serious fight with my aunt, the latter sexually harassed her, kissed her forcefully and groped her to her disgust. I suspected that Sharon was drunk back then but Becky contradicted recalling that Sharon was never off her mark during the brawl be it in her speech or her action nor did she smell bad. Following that, Becky began to dislike her. During our conversation, it struck Becky that Jordi could have been vengefully planted by Sharon, but I dismissed this hypothesis of hers.
We were graciously received by Delilah and Nancy. They admired her backless black dress that made her look stunning as well as her hair. Becky complimented them in return. She showed off her split tongue that intrigued them. Nancy wore a sultry shirtless black tuxedo while Delilah wore a tight black vinyl dress that stirred my pecker. Becky entreated talk about their relationship which they frankly narrated without relating to Dwayne for I had warned them beforehand considering Becky to be unpredictably sensitive. Becky too talked about our life together without referencing to her brother. But they knew about it as I had casually spilt that secret to Delilah when we used to be thing. After the chat the dinner was served comprising entirely of Becky's favourites like oysters with asparagus, green salad and menrigue. She thanked them for the food and me for those choices.
They then escorted us to their bedroom.
I rose from my slumber quite early feeling soft pangs of hunger. I recalled that I had fallen asleep watching the hot girls in action. The last thing I remember was Delilah and Nancy each feeding on each part of Becky's parted tongue. I must have swooned at that point. The chicks were fast asleep. Assuming that they would wake up late, and provoked by my appetite for some smoked salmon for the breakfast, I placed an order online. I checked my phone and found a voice message from Jason who learnt from his friends that the foxy fellow, Jodi, chipped in the scene from nowhere near the climax, and continued fucking Becky when Zoya was driving his friends away. He was reluctant to leave and she had to snatch Becky from him for he did not care her gun. Jason then took a jibe at me snoozing in my girly getup that Becky snapped and sent to him. I realized that I still had it on. I stood before the full mirror and admired my image deciding to retain it for a while. I began building up Roxanna's character in my mind using elements from my and her past. I muttered to myself as I reflected about it:
"Roxy is a confident curvy stylish gay girl who has an independent identity, her own traits, her own likes and dislikes. She has her own friends and her own enemies irrespective of their relation with Phillip. She must be distinct... with her own voice?"
I need to develop a suitable pitch for Roxy that should be bold and sensuous. I began working on it right away. Suddenly the doorbell rang. The Order! Without any delay, otherwise the others might be disturbed, I answered the door. And lo! there stood before me the elusive plumber with the order.
I went blank. But it occurred to me that he did not know who it was in front of him. Not the man he had met at Becky's address but an woman he had never met or seen before. Roxy!
It was a precarious situation for me at that instant. Should I feign ignorance or should I man him and present him before Becky? I received the order with a smirk, kept it aside and returned to the door. I was at a loss of words for Roxy did not have her voice as of yet. Jodi too seemed perturbed. Was it because he could see the Phillip side of me or was he bothered by the temptress before his eyes? "Excuse me ma'am, this order was for Mr. Phillip. Am I at the right address?", Jodi enquired in a gulity tone.
Few weeks later, on my insistence, Becky married Jodi. I convinced Jason. Zoya did not object as Jodi was not in her police records. Jodi gave me aunt Sharon's contact and told she had wanted him to molest Becky on her part. So Becky's supposition was correct. Sharon did seek vengeance.
Soon after I finished my undergraduate study, I moved to England for higher studies and to reunite with my aunt and Suzanne who I learnt worked part-time as a stripper or a pole dancer. Sharon had become a socialite and an emcee. I once asked Sharon what made her hit on her sister-in-law for she could have won her with her charms. She laughed her head off and said, "Becky fooled you kid! Peanut, you know not. It was me who got hit upon, not her, but I ignored her because she did not have the L factor." "Am I going to be ignored too for the same factor?" The Roxy in me showed up suddenly. Sharon was shocked for a second, then smiled and said, "Certainly not, you slutty sexpot." And she kissed me hard on my mouth, and my blood rushed to the south.