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“You think I’m begging you?” she finally chipped in, sighing as she swung the door fully open again.
I climbed the few steps in front of me and stepped in. As soon as I was inside, she began locking the door with a key, just like she did the previous day! However, unlike the last time, she pulled the key out as soon as she had locked it!
As soon as I was inside, she began locking the door with a key, just like she did the previous day
“As a matter of fact, I don’t have the key to your lodge!” she began saying as she began walking away with the key she had pulled from the front door. “Your roommates have it. Maybe you didn’t get home before coming here…because I gave it to them since 3pm”
My head felt like blowing!! I didn’t just believe what she said! Obviously, these dudes had connived to do the unthinkable to me! As soon as I began rushing to meet her for the key in her hands she suddenly turned towards me angrily….
“Don’t even dare it! I wanted this to be done gently yesterday and you took me for some fool! If you come close to me, I will break your arm…I swear!”
I just had to halt, starring at her fierce literarily burning eyes. I was screwed!
Moments later, she appeared with her fleshy self swaying side to side. She had a piece of long towel in her hand and as soon as she got to the center of the living room, she pulled the center table to the side and spread the cloth.
Moments later, she appeared with her fleshy self swaying side to side
“Oya…UnCloth joor. We don’t have much time” was her next comment, putting up the most serious face I had ever seen!
I just didn’t understand what else I was doing in her house when the key I came for wasn’t there anymore.
“Did you hear me young man? I said UnCloth…” she even had to widen her eyes
“I don’t know what you want from me Madam Ann. You don’t know me and I don’t know you. So why all this embarrassment?”
“You don’t know me? You are funny! What I want from you is for you to F**K my toto! That’s all. Just be a man and F**K me; and I will let you go…” she had begun sitting on the draped towel now, after which she spread her legs wide apart!
she had begun sitting on the draped towel now, after which she spread her legs wide apart!
“But since I am not interested in fucki…I mean having s*x with you nko?”
“You don’t want to call it F**K too? I understand. Bishop. I didn’t ask you if you want or not. I had already told your friends that you won’t finish your service year in Calabar and return to your homeland still virgin. I told them I was going to personally see that you become ‘disvirgined’. And that is what you are seeing now.”
“Ah ah…but how is that your business ma? What’s your business with my virginity?…” I was almost close to crying
“I am a school teacher Daniel and a Headmistress. So I cannot see a young man of 25 years suffer from so much immaturity! In fact, there is no point holding this conversation, just UnCloth…”
I just kept looking at her blankly with very heavy eyes! Maybe she was right anyway. In some ways, I behaved like a baby. Wanting to cry at every little provocation was definitely one of them!
After a couple of moments, Madam Ann spontaneously stretched herself straight from the towel on the floor and before I could fully get what was happening, she had gone for and grabbed my concealed Joystick with her right hand! I screamed!!
“Shhhhhhhh…..I don’t want to hear your mouth!” she was pulling me closer into herself, causing me to begin to kneel before her!
“Please Madam Ann…” I felt the tear roll down my cheek that instant
“Look at you! Who do you think you are deceiving? Weren’t you the same person who got a big erection yesterday by eating my cunt? In fact, you will be eating it again now…it had gotten very wet already sef” she sighed.
On hearing that I would be eating her cunt again, my Joystick instantly began to grow within her clenched fist despite how hard she was grabbing me. I guess she noticed it because she looked up at me and smiled, gradually freeing her grip.
“Ole! So you like eating and sucking my Kittycat?! This boy! Okay na. Make we do am sharp-sharp, you hear?”
“Please…” I heard myself aimlessly say again.
She looked up at me, sighed and looked away! Her hands were already undoing my belt which was a lot simpler this time around than it was the day before.
Her hands were already undoing my belt which was a lot simpler this time around than it was the day before.
When I tried stopping her, she hit my arm so had that I felt the sting travel straight to my head! I instantly picked up the spanked hand with my left, nursing the arching region like some new baby! Not quite long after, my trousers and boxer were on the floor and for the first time for Madam Ann, my swaying long Joystick sprang back and forth, right in her face!

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Errrrrm, well I did recovered well from the shock FF gave me, but it took me three days to get back to my normal self again, my bones were weak my body drained, you know that pain you feel on your first day of exercise, and you know the pain will only subside if you continue in the act, well cause I couldn’t continue, the pain lasted for thre days, infact I didn’t enjoin my joint for those 3 days. *Errrrrmmm cherrybrown I know say you go quick abuse me now again, but I will wait till August before I reply you again*

TY and Acme became close, but Acme was not still totally in control, TY dictate what happens in the relationship like when to see, when to kiss, no s*x and lots more, Acme relayed all to me and I promise to talk to the girl on his behalf.

Luck finally smiled on TJ, he met a lady that was ready to dance to his music, you know when they say a patient dog eats the fattest bone, well TJ got a pretty working class, educated lady. The day he brought her home was a great one, she was the best lady to have ever stepped into Spooky Island or the entirety of Managers Villa. What TJ did to the lady will be told in other episodes

We had neighbours, apart from Halima’s mother, one of our neighbour was Mummy David, she was a well bleached single mother, and she usually have different male visitors, she loved our company, probably because we are all into the same business(sexual business) although her’s was more profiting because we don’t charge for services render.

With due respect to the people of Ilorin, I will like to say they are the most promiscious tribe of all the Yoruba tribe, majority of their males and females are promiscious, well like they say, if you don’t drink, smoke, then you must womanize, you can’t escape one of the three.

Apart from Mummy David, we also have Mr Ahned, he was single also, but engaged to a lady that comes regularly, but that doesn’t stop him from toasting Halima, Mr Ahmed will be in his early 30’s and Halima is just 14 going on 15. He usually change ladies like cloth but only is fiancee remains constant.

We also had two sister living together, both were students. The elder sister Tosin was a student of kwara poly, while the younger was in Unilorin, apart from Halima’s mum, they were the most decent of all tenanats in the lodge.

Our landlord lived upstairs with his family, he had two wives and 6 children, we heard that he did have two other wives befor marrying this two, that make it a total of four wives. He usually patronize a hotel very close to sawmill where he carries out his secret mission, I think he laid the foundation of promiscucity in the lodge.

Well, a lot transpired between everyone I just metioned up there, Acme was eyeing Tosin’s junior sister, while I was also eyeing our landlords beautiful daughter, Kzee was giving it to halima regularly until one day when Halima caught him with Aisha, and all hell was let loose.

I do have a soft spot for slim black beauties, am neither moved by Buttocks nor Bosom, so far you have a pretty face and height, am good with you. FF would have been good due to her height, but she was too slim and too black infact too ugly, well from the s*x it seems she was kinda loose due to the width and depth of her punnany, although research shows that some peeps do have wide and deep punny naturally, but I bet to disagree in FF case, she was too skilled and I believed she got that from her numerous experience.

I didn’t see FF throughout the following week, she kept calling me, so as not to make her feel like I was avoiding her which I was I decided to visit her at her place. She took me to the same secluded place that is fast becoming our spot and sat on my laps, it was a cold night and I needed all the warmth I could gather, we kissed so well, she was good at it. Infact was there anything in the act of s*x she was not good at? I don’t think so.

Well we had s*x that night at that same spot, I loosed my trouser just a little below my Buttocks while seating, she lifted her gown and was pantless, she then sat on my rod, my CD was intact. The pace was slow, it was more like love making, we were being careful of being seen and heard so it was all in slow motion. s*x is more interesting when it is done openly, the anxiety of being caught always add more fun to it, well, we were bleeping and gisting, I was looking at the route people were coming from and gisting her what was happening cause she was facing me.

Soon she changed position and sat on me with her back facing me, she rod me hard this time around cause it seems no one was going to come over to where we were any time soon, I got in the groove and told her we need to go doggie, she oblige, well she always oblige to anything s*x, with did that slowly and then at a medium pace till I came, I can’t say she did too, but seriously she loved it and she bought me a tin of milk when I was leaving.

The truth is FF never asked me for a kobo, she was even ready to spend on me, but I knew this won’t last so I rejected most of her gifts, to her annoyance.

Life was rosy in our lodge, we barely fight but arguements were never far from us. No night pass without us having something to argue on, if it was not about Business law(Acme was having a course on that so he do lectures us) it would be on our recent sexcapades, if its not on that it would be politics or football. On numerous occasion our Landlord had to come down to warn us about the noise.

Everyone was having fun until the day Halima caught Kzee with Aisha, hope you guys remember Aisha, the early morning lady. On this day she came as usual after the close of work and so of us where outside, others where in Halima’s palour, Halima was in the kitchen preparing Amala, when she was through she decided to drop ours for us in our room, well that wasn’t the first time she would be doing that. She got to the door and it was locked from within, she already asked of Kzee, and we said he wasn’t back from school, I could sensed her suspicion and I think that was the reason why she went to the door.

She knocked and Kzee opened the net and blocked her out, like a lady will do when she suspect her man is cheating, she pushed him back and Kzee forcefully pushed her out, Halima became furious and told Kzee she had to put the food in the room, Kzee insisted on collecting the food from her, she eventually left the food with Kzee but not without letting him know she understood what was going on. Well, Halima remained in the passage for the next 30 minutes waiting for Kzee to come out.

We tried sending Halima to go get us something far away from the lodge but she refused instead she sent her younger sister. Some minutes later, Kzee walked out with Aisha, Halima hissed so loud that we all couldn’t help but laugh. Kzee returned and then I understand the saying that no hell like the fury of a woman.

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This was temptation, and I knew it but I could also
see that my ability to withstand was becoming
thinner and thinner at every passing hour. However,
I still managed to pull off one more resolute
decision before steeping out of the bathroom – I
wasn’t going back to Madam Ann’s house, come
what may! And I didn’t hesitate to announce it to
the boys as soon as I got back into our room.
“We will all be returning from the office much later
than yourself…” Matthew began replying just as
soon. How he would know so much about what
time others return from their own offices despite
being at separate PPAs, was something I wouldn’t
understand.
“Well…I don’t like that woman” I managed to add.
“…and I doubt I would ever want to see her again.”
Bassey Chuckled and then regained his composure.
They all remained silent and kept looking at me.
When I got worried of how blank their stare were, I
had to react. “Is anything the problem?” I even
frowned a little bit
“No…no oooo” they said in unison, individually
returning to whatever it was they were doing
before I came in.
Leaving the discussion there, I proceeded to begin
getting set for work. I was a few minutes late
already.
Having supposedly prepared the ground that very
morning, I left for work with much more security
and assurance that whatever happened the day
before wasn’t ever going to happen again. I was
still struggling within me to withstand the ever-
growing consuming urge for s*x but was doing well
to keep it at bay so far. I had already made it clear
to the boys that I wasn’t going to be picking up the
key this time around and even later told Tolu that I
was going to keep calling him to ascertain the
exact time they had all returned from their offices.
I was going to either remain at the office or attend
a prayer meeting in church (which I ordinarily
wasn’t invited to) until he confirmed that they had
gotten home; secured the key from Madam Ann
and then unlocked the door themselves. I needed
to be proactive myself and that exactly was what I
began doing. In fact, I chose the option of staying
back in the office as soon as I realized a lot of the
senior staff at the office were going for a long
over-time. Ideally, corps-members and interns were
permitted to close work by 2pm while full staff
stayed until 4pm but I didn’t do as expected that
very day. I remained with the lot who stayed way
beyond 4pm and always kept calling Tolu to know
when he would be coming in. Things only began
going abnormal when at 6pm, he still claimed none
of the boys were home yet! That was when I began
feeling very unease. I was dead hungry with a
12noon-snack, the only thing I had taken since
after breakfast. I also saw the need to leave the
office quite soon as the guys on over-time
eventually began packing, up just about then. When
it became obvious there was nothing else I could
do, I had to pack and leave too! One more call and
Tolu was already sounding angry; telling me to go
fetch the key myself if I was tired of waiting for
them! Even an attempt to ask them what they
could be collectively doing until 6pm in their
respective offices only attracted a tirade of rough
language on me. I just thought my will-power had
become broken! I just had to pick up the key one
last time if I was ever going to salvage my dying
hungry self! I made a promise to clone an extra
one for myself by the following day though; by any
means possible!
Madam Ann burst into uncontrollable laughter when
she saw me at her doorstep! I hadn’t bothered to
get to the lodge first since there was no point
doing so, therefore walked straight to her
apartment. And just like the previous day, the
middle-aged headmistress had to peep through the
window before opening the door. When she did
open, she was totally Unclad this time around, with
no shred of clothes on!
When she did open, she was totally Unclad this
time around, with no shred of clothes on!
“You ran away yesterday thinking that will be the
end abi? Mumu!” she cussed, aggressively poking
my forehead with a finger.
I just stood there like some helpless fixture looking
at her.
“Come inside and have your key…Pope Daniel!” she
had stepped out of the way now, pulling the door
to a side
“Come inside and have your key…Pope Daniel!” she
had stepped out of the way now, pulling the door
to a side
“I don’t need to come inside before I get the key
Ann. Just bring me the key please.” I replied her
with an unusual kind of boldness. I even only
noticed I referred to her as Ann after I had finished
saying the words.
“Oh….you dey call me Ann now, abi? Well, I don’t
blame you! It is either you are coming inside for
the key or you can return to your house”
“But you know I have the option of waiting for my
friends to pick up the key themselves?”
She hurriedly burst into another laughter before
going on to frown her face in the most fierce of
ways! “You wish! Fool! Oh…do you think I don’t
know you’ve been waiting for them? Abi 6pm don
become 2pm for your head? You ain’t serious yet…”
She abruptly began pushing the door back to shut
it and I had to step forward to hold it back! If ever
she got to do so, I wasn’t sure for how much
longer I was going to wait! “Let me come in.” I
finally accepted.

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black and white, being fully F***ed in their pussies
and assholes by very beefy guys with big dicks!
I also saw several s*x positions I never knew about
and even the one I enjoyed with Madam Ann the
previous day. It was called ’69’! The pictures were
all HD, with their quality so crystal clear that one
could even see the number of sweat-pores on the
characters’ faces. By the time I would search more
about ejaculation, I had already known it was called
Pour and that it was usually thick, creamy and
sticky! And that some women love eating it like
some yoghurt when their men ejaculated! It was
unfortunate that I had to stay 24 years to know
how male Pour (which I knew I now had in
abundance) apparently looked like! In fact when I
saw how faces of several women were decorated
with splashes of the thick fluid, I desperately began
wishing I could Pour!
In fact when I saw how faces of several women
were decorated with splashes of the thick fluid, I
desperately began wishing I could Pour!
Of course my Joystick was a lot stiffer and longer
than the Eiffel Tower of Paris at that moment and I
was having to severally give it a squeeze now and
again in other to respond to the consuming
pleasure! I wasn’t sure about what I could do to it
but it always felt good each time I gave it the
squeeze! The many lewd images that still kept
prompting up didn’t help my situation either; so
much so that when I eventually, albeit accidentally,
transcended into websites showing pictures of
mature middle-age women fucking young well hung
studs, I had to completely sit-up on my bed with my
Joystick gloriously sticking out of my boxers in its
glory!
…I eventually, albeit accidentally, transcended into
websites showing pictures of mature middle-age
women fucking young well hung studs…
For a fact, if not for my battery which soon went
flat, I would have stayed up the entire night
watching young boys like myself fucking middle-
aged women! By the time I would finally return my
head on the pillow to sleep, I had already begun
regretting why I didn’t remain in Madam Ann’s
house! I simultaneously thought I was definitely
going to go back there! Even the new damp patch
(caused by my pre-Pour) on my boxers, also
reminded me of the lady’s ever-soaked Kittycat,
which I wasn’t going to see again, if I didn’t go
contrary to my earlier vow!
********************
Bathing the following morning, took longer than
usual! My time in the bathroom was roundly shared
between actually bathing and a bitter battle against
self! The night had passed now and the morning
was before me. I might have longed to be F***ed
(or to F**K) the previous night, but the following
morning was already presenting a new longing – a
longing to remain with the church and to remain a
virgin! As I struggled to pour water on my body, I
thought about the likely negative impact digressing
from the ‘right-path’ would have on me. It just
seemed to me that I would become one of those
bad street boys who have no future or ambition. It
just seemed to me that I was likely going to begin
favouring the company of prostitutes more than
anything else. Even though I couldn’t accuse any
of my colleagues or friends who ain’t virgins
anymore, of being ‘bad street boys’ or favouring
prostitutes, I still couldn’t accept my case would be
like theirs. I was scared; on the inside at least. But
then, as soon as thoughts of the previous day
spontaneously crossed my mind again, my Joystick
began to grow! The slippery soapy bathwater that
had abundantly soaked it, made the sensation even
more thrilling each time I rubbed my palm along the
length!
The slippery soapy bathwater that had abundantly
soaked it, made the sensation even more thrilling…

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Early in the morning the next day, Aisha came again, infact, she comes every morning and evening now, except maybe when she’s on her red flag. Kzee had been having an all round free s*x with benefits because Aish do come around with fruits and food too. Infact Kzee said they barely use CD anymore since the leakage of the first day, and the harmmarthan make the raw s*x more pleasurable.

Little did we know tha Kzee had been conering Halima too, whalai, the guy na sharp shooter and he barely miss the target, I just noticed that Halima increased the intensity of giving us food, normaly, her mum do give us meals most night, but right now, Halima provides morning and afternoon. We ate thankfully not knowing that she was only trying to replenish all the blood Kzee had lost.

When the bubble burst, we were told that Halima was disvirgined by Kzee, I felt bad when I heard that, it wasn’t pleasant at all, knowing that she was a virgin, I would have expect Kzee to protect her and teach her to keep it for the right guy, knowing that he was just there to sample and leave, but alas Kzee opend the flood gate of her heaven and it sure raind heavily on her.

Abbey on the other hand was still trying to woo Halima over, everynight Kzee and Halima will seat and make mockery of him and all he had told her. Later in the evening Kzee usually relayed all he was told to us. Abbey was really a Bleep up guy, cause he was just vomiting trash and backstabbing every one of us just to get to the girl, he told the girl a lot of trash about Kzee especially, which Halima did realayed to him.

Abbey was also stingy with money, he could play playstation games with all he has and come back home with #100, he barely drops money to cook and he eats the most. Kzee being his street brother said Abbey’s dad send him enough money so he can’t tell him his broke. We all continue to live in peace but gradually we were counting Abbey out of our plans, sometimes when we prepare food, we serve everyone and hide it somewhere leaving the pot empty, when Abbey comes and sees the pot, he will only go back to the street and enter late in the night.

Tj on the other hand was trying hard to hunt for girls, but he was so ineffective, maybe it was his height that was scaring the ladies away or maybe it was is index finger *shebi una know wetin dey talk about that finger and JT*

One day I was back from school, was about entering the lodge when I started hearing sounds of argument and fight

Lady: leave me alone, I say am not interested, don’t burst my Bosom, please let me go, I am not doing oooooo

TJ: stop shouting now, keep your voive down

Lady: leave my Bosom ooo, I will shout ooo

The lady was screaming but suddenly her screaming reduced,

Me: thinking *ladies and shakara shaaa, shebi she was shouting now, imagine if people were around they would have taught it was rape ooo, now she is not even making any sound*

Two minutes later the door was open and I saw Sherifat furiously storming out, she didn’t even greet me

Me: Tj, shey una dey fight ni?

TJ: omo that girl na winch oooo

Me: winch as in say she wan kill you for bedmatics abi

TJ: if na dat one, e for better na, she no even allow me do anything, she just dey scream, dey shout

Me: but later she no shout again na

TJ: so you been dey hear us

Me: yes na

TJ: na hand I use cover her mouth that time ooo, I even say make I try overpower her, but I no know where the girl get that kain muscle and bone from

Me: so in short, you be one rape the girl

TJ: no be rape na, shebi na she follow me enter, she don dey kiss me before ooo, I no come kno the spirit wey enter her she just change am for me

Me: maybe she felt the size of your joystick and fear come catch her

TJ: you no well

While we were talking Halima came out and said

Halima: TJ baba, E ku ise ooo (well done ooo)

TJ: which work you de do

Halima: the job you did on sheri na

TJ: how is that your business

Halima: but the girl was just enjoying your thing ooo, can’t you see how she was screaming

Me: Halima, you better get inside now, and go get your books

Halima: Pastor Tee, we all know how e dey go ooooo

Me: how is it going

Halima: I wanted to give you one of my friends before because I know that you are the only good guy in the room

Me: give her to Kzee, I don’t want child abuse

Halima: Kzee is too corrupt for her, she is not child abuse ooo, she is through with secondary school

Me: henhen, oya come let’s discuss

Halima: shebi you have said you don’t want

Me: so whtas with all this your shakara now

Halima: well she will be here tommorow and I will do the job for you, don’t worry

Me: well, let’s see sha, but you should find one for TJ also

Halima: ehhhnn TJ that wanted to kill someone some minutes ago? I can’t let my friends be shouting like that ooo

TJ: your head is not correct, you better get away from here now

Me: *laughing* halima, oy get inside

Minutes later I received a call from razak number, it was FF calling, she said she wants to come, I told her she should come in through the back door, she said okay. I went in to prepare for what would be rememeberd as the match of Troy.

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Acme dialled TY’s number and she picked after two missed call, Acme then put in the CD to play his favorite Brandy’s song that will be on replay till he finishes the call, he even remixed the song int his own version, always singing it for his so called love. The remix went like this

‘I am nothing,
without you TY nothing,
Yiu drive me crazy nothing ‘

Just ashe was about playing the song, I snapped at him
Me: guy no play that your song take disturb us today ooo, abi na wetin sef, must you kill yourself untop woman, everynight u go end up crying after every call, shey na by force? You wey be big boy, wey girls the queue up to have one babe come dey use you form hard to get, if you use ten years prepare for madness, how many year will your madness take then?

The whole room went into hysteria, we were all laughing sporadically, Acme couldn’t even speak, the call he was on was reading and fortunately or unfortunately, TY heard all I said. Acme continued with his call and after a minute he called me to have his phone that Ty wanted to talk to me.

TY said she would like to talk to me privately, so I signaled to the guys to keep shut while I opened the door and banged it to signify me leaving the room, so I put the phone on speaker

Me: Ty am all free and alone now
TY: please sir, am very sorry to disturb you
Me: you are not disturbing, we are all awake already, that what happens anytime he wants to call you, he will have to wake us up with that brandy he’s always playing
Ty: *smiled*, sir, I overheard all you said earlier and I would like to let you know that it is not that am playing hard to get, am just not sure of what am feeling and am having this doubt about him. I don’t know if he told you that he is a friend to my brother

Me: yes he did, I have met your brother Lekan

TY: so considering that I have my doubt, cause I know my brother and how he treats girls

Me: so you are kind of judging him with your brother’s attitude

Ty: something like that

Me: well you do have a point, cause for him and your brother to be friends, they must have somethings in common, and like the saying goes, show me your friend and I will tell you who you are

TY: thanks for understanding

Me: you are welcome, but that they are friends doesn’t mean they will have the same character, even twins born of the same mother with the same cord do have different character, not to talk of friends. And the Acme that I know, is madly in love with you, he is so in love that its becoming annoying. And the fact that is your brothers friend should even prove to you that his intentions are real, cause he is a friend of the family already and he won’t want to shitt for church.

Ty: hmmmmm, all right sir, thank you very much, but please don’t tell him all we discuss ooo

Me: *yimu* your secret is save with me dear

TY: I will come and see him tommorow, I will sure bring something along for you

Me: no problem dear, but errrmmm, me I like food ooo, is it food you are bringing

TY: don’t worry sir, what am bringing is a suprise

Me: suprise ke? I love surprises ooo, maybe na your frien you wan bring give me sef, eeehhhn dat one sef good

TY: till tommorow sir

Me: aiit, let me give the phone back to Acme, give me like one minute to enter the house cause am in the toilet now.

Ty: ok sir, tell him to call me back when you get in

Me: ok, goodbye

I cut the call and the rest of the guys shouted and were hailing me, telling me that have just nailed the girl, Acme was smilling sheepishly, I just looked at him and said, mumu like you, you see your life, you go dey form player, small girl you no fit scope, if not for me ehnnnn na 12 years you go need to scope her, monkey. By he way how you take scope KB and Bisola sef, I sure say na dem bring themselves come dash you, mtcheeewww

Kzee: tee e don do na, we all know say the guy mumu, but you no need to dey flog am for hin face na

TJ: you guys should take it easy on Acme na, we all need help once in a while, and when a player finds love, na so e dey be ooo, abi una no dey watch american film ni

Abbey: make Acme just make sure say he provide food for the house tommorow for the victory we gave him tonight

Acme: make she gree first, una go enjoy me, shebi na me una dey yarb, no problem.

Me; shey you dey threating us again ni, you know say I fit spoil the whole package right away

Acme: oya oga no vex, oko Fernando Flatscreeno omo Kogi that is black like charcoal

Everyone just started laughing

Me: na me you dey yarb again abi

Acme: no be yarb now, I dey hail you ni now

Me: abeg go call your nemesis, I know say you go squeeze face after the call finish

Acme: na you kno ooo

Me: Ode oshi

Kzee: tee stop am, the guy na old man ooo, forget say one small girl dey dribble am

We all laughed and Acme dialled his call again.

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We all got back early from school to meet Acme with a very young pretty lady, she was fair, tall, slim with an average size Bosom and a moderate Buttocks to match, her name was TY, history will call her Acme’s nemesis. Before hand Acme had told us about a girl that has capitivated him and captured his heart, we all joke that he had no heart to be captured. Truly, Acme was in love with Ty but as funny as life is, TY was not that into him, Acme calls Ty regularly during extra cool hours, but he usually end the call with a sad face, he will place his head close to the speaker of his home thearter listing to Brandy’s I am nothing while making the call.
We will hear more of Ty story later but for now, when TY left, Acme wasn’t in a good mood, I was being moody myself due to what I saw in school to so I had no time to console anyone. Abbey and Tj mocked Acme about his unachieveable love and after a while he cheered up and said
Acme: oya make we enter point
Me: you guys should go, I don’t think I will be
going
Acme: wetin happen na, you wey dem wan
give babe
Me: bros am not just in the mood tonight
TJ: guy where your mood go now? You no
dey mood for this, u no dey mood for that,
talk true abi u dey fear to follow the kogi
babe yarn ni?
Me: fear ke, she be Dangote pikin?
Kc: oya sha let’s go, we no fit leave you alone
for house
We got to point with flo and Jb already seated
Rasak: tee, lest I forget, I don follow the
babe talk, she don gree to see you, she say
make I come call her when u come.
That brought another round of screaming
and hailing for rasak
Me: thanks jare, but I don’t think I will
meet her today, am not just in the mood
maybe tomorrow.
Acme: olobe ni guy yi sha ( this guy na dulling ooo)
Kc: ashe o ti e le, enu lasan lo ni ( you only brag, u have no action)
While they were still yabbing, a girl walked
out from the building behind us
Rasak: tee na she be that ooo
We all turn around to see my upcoming chick
Acme: where she dey na
Rasak: na she be that for the gutter side
Me: this one??
We all couldn’t help but laugh
Me: but Rasak this is not funny ooo, wetin I
do u now?
Kc: shey na because this guy slim na hin
make u bring Fernando Flatscreeno for am
At the sound of ‘Fernando Flatscreeno’ we
all couldn’t control our laughter. To be
candid the babe was a real flat screen, no
offshore no onshore, nothing to dicotomise, how can I be a slim guy and yet be yanshing a skinny girl, its a case of terminator fighting ironman, if she was just skinny it would have been better but it seems god was angry when he was creating her of the mud used on her were expired mud cause damn!!! She was ugly
Flo: but Rasak u wicked ooo, I was thinking
it was her sister u wan dash this guy before
Acme: omo, when two bones meet, one go
bend for the other ni ooo
TJ: I sure say na tee go bend for this one
oooo, cos I hear say kogi babes na die
Me: am not even interested not to even talk of bending
Acme: but tee, it won’t be fair if you just
abandon the babe like that ooo, what do u
want Rasak to tell her
Me: so it was fair when Razak deem it fit to dash me a dehumanized lady, Anything he like make he tell her jare,
Rasak: but tee, that’s too much now, dehumanized ke? Ok, tee no vex, but please just
follow her talk today and find wey to just
discharge her, she don dey wahala me
since morning abeg
Me: how she no go wahala u, when she had been s*x starved, who go dey follow dis kain babe, she even come hear say na university guy ow she no go wan die there
Razak: abeg na please
Me: ok sha, but u owe me one ooo
Rasak: no wahala
Kc: oko Fernando Flatscreeno
Me: na u sabi.
All this while the babe was still standing
close to the gutter until Rasak walked over
to her and signal me to join him. We got
talking and to make the matter worse, she was stark illiterate. *double wahala for dead body* she lead me into her compound and we sat at a secluded place at the back of the compound. She told me she is a hairdresser and she’s planning to
have her own shop, she also said rasak has told her all about me and that she had accepted only for her to confirm from me.
*chai, I don die ooo*
FF: u dint even ask for my name
Me: *abeg your name is inconsequential*
oh sorry rasak already told me, but I would
be calling u beauty cos u are very beautiful
*yimu* *the truth is I don’t even know her
name*
FF: *blushing* u are fine also
Me: thanks. *even me know say I no fine but for your side I be Mr Nairaland*
Next thing, FF just moved close to me and
rest her head on my shoulder
Me: *which kain wahala be this na* one mind was telling me to push her head away, but the ‘lords mind’ in me told me to take this one chance, just do and forget u ever met. But how I go manage to do this I wondered, will I close my eyes and just insert my JT without looking at the face, or would I cover the face with a pillow and just bang away? I was still thinking on what to do when I noticed that my hand had found its
way to her back massaging it.
Me: *this hand go put me for trouble one
day*.
Ff responded swiftly and brought her lips close to mine, at first I felt irritated and was moving my heads backwards, all of a sudden her lips met mine, I dint respond both slowly she worked her way to my tongue. Damn she was a good kisser and she had this wonderful scent and her breath was damn fresh. She brushed my upperlips, then sucked it a little before going to the lower lips, she did all this without her tongue or mine meeting, seriously she was good, she took turns on both lips and the she did the tongue.
At this junction all the resistance left in me was broken and we where kissing like no man’s business, I got in the groove and moved my hand down to her bosom, then was I brought back to my senses cos the place was has dry has a firewood. She noticed my loss of momentum and right there she removed her top totally, I was
shocked and I tried to look around but the
place was has silent has a grave yard. With her top off, I got to see that she wasn’t that flat, at least there was something to play with, it was small but firm, straight away I was squeezing the african star apple in front of me and her kissing got more tensed, she then tried to move my mouth to those agbalumos, but I restrained and
told her we need to stop,*who go suck cancer, even if I go get cancer make I get am fro better bobby, at least it would be pleasurable cancer* cause it was getting late and someone could just walk into us here.
She got dressed and we both walked out of
the premises. To my surprise there was no one left at point, I checked my phone and the time was past ten. FF escorted me and after walking about 30meters I told her to go back, but she insisted she won’t leave witout a kiss.
It was just a kiss oooo, but next thing I know was that we where under the shade of a closed shop, and my fingers had found their ways underneath her pant, I was finger fukcing her and she was moaning in my mouth, one finger, two, three and her moans where increasing. My JT had become has hard has a rock and was trying to fight his freedom from apartheid like mandela did, but just like Mandela, my JT was to sufferlong today. Twominutes later I dis engaged from her and
my fingers where filled with her fluid, then
she took my fingers and straight into her
mouth they went and licked all the fluid on
them dry. Eewwww, I felt like throwing up.
to make matter worse she tried kissing me
with with a fluid filled mouth, I escaped
her, then she told me she need me inside her, I told her that’s not a problem, but I don’t av a CD availabe here so I can’t help her today, she said we can use a nylon in place of the CD now, I told her she should not rush in licking a hot soup, that tomorrow will be a great day, and the anticipation will even make it more interesting, so I told her goodnyt. She said she will
visit me the next day.
Got home it was past eleven, everyone
was asleep or so I taught. So I silently
squeezed myself to the edge of the bed, then
KC: shey u think say we don sleep ni
Acme: guy na all ur body dey smell toto,
abeg make someone on the light
Tj switched on the light and to my surprise
they were all awake.
Tj: Mr am not in the mood, so this is how u
are not in the mood abi
Acme: shebi u say u no like the babe
KC: Fernando flatscreeno
They were all laughing and mocking while I
just ignored them
Acme: no think say u go sleep with all this
smell wey u carry come this room ooo
Me: na una sabi….. I just took my sponge
and bucket and moved out.
I could hear their screams and laughter
while I was bathing. So I decide to just give
them a tip of the story so that they could
let me have my rest.
Acme: henhen, now the smell is different
Me: na u know ooo, but the girl no too bad
like that sha ooo
This brought out the biggest and longest
laughter from the house while I aslo joined
in the laughter
Me: that girl can kiss ehnnn
Acme: she go sabi suck also
Me: I never confirm that one ooo
Tj: but u confirm the pitching tent sha
Me: hmmm alfa TJ, well, I just used my fingers to map out where the tent will finally stay ni. But we will be leaving in the tent by tomorrow evening, all things being equal.
Acme: all this happened when you are not in the mood, I can’t imagine what will happen when your mood finally come ooo
We all laughed and gisted till 12:45 and
the it was time for extra cool cos no one
felt like sleeping anymore.
Acme dialled TY’s number and .

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“…I don’t understand why you are doing all this Madam Ann…” I tried saying, ignoring the thigh she had raised as soon as she mentioned ‘Unclad woman'; probably to illustrate herself using her Unclad Kittycat
“You don’t understand what? You think I am joking?” she slightly raised her left eye brow. “You think I’m not serious about what I said earlier? You can’t be 24 or 25 and yet haven’t had s*x with a woman! What kind of man are you? Or maybe you are gay?!”
My eyes instantly went wide! “No ooo! I’m not gay o! god-forbid that!”
“Then have s*x with me to prove that Daniel!…” was her next request. As she said it, she began leaning into me but I instantly held onto her arms, quietly pushing her off
“I can’t ma…please…”
As she said it, she began leaning into me…
She didn’t let me finish, instead she heavily grabbed me by my own arms, using the weight of her body to pin me into the sofa’s backrest! Before I could realize what was in stock, she was already on-top of me, with her Unclad swinging fat breasts, slapping and rubbing my entire face!
“You have to fucking do it Daniel!…” she cussed as she radically tried keeping me still with both her thighs and hands! She was breathing really hard and amply sweated.
Before I could realize what was in stock, she was already on-top of me, with her Unclad swinging fat breasts, slapping and rubbing my entire face!
“Please ma, let me go.”, I begged. Noticing how stupid and childish I sounded, all the same. How ridiculous it was definitely going to appear, if I ever told anybody that a woman raped me. Not to talk of when it is a 24 year old saying so. But then, Madam Ann wasn’t just any woman, she was a crazily heavy, ‘strong’ woman! In fact, from what I had felt as she tried getting me to agree with the s*x, she was indeed too powerful for a woman and when you compare that with my light-weight frustratingly slim self, you’d understand how difficult it had to be despite how hard I was going to try. Ultimately, before I could even squeeze out an arm from behind her knee where she had trapped them, she had begun forcing her large taut Tips into my mouth, threatening to hit my head if I ever bit them! The message was clear – suck them as much as you could!
“…you have to learn how to suck and please a woman” she added as she pushed more and more of her admittedly succulent Bosom into my mouth!
“…you have to learn how to suck and please a woman” she added as she pushed more and more of her admittedly succulent Bosom into my mouth!
I felt her Tips grow somewhat larger in my mouth as I graciously covered her areolas in saliva; in continuous attempt to take as much of her breasts as possible! I also felt, rather curiously though, my Joystick get somewhat larger in my trousers! While I couldn’t exactly say that I was getting any form of excitement from Madam Ann’s rather brutish ‘experiment’, I still wouldn’t completely deny that my body was taking it in rather well. By the time she would come off my mouth amid several strings of my saliva which clung around her very puffy black areolas, I could feel my Joystick arching a bow across my right thigh! I was more worried about her seeing it than I was for it’s being there in the first place. Admitting that the evident erection had anything to do with Madam Ann’s breasts, was simply saying that I was now dirty and corrupt-minded. That was just fire-sure impossible under the sun for me! Or so I thought!
I also felt, rather curiously though, my Joystick get somewhat larger in my trousers!
As Madam Ann lifted her heavy self from my body, she made sure not to free my still-trapped hands. She had grabbed the one I had managed to free and returned it back – pushing it further in, this time. I didn’t exactly get what she now had in mind until she began to drag her sitting self along my body up towards my face. One could imagine how much weight my body was having to bear! Spectacularly, she was so very wet in her Kittycat already because as she dragged on, her vulva poured and smeared her heavily musky-scented Kittycat-fluids along my belly and chest! She was cleanly shaven so I could uninhibitedly see her sizable clitoris sticking out! It’s head was enticingly bubbly and swollen; a second sign that she was very much aroused already.
…I could uninhibitedly see her sizable clitoris sticking out!
When she got to my lower neck, she suddenly lifted her heavy butt and just then, sat over my face with a gentle thud! Like some planned arrangement, my lips precisely found her vulva and her next flow of Kittycat-fluids seamlessly flooded my mouth! She was unbelievably responsive! However, her buttocks weren’t the best weights to bear as they mercilessly pressured my head into the deepest regions of her sofa! My hands were still very much trapped and had even risen along with her legs as she slid up to my face. She didn’t waste any time to announce to me that I was required to suck her Kittycat just as I did her Tips. While I had heard about it from a couple of colleagues in the University, that moment was the first time I was ever seeing it live! Moreover, it was just unfortunate that I was basically the person giving the lick. Anyways, she kind of tried encouraging me by holding onto my head, and as I sucked and lapped her Kittycat fluids, she more like directed my mouth by gently pulling my head from side to side.
…she kind of tried encouraging me by holding onto my head, and as I sucked and lapped her Kittycat fluids…
She also always reacted whenever I exceptionally pleased her with my tongue and would go on to hiss or gasp! It soon got more than absurd when I noticed how I began looking to do more of the acts that would bring her to hiss even more! And predictably, it made her do just that! She even began grinding her Kittycat against my lips and tongue, pouring more of her fluids into my face! When she felt she wasn’t filling my mouth with as much of her Kittycat as she wished, she turned around to see where she would place her hands so that she could further push her entire pelvis into my open mouth! But then, that was just when she noticed my bowed Joystick which unfortunately, had even crossed to the other side of my skinny left thigh in total erection!

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The next week was filled with gist about potential girlfriends, we all were on the hunt and some progress was being made.

Abbey was the first to make a headway with a girl called Jane. Jane was a SS3 student . Jane was ok, very lively and respectful, but has Abbey would find out she wasn’t respectful to his dickk.

One lovely evening Jane decided to pay Abbey a visit, it was a full house that evening, she was interrogated by the house and truly, she didn’t disappoint. She also helped us in cooking that night.

We were about leaving the room when she said she wanted to leave to Abbey’s disappointment. We tried to persuade her to stay but little did we know that she had a plan.

Abbey escorted her and didn’t return for almost two hours, he came and gave us details of his exploit, he said

‘When we got to that public toilet area, under the big tree, jane just drew me close and placed a kiss on my lips, I was surprised at first, I looked around to see that the area was secluded. I didn’t need a second invitation I just took control of her lips, there were so soft and her breath was a sweet smelling savour, while I was busy kissing, jane had found her way to my trousers, she unzipped it and was stroking my JT. I paused, looked around and found a better place where we could continue the ministry cause my legs were tired of standing. I found a wall close by, and I leaned on it while she continued probing and rubbing my JT, I reciprocated by squeezing her Bosom, men those melons were strong, like it has never been pressed before, my hands on her Bosom sent sensation to her system cause she became aggressive in the act of JT squeezing, and it seems she want to remove my JT from its hook on my body. At this point the pleasure had disappeared so I had to stop her. I stopped her and the next thing she did shocked me the most, she went down on her knees and dip my JT into her mouth. I was in paradise, I saw angel Gabriel telling me to come into the glory of my lord, I was about entering paradise when I heard her say please don’t come in my mouth oooo, this one you are doing like an epileptic patient. Then I discovered that I was Approaching already, she stood up buttoned her top and told me to get going. I was week and couldn’t move, then I asked her when we will complete what we started, she told me Never.

Abbey finished his narration and we all hailed him, shouting, singing and praising his exploit.

Kzee: well we have no proof that what you are saying is true, so we can’t count this has a point

Me: its true ooo, he may just be making tins up jare

TJ: any match not played in this room is counted as a loss, so no point for you

We all laughed and mocked Abbey that he should stop lying.
Abbey was obviously angry, but he vowed to show us proof even in the room the next time he has a match.

Little did we know what Abbey meant has proof was…

I wasn’t doing badly myself, but my hunting had not yielded any good fruit. The first girl I tried to chyke only asked me two questions and that was the end, the conversation went thus

Me: hello babe
Babe: hi
Me: you looked great from afar so I just said I should view your beauty up close and personal
Babe: hmmmmmm
Me: my name is tee, what’s yours?
Babe: am Ruka, but what did you say your name was again
Me: tee
Ruka: what’s your real name
Me: that’s my name
Ruka: you are not a muslim abi
Me: yes am a christian
Ruka: sorry it can’t work
Me: what can’t work
Ruka: don’t disturb yourself, it can’t work I say
Me: ruka, I don’t know what you are talking about ooo, but all the same, nice meeting you.

I just respect myself and find my way home peacefully. So I decided to name my self Luqman whenever a lady ask for my name again.

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Three days later, Abbey eventually got Jane home, he already told us she was coming so we all sat at Halima’s parlour. She did come and they were inside for more than one hour. Immediately they went out of the room we all rushed in. We got in to meet the bed neatly laid, the room was smelling very nice and there was no trace of panshing happening. We couldn’t wait to mock Abbey again.

While waiting, Acme decided to pray cause it was 7pm already, after is abolition, he arrange the praying mat that was usually close to the edge of the bed, and to his greatest surprise, his hand packed a handful of sticky substance, he tried checking again before he screamed AWUSUBUILLIAH.

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Later in the evening, it was a full house, I and Acme had decided to keep what I saw a secret, so it was. After dinner we were having discussions when I raised the Halima’s issue.

Me: guys abeg, that young girl called halima, like how old is she sef?

TJ: oni bara e n bole bo ( your beggar is about turning to a thief)

Me: haaaa, forget that, I have no negative intentions ooo, its just that this afternoon I saw her in a school uniform but she looks older than the average student

Acme: well she’s just 14 years

Me: really? Wetin she dey chop

Kzee: I have been trying to corner her sef

Abbey: bros Kzee, is she not too young for you? Ou guys no am the youngest in this room, so please leave the young one for the young man

We all clapped for Abbey and is great presentation then kzee continued

Kzee: you know you two would be too young for each other, she needs a mature hand to guide her through this young adolescence stage, and that’s where my experience comes in handy

Abbey: but bros you know I know your girlfriend of seven years, do you want to cheat on her? Even if you are to cheat, is it with his tiny girl. Please leave her for me oooo

Acme: guys, anyone can have her, but please let’s have it in mind that her mum has been wonderful to us, she brings food for us almost every night, sometimes she allow us sleep in her sitting room due to our congestion, so please whatever the case may be, don’t let her mother know.

Kzee: I understand, if I corner her now, we would be having more food from their side.

While we were still talking, KB walked in, I tried to check my time and it was past 9pm. We all excused her and Acme to sit in Halima’s sitting room

Me: ismail, she this babe wan sleep here ni? Or shey na around she dey stay

Ismail: she fit sleep na, na today? She usually sleep here when she feels like

We then switched the discussion to football, Ismail was an Arsenal fan with Abbey, Kzee and Acme are both chelsea fan while I am a manchester united fan, TJ is clubless.

It was past ten so we all decided to go in and sleep, cos it seems Halima and her sister rukky will be sleeping in the sitting room.

Acme and KB took the big bed, with Acme sleeping close to the wall so KB was sleeping close to where we were to put our heads. We squeezed ourselves to the small hostel size bed and we haven’t slept for long when we started hearing whispers from the big bed. Well at first I taught I was the only one hearing this but I saw Kzee also running his eyes through and fro and our eyes met but we remained silent. This was what we heard

Acme: Kb move closer now
KB: please leave me like this am tired

Acme: just move ur Buttocks close

Kb: what are you even trying to do, leave my wrapper joor

Acme: you are raising your voice na

Kb: you too leave me alone. Stop don’t off my pant ooo

Acme: your shakara to much joor, just move closer

KB: acme I don’t have the strength for this tonight

Acme: don’t worry, u don’t need to stress yourself, just let me do the job.

The next thing we heard was the bed moving, Kb had loosed her wrapper making he Buttocks to face Acme, and Acme the sharp guy had penetrated her from behind.

Acme was hitting her hard cos I could hear the sound his body was making with her Buttocks, but Kb was neither shaking nor making a sound she was just there like a log of wood.

At this point I became restless, sleep had vanished and my eyes were too clear, to make matter worse I became tensed and had to use the toilet, but how I go take stand up for this situation.
I was just there forming snoring and kzee was tapping me at interval to let me know he was watching the live mojo, cause from the angle he slept he could see some part of the bed.

After about 30 minutes, the movement stopped, so I stood up, took my phone, when to the toilet and placed a call to my babe in lagos, you know then extra cool was the best package for any student.

I tried talking dirty with my babe, but she wasn’t in the mood for that, she left me hanging saying she was feeling sleepy, chai I don suffer.

Went back inside closed my eyes firmly and before I knew it, I was off to dreamland.

By 5am we all do wake up, cause all my room mates where muslim and they have to pray early, but on this fateful morning, Acme was the first to wake up, he quickly dashed to the bathroom for his ‘janaba’. Janaba is a special kind of cleansing bath usually done after sexual intercourse. After the prayers, we all went to the farm beside our house to play football, KB was home preparing the meal for the day. After the game, we returned home and Kb said she was leaving, Acme escorted her.

When Acme returned, the following discussion enthused

Kzee: baba welldone ooo
Acme: thank you
Kzee: how was it?
Acme: what?
Kzee: nothing ooooo, don’t worry
Me: oga, you really slept well yesternight oooo
Acme: because of Kb? She can’t even disturb my sleep, I was really tired that yesterday
Me: I can imagine
TJ: is it the first time Kb is sleeping here or why are you guys getting over your head with that

Kzee: this is not the first time ooo, but if you had not slept like a golgi body or a log of wood, you would have know that yesterday was a first.

Me: but how can you guys sleep that night

Abbey: why won’t we sleep? What are you guys really driving at

Acme: don’t mind them jare

Me: why will they mind us before when you were busy ramming someone from behind without minding that we put our head and creator on that same bed

TJ: its a lie, it can’t be true, don’t tell me I missed something has eventful has that

Kzee: oga you missed more than that, this guy almost tear the punny but the girl sef no even shake, she tanda gidigba for the guy.

Me: my guy was just over working himself and the lady just dey read newspaper for her dream.

We all laughed

Tj: but Acme, this frustration had to stop oooo

Acme: if you are frustrated, go do your own na

Me: you know say me I new here that’s why I was watching how things dey go, but as I have understand that we all are freemen, then we go dey frustrate ourselves the go be that

Abbey: na true na, make me first use Halima break record

Kzee: abbey, you know say your dad handed you over to me from lag, don’t let me be the same person that will break your head ooo, leave Halima alone

Me: why will you ask him to leave her alone, make everyone play his game well and then its lucky for the winner.

Acme: after all said and done, ladies and gentlemen of Spooky Island, let the competition begins and at the end of the semester we will all have our score cards and reports.

No wahala we all chorused.

At this point, hell hath been let loose and the son of men were ready to out do the other for the devil’s price.

So far, Acme is leading but the table is just about to turn.

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A story written by Ajadi Tunde (ajadibabatunde@gmail.com)

Managers Villa is located at Oko Erin off Taiwo Road in Ilorin. History had it that it was a slaughter slab in those days when Unilorin was majorly at the mini-campus, before the sacking of the 49 lecturers and before Unilorin stopped having a SUG. It was the home to Mademen, Strongmen and more, well if you want to know more about mademen I suggest you try and read drnoel’s Chido Remi: Memoirs
Of Dying And Living!!! Or davidflo’s The Devil Who Loved Me.
It was some 200 metres away from the main road and it was borderd by a carnal on the south, an uncompleted two story building on the west, a mini farm on the east and a bush path to the north.
Back to the story.
I got my bag and returned to the villa, I was given a little orientation about registration and school before we slept. Now sleeping was an ish.
We had two beds in the room, one large size Mouka foam and a small hostel size bed. The beds were placed side by side. Two people sleep on the big bed, while the rest place their head on the big bed and their bodies on the small one with legs dangling on the rug. Acme and Bisola slept on the bed, well my church mind said it was because he owns the room and she’s the only lady, as usual, I believed my church mind.

Next morning we all left for school, it was a cold morning with fog everywhere. Got to school did my clearance but had to rush back to the villa cause I had to travel back to lagos that same day. If you have read Cancer a true life story you should know why I had to go back home.

I got to the villa, to our door precisely and some voices from within stopped me from opening, it was a lady screaming at the top of her voice: yeeeeeee, ori iya mi oooo (my mothers head) obo mi ti ya ooo (my pvssy is torn), egba mi ooo, o fe pami ooo (please help me, he wants to kill me) please faster, faster. When I heard the last statement I almost laughed out loud, here was a lady crying for help and yet saying faster. When the streets always say ladies don’t know what they want, it was right after all.

I had to chill outside for some minutes, till TJ came back, he asked why I was outside, told him I just arrived, immediately he knew there was a match being played on the field. He walked through the passage singing Tony Tetuila you don hit my car on top of his lungs. Two minutes later, Acme came out and met us outside.

Acme: baba shey e never tey wey una come
Me: at all, I just land two minutes ago
Tj: we don dey hear since 30minutes ago, you be machine oooo, una no even fit dey play music to cover una sound.
Acme: boss no vex, and no be say we really do anything ooo, we just they play around the room ni hence the noise you heard
TJ: acme, shey you see tribal mark for my face abi
Me: bosses, I need to get my bag inside, am off to lagos
Acme: hope all is well
Me: yeah, just forgot some documents at home ni
Acme: wait let me go in first and I will signal to you to come in
Me: you want to arrange the place u guys scattered when you were running around the room bah?
We both laughed and few seconds later I got the signal to move in.

I met a beautiful, brief black lady inside the room, she was well endowed on the upper region, and her Buttocks was well rounded, to say the least, she was beautiful, she was introduced to me as KB, you know when a short lady is endowed in every area, she looks shorter. Yeah that was KB. I really didn’t have time to access her, I just took my bags and left.

I returned from Lagos, to resumed fully and here is where the sexcapades begin.

Happy Democracy Day Nigeria. We pray this new administration lead us to the promised land.

Got back to ilorin on a sunny afternoon, just past 2pm. Got chilled pure water and garri to step it down, I got to the lodge and met the shock of my life, was it really a shock? Well, I opened the door and met Bisola on Acme ramming him like no man’s business. I quickly moved back without turning around.
*Omo which kain tin be dis* I taught to myself, see as I just use my blues spoil people reggae this afternoon.

Sitting outside, Halima a neighbour’s daughter came back from school.

Halima was on a hijab up to her Bosom level but that didn’t stop me from noticing the dunlop elite she carried. She was fair, chubby and beautiful, I mean very beautiful.
Halima was an SS2 students of girls school Oko-Erin, but hey, she was more matured than a final year university student. I decided to ask halima for a bowl and spoon to consume my garri, she brought the bowl and asked me to sit in their sitting room while I wait for my friends to finish. I sat there, within minutes Halima had changed to a short gown, infact it was a provocative short gown. She sat opposite me, seating carelessly, well, I tried to drink my garri in peace, but this thing opposite me had taken the peace away, I was restless. I kept my gaze on her face level while she tried to start a conversion.

Halima: bros, you are the one I saw with sister Bisola the other night
Me: yes ooo, na me
Halima: have u called her to know you are here
Me: well, I don’t need to call her cos I stay here now
Halima: really?
Me: yes

By this time halima’s laps were as wide as the parted red sea and my gaze left her face level without notice to her knee level, halima was wearing a silky blue pant, from afar I could see that the region was swollen. My JT was responding to what I was seeing and I had forgotten that we were having a discussion. I was brought back to reality when she shouted bros again

Me: yea, sorry I was lost in taught *trying to form serious*
Halima: *obviously aware of what was happening* just smiled and asked what I was thinking
Me: about school and everything
Halima: by the way, what’s your name
Me: am tee
Halima: so I will be calling you Tee baba
Me: no problem if that’s good for you.

While we were discussing, Acme walked in and we shook hand, he then said we should go into the room. We got to the room and Bisola was no where to be found, so I asked

Me: baba where Bisola now
Acme: she’s gone
Me: gone to where?
Acme: didn’t she tell you? She moved out some days after you travelled. She just came to pick some of her things that are left
Me: somethings like you abi
Acme: well, if u say so
Me: so u guys are dating abi
Acme: date fire, we are not ooo. It was when she came for Post UME that I tried my luck with her ooo, and since then we have been shining each others congo
Me: hmmmmm
Acme: shey una two dey date ni
Me: at all ooo, she just a friend from church and it was even admission that brought us closer
Acme: but has I dey reason am, e be like say you wan sample the girl
Me: I will if I get the chance ooo.
The conversation continues indefinitely.

That was the last time I saw Bisola till the semester ended, we do talk on fone but she avoided me like a plague.

Later in the evening, Acme showed me another phase of dynamism..

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A story written by Dan Chucks…

“A 24 year-old virgin boy unfortunately falls into the hands a female-led company of friends and acquaintances that have seemingly ganged-up and are determined to bring him into ‘proper maturity’. Will he heed to their rather sensually-inspired maturity demands?”

I had six corps-member friends: Segun, Tolu, Michael, Bassey, Matthew and Abuchi; during my service year. I served in 2010 in Calabar and it was very easy to link up with these guys since they coincidently made up part of the membership of the hostel I was assigned into, in camp. In other words, when it was time for posting, being collectively posted to the same local government logically meant we would all still remain together. Luckily for us, we did manage to find a commercial hostel block which had in essence turned into a ‘corpers’ lodge’ over time, so we subsequently moved in! And as corps-members usually do, we found pairing quite comfortable. Segun, Michael and Abuchi were already coming from a wealthy background so they opted to independently rent 3 rooms for themselves while myself, Tolu, Matthew and Bassey just had to literarily pile ourselves in a room! We six used four rooms in total – Segun, Michael and Abuchi were in three while the rest of us shared the fourth! Fortunately, the rooms were on the same corridor so our being apart made little difference as we almost always preferred this long large corridor between us. We would leave our rooms and choose instead to sit along the corridor for several hours gisting! We never stopped talking about our ‘early-days’ experiences after retiring home from our various Places of Primary Assignment (PPA) and it was so much fun to be part of! Most of these guys were talkative in disposition, and it meant we never ever had dull moments at all!
Anyway, among us all, I was a bit different. Not because I was very slim or anything like that. No. Just in personality. I studied Medical Lab. Science in the University. University of Lagos precisely, and it had a very strong influence over me.
Anyway, among us all, I was a bit different. Not because I was very slim or anything like that. No.
Moreover, I grew up in a very religious and extremely principled home where my dad was legion head at the central parish and my mom, a teacher in the seminary school! A combination of these meant that I eventually had very shaped thoughts to life and living. While growing up I believed a lot in the regimentation of things! I loved principles, orderliness and adherence to rules. I wasn’t the kind you would expect to begin a revolt of any kind and of course I was never going to easily go contrary to any believes I had originally had in the past – no matter how archaic they might appear! I was your standard old-fashioned conservative! And how so very unusual I appeared to the rest of my peers! It was predictably difficult to mingle, interact or associate with persons who would be ordinarily friends. Moreover, my parents’ stand on ‘ the ideal friend’, made it even more difficult! Their long list of essential features of such ‘friend’ simply translates to finding someone else very much like myself! In fact, it took me 20 years to actually begin to freely associate with colleagues and acquaintances! And that was just about the time I began having any idea of what s*x and relationships were – moreover, I had just gained admission into the University of Lagos (UNILAG) and had begun my first year!
The thoughts of s*x always seemed like a riddle! I just always found it difficult to wrap a head around it. Of course I had never seen, felt or even ‘touched’ s*x and was simply a virgin! I had heard it mentioned a couple of times by distant friends but it never did trigger any interests for me. Having no TV’s at home meant I was never going to see people performing the art at least until I left home! Since I also hadn’t read any books about it either, it turned out that I would be totally devoid of what actually happens when s*x takes place! The only knowledge I had about what a real Kittycat looked like was what we were told in one of the most notorious of the many biology classes we had on the reproductive organ, back in the Secondary School! Apart from that, I couldn’t emphatically claim that I was sure of how the vulva sits between the legs! Sometimes I had mistaken it to be horizontal instead of vertical – that was how bad it was! But mom would definitely rather that! Mom was fine with my complete oblivion of matters surrounding s*x! She always insisted that s*x was for married people only and that it was so very wrong for me to know anything at all about it before getting married. Being the only son made it just more difficult and to please her and dad, I unbelievably never mingled with girls at any point of my growing up. Neither did I ever meddle with things my parents will call nasty, dirty or obscene! In fact, it grew to a point of becoming areas of total disinterest for me and it meant that I was never likely going to seek for s*x at any point before marriage. It was only after I had gone into the university that I accidentally began giving thoughts to it occasionally. I had to think that it had something to do with the environment and how often I was now seeing guys with girls all around campus. However, I still remained a virgin until I finished with UNILAG, and the only girl I ever got pretty intimate with, left me three weeks into our seeing each other! I guess I bored the living jesus out of her!
However, I still remained a virgin until I finished with UNILAG, and the only girl I ever got pretty intimate with, left me three weeks into our seeing each other!
The day these corps-member mates of mine learnt I was still a virgin, real pandemonium broke out in the lodge! I had accidentally said it, while trying to explain my point in an on-going argument and predictably, none of them believed their ears! In fact, right from that moment until we went to bed several hours later, they never stopped reciting it – screaming at the top of their voices and disquieting the entire hotel block! They even went ahead to twist the revelation in as many ways as possible and began calling me all sorts of amusing names in reference to my preserved virginity! Tolu who was the eldest of us, never failed to continually point out how much Pour he thought I would certainly have in my possibly swollen testicles and how much of a load it would be for any woman that eventually had s*x with me in future! As they made these audacious pun of theirs, they endlessly laughed in follow-up! For the first time in my life, my virginity status suddenly became a source of outright embarrassment for me! It was something I usually prided myself in even without openly talking about it. But I soon further figured out by how much that would still change when these dudes notoriously went on to even openly do their virginity jibes at me, right in front of some of our closest household neighbours! That was when I got really irked and had to begin fighting back! Moreover, it was already too little too late at that point as one of our loudest neighbours and friend, Madam Ann had inevitably heard about it! She was an attractive woman of probably 45 years old (or a few years less) and sufficiently chubby, if not fat! Myself and the rest of the guys had known her through the last occupants of our rooms and considering she was often coming over to our compound to fetch water from the public tap just across the street, it was quite easy to begin getting on with her too.
She was an attractive woman of probably 45 years old (or a few years less) and sufficiently chubby, if not fat!
Nonetheless, she was indeed a boisterous extrovert like I mentioned earlier, and a near-talkative! Rumour had it that she was divorced from her man a couple of months into the marriage and she hadn’t bothered to go into another. Being a school headmistress (for one of the good-for-nothing public primary schools in the vicinity), it appeared she was self-sufficient and basically needed little marriage commitments. The previous occupants of our lodges had introduced her to us as the ‘lady who held the keys to their rooms when they were not around’ and we were happy to begin using her assist in the same capacity too as soon as we moved in – just for my room anyway. The arrangement only had to be terminated as soon as the boys began complaining about how often she queried them about their private lives each time they visited to pick up our key. She was a known gossip as a matter of fact! In other words, with all this knowledge about her personality, it is quite easy to see why divulging such private information about my s*x-life to her would mean disaster at the very least!
Weirdly though, It was exactly a week after I had regrettably revealed my virginity status to my roommates and friends that I was told that we would have to begin keeping our lodge’s key with Madam Ann once again. Of course, I didn’t exactly grab the rationale behind a return to the forgone idea just then. I did admit that we were already having a bit of a challenge with who was supposedly meant to be holding the key among the three of us. Mathew who usually used to be the first to get back from his PPA every workday, suddenly stopped doing so. In fact he began coming in after every other person and the task supposedly fell to my feet since I usually returned just after him. Getting home very early in other to make sure you open the door for the rest of the boys before their return, was never the problem, rather their refusal to allow me take up the role at all. Flimsy excuses like, “you might have days you wouldn’t meet up” and “what happens during days you go for your midweek church service?” always came up. Even when I suggested we cloned the key into multiples for everyone, they still refused for no just cause! They were hell-bent on seeing that Madam Ann began keeping the keys again and my recent past history with the fat woman did mean I was definitely going to be an unlucky man any day I happened to visit her to pick up our key! She was predictably going to ask about everything virginity and how I had refused to let s*x cross my paths since birth! It wasn’t going to be surprising at all, rather the true surprise might be what actual reason the boys would finally give, for returning the key to her apartment.

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You don’t get to meet the Local Government Inspector very often. Not outside Omu-Aran, the local government headquarters and definitely not personally. She had been waiting for him outside the town council office. She had been offered a chair and she had politely refused. She was too tensed up to sit. She still could not figure out why the LGI would want to meet with her. And then there was the matter of Nicholas. His house was been watched? By who? What was ….?

“Corper” Her thoughts were interrupted.”Get inside the car, I’m leaving for Omu-Aran. I’ll drive you to your lodge, I need to ask you some questions.”

What questions? She wondered as she walked towards his car. Wait, is he going to ask me out? She had heard rumours. Oh my God! No! Not me! She entered the car and shut the door. His car was very neat. Very neat people always have something to hide.

“Okay Kate, are you friends with Nicholas?” This is about Nicholas? He is not asking me out, thank God!
“Not really sir. We teach in the same school though.” It wasn’t a lie. They were not friends. Why the sudden interest in Nicholas?
“Okay. Does he have friends here? Fellow corps members or the people of the town?” Her heart was beating faster now. Did he know about Kemi? Nicholas did not have friends but she had seen him with Kemi a few times. Other people must have seen them too.
“No sir.” She answered, trying her best to keep a straight face. “He mostly keeps to himself”
“Okay” he grunted. They rode in silence for a while. It looked like he was done with his questions.”Your lodge is down that road, right?” He pointed in the wrong direction but she nodded her agreement.”You can come down here” he said stopping the car. She stepped out of the car and he drove away without saying another word.

Well, that was weird. How could I think he would ask me out? She was still a long way from her lodge. Nicholas’ house is close though.
She walked towards Imoji. It was a part of Arandun she did not visit often. Most of her students did not have parents who could afford properties on that side of town.

Nicholas lived very close to the richest people in the town. Surely they will notice any strange person lurking around.
Nicholas’ house was closer than she thought. She did not see any strange person lurking in any dark corners so she moved closer. Suddenly she stopped. She could not believe what she saw.

Oh my God, who is that?

* * *

“Sir I don’t understand why you would want us to do that. We can take care of the problem once and for all. My men are already….”
“Faruk, listen to me” His voice was always calm. It was one of the reason his men feared him. He never showed his anger. At least not in his voice.”Are you my boss?”
“No sir. Oga, I’m sorry, i just don’t understand sir” He obviously wanted some explanation.
“Okay Faruk, how about i give you a short explanation. 250,000 Naira every month. You see, that makes me boss. You understand that?”
“I understand perfectly sir”
“Good” He threw his phone on the table. He doesn’t understand. Foolish boy.

* * *

Lion King was his favourite cartoon. The story was centered on the Lions; Simba’s Father, Simba then Simba’s son. They were great characters but his favourite character was Timon. He loved the character in a way no adult should. And he was always part of his worst nightmares. He had had many nightmares where he saw a hyena tearing Timon apart. He would wake up from these nightmares scared.
He had no idea what the time was or even if he had seen Timon in his dream but he woke up very scared.
His eyes were still shut as he tried to figure out where he was. He was lying on something soft, probably a mattress. The scent of the place was really familiar. A grinding machine started in the distance, it sounded just like his neighbour’s machine.
He opened his eyes. Am I at home? All windows were closed. But he could still recognise his room even in the dark. How did I get home? Dele? I was going to meet the boss. He opened his windows. Everything looked normal. Who kidnapped me? Why would they return me? Everything was exactly as he left them. He looked outside the window again. Is that… is that Kate? What is she doing here? Oh my God, she is coming here? She already saw him. She was already at his door.

“Hi Kate” he said opening the door. “What are you doing here?” She stopped mid step. It looked like she was going to hug him. “I’m sorry, please come in” She came in without saying a word.

He kept his eyes on her as she sat down on his reading chair. He knew what must be going through her mind and he had thought about it himself. Why did he call her? He still did not know why. He had called her and here she was.

“How did you get back?” That was going to be the first of many questions he assumed.
“I have no idea. I just woke up and found myself back in my room.” She still looked confused. He was too.
“Nicholas, as you can imagine, i have lots of questions to ask you. I’ll ask only one for now. Why would anyone want to kidnap you?” She had a very serious look on. Why did she care what happened to him?
“Of course I’ve had time to think about that. And to be honest I don’t know who will want to kidnap me. My Mom is not rich, I’m obviously not rich. I’m not the only Corper here. By the way the kidnap looked personal” He realised he was talking to himself. “Sorry Kate. I just don’t understand what’s happening.”
“Do you have maybe, an uncle or something? Your Dad? You didn’t mention your Dad. Is he… I don’t know, you didn’t mention him” She had a point. Why had he not considered him.
“My Dad, wow! Why didn’t I think of him? First, I’ve not seen him in years. I’m kind of an illegitimate son. You can imagine the kind of life I had.” He could see pity on her face. He did not like being pitied. “No, it’s not like that. My Mom took care of me. But the thing is my Dad was rich. He was a politician. A big one” She looked surprised.
“Nicholas, you’re saying ‘was’. Why are you talking about him in past tense? Is he… like dead?” She said the last part in a whisper.
“Yeah Kate, he is. He’s dead. Recently actually. Three months ago. But that can’t have anything to do with this. I don’t even use his name. Wait what is that?” He moved towards the window. He heard footsteps. They seemed to be running.
“Nick, is that Kemi’s Father?” She looked at him. “Oh my God!”

Nobody saw me at her place. How did they know? What do I tell them?

“Kate, what do I do?” She looked confused. They were close now; Kemi’s Father, one of the town’s chiefs and two men he did not recognise. “Kemi, they’re close” He was really scared now.

“CORPER COME OUT O. COME OUT”

He had to face them. He had to leave the room, he did not want them to see Kate.
He stepped outside, it was time for Timon to face the Hyenas.


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Episode Two

Kate loved children, but this afternoon she was in no mood for her students. It was a hot afternoon. The sun seemed to be at war with the earth, and Arandun seemed to be its target at the moment. Arandun was a nice place and Kate loved living there. Its serene village environment suited her. She loved the simplicity of the villagers and their fascination with her vast knowledge.
She looked around her, the staff room where she was sitting was small and sparsely furnished. The room like every other room in the school was made with clay bricks.It was roofed with aluminium sheets but it might as well had been open roofed when it rained.
Kate rocked her phone with her fingers. It was a pleasant surprise to find a mobile network signal in Arandun. The surprise she received in the early hours of the morning though, wasn’t a pleasant one. It was pleasant at first. Nick never called her, she did not even know he had her number. Most would have thought they would be good friends but they were not.

“Kate, look, I’m in trouble. I don’t understand what happened but they might be after me.”
“They? Who is they?”
“I don’t know. Somebody. And i think Kemi is dead!”
“Wait! What?! Nicholas! Are you running? Just stop, i can’t hear you. Hello, hello…Nicholas?”

The conversation kept playing in her mind. Who was after him? How could Kemi be dead? What did it have to do with Nick? Why did he call her? So many questions, not a single answer.

“Kate, what are you… never mind. The LGI wants to see you.” She had not realised Emeka was standing in the room. He was her friend. At least that was what she believed. He was a good guy. But right now, not even him could take her mind off Nicholas.
“You heard me, right?”
“Yeah, i did. Sorry.” Why wasn’t there news of Kemi’s death yet? Maybe Nicholas was wrong. Maybe he was mistaken.
“Emeka, did you hear anything about Kemi?”
“Kemi? No. Why?” She could see he was surprised by her question. Kemi was not her favorite person. “Kate what is happening? You’ve been in this office alone for hours and you are clearly distracted by something.” He turned to face her, blocking the doorway.
“It’s nothing. I was just asking.” She wasn’t a good liar. He must have bought this lie though because he moved out of the way.
“Whatever you say. Just make sure you see the LGI”
“Ok Emeka. I’ll see you at the lodge”

She looked around her. It was only a few weeks that she had spent in the Arandun Community College but it was already a big part of her life. She could not imagine harm coming to anyone in Arandun. She was about to lock the door when her phone rang.

“Nicholas?”
“Nicholas? I sent for you. Didn’t you get my message?” The LGI? Nicholas and the LGI calling her on the same day. Something was definitely happening.
“I’m on my way sir. I was just trying to round…” He dropped the call. Strange man. It wasn’t a surprise no one liked him. Her phone rang again.
What! She already said she was coming. “Hello sir, I’m on my way”
“Kate, don’t go near my house. Somebody is watching the place” Nicholas?
“Nicholas? Where are you?” She sounded more agitated than he did.
“Just don’t go to my place. Promise me you won’t.”
“What are you saying?”
“Shhh, someone is coming. Please don’t…” She had received two scary calls from a guy who a few hours ago was just a colleague. He wasn’t even a friend. The LGI. She had forgotten about him. She was not afraid of him right now. She was scared enough already. She had so many questions her head was almost bursting.
There was one thing she knew she had to do, one way to get some answers; check Nicholas’ house.

* * *

The phone by his bedside rang. It rarely did, but when it did he had to answer .
“What do you have for me son?”
“We have a problem sir. A girl sir.”
“Have you taken care of it, the problem?”
“No sir. Just wanted to give you the information first sir”
“Oh, thank you information officer.” He said with a scoff. “Take care of the problem.”
There was only one thing he hated more than unsolved problems, foolish people who had the nerve to tell him about them.

* * *

Darkness. It was one of the twelve plagues the Egyptians suffered as recorded in the bible. He had always wondered why darkness was considered punishment. Now he understood. It had a certain torture that pushed you to your wit’s end. Nicholas was definitely at his wit’s end. A few more hours in the darkness and he would lose his mind.
He wondered how he had not lost it already. Twelve hours ago he was a normal twenty four year old, living a normal life and staying out of trouble. Now, he had woken up on the same bed with a dead girl, put an innocent girl who wasn’t even his friend in trouble, been knocked out cold by something he didn’t still understand and now was in darkness so thick he saw better with his eyes closed.
How long was he knocked out for? He could have been out for hours or days, he had no idea. All he could think about was the blackness and darkness that surrounded him.
“God, I need light!” he screamed in frustration.
“There you go boy” He was momentarily blinded with the sudden light shining on his face. “I have to tell you, I am not God. I just answered your prayer on his behalf”
Nicholas couldn’t believe it. Had he been in the room all along? Then he must have heard his call to Kate.
“What’s going through your mind boy? You must think I’m a ghost passing through walls right? Well, you probably won’t believe that i opened the door and entered. See I’m very stealth. It’s one of my best qualities.”
Nicholas was still lost in thought not paying much attention to the man speaking.
“Okay boy, let’s go. The boss wants to speak with you.” Nicholas, still not speaking, stood up. “Are you dumb boy? You’ve got nothing to say to poor old Dele?”
He wasn’t a people person. At least that was what he was told. He was here, scared, and poor old Dele was complaining because he wasn’t exchanging Christmas stories with him?
“Mr Dele , I’ve got more on my mind right now. I’m really not interested in your qualities. Well except killing is one of them.” Dele chuckled. But he did not reply.”Something I’ll like to discuss with you Dele, is your boss. Who is he?”
“So now you wanna talk? Very funny. Well, I’ll let you form your own opinion about my boss. You’ll meet him soon.” And he did not say another word.
They walked through a corridor. The walls were painted white. There wasn’t much to see. ‘The boss’ obviously loved darkness. The light available was just enough to aid movement. He had been more relaxed than most would be in his situation but a certain feeling of dread fell on him as thy neared the end of the corridor. He could see three doors. As they moved closer to the doors he stared hearing voices. One of the voices sounded familiar but he could not place it.
Dele seemed to have grown very silent. He did not make any sound. Almost as if he was not breathing. He looked behind him and Dele was not there. The guy must really be stealth. It looked like he was supposed to enter through one of the three doors.
For some reason he started getting scared again. Just open one of the doors he told himself. The voices were gone. Just open one of the doors. What door was he supposed to open? Just open a door, damn it!
He moved towards the first door. The lock looked newly made. On to the next door, new lock? Obvious trouble.
The second door was slightly open. Move to the next door, slightly open is slightly fishy.
The third door was normal. This must be it. It is time to meet the boss. The sweaty palms were returning. He steadied his hand on the door handle. The last thing he wanted was to look weak. Slowly, he turned the lock. It didn’t open. Then he heard the voices again. Where were they coming from?
He turned suddenly. A sharp pain pierced through his neck. The pain eased and he felt really happy. A smile spread across his face as he dropped to his knees.Lovely! Oh I love you too Mom. His eyes wee closing. He felt like sleeping. As he went to sleep he saw a dark figure.
“He’s down sir” What did he mean by down? He just wanted to sleep
Wait, Dele?

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The morning was cold, the leaves were wet, it wasn’t a pleasant time to run. The city was still asleep and it did not look like it would wake up anytime soon. Sweat ran down his face as he ran, his muscles ached, his heart raced but he kept on running.
Nicholas wasn’t an athlete but he ran like he was. If he was an athlete, he probably would have stopped running. No athlete needed to run this hard, no athlete needed to run at this time.
“Just get home” he said to himself. Home was an old room with rusted roofing sheets. It did not have the clean toilet, the cozy kitchen with the gas cooker and the always cold refrigerator he was used to. It was home nonetheless. And it was the place Nicholas had to get to.
As he ran he looked at his now familiar race track. It wasn’t a race track until this morning but it was familiar. It was a bush path, a narrow bush path, rarely used by people. It was one of the reasons he chose the path. The path looked especially lonely that morning but it wasn’t going to set him back, he had to get home.
A light shining in the distance caught his attention, judging by the distance it had to be coming from his house. That was strange. He lived alone. He had no friends and he definitely wasn’t expecting anybody. He reduced his pace. A lot of thoughts crowded his mind. He still had to run, but it was not right, a light?
He moved closer. There was no doubt, the light was coming his house. In the dark his house looked nice. The old structure had a beautiful silhouette. He had been thinking of putting up window curtains but he had not gotten around to it. So now he could see inside his room. There was nobody inside as far as he could see. He decided it was better to solve the puzzle of how the light got to his room than to stay out in the cold early morning.
He was now very close to his house. He slowed to a walk. Everywhere was quiet, no sound came from his room. He could hear his heart beating. He tried to calm himself, but no part of him understood what calm was anymore. His feet kept moving, but every other part of him seemed to be numb. He moved closer to his house, his eyes seemed to have snapped out of their numbness because now they darted in all directions looking for any sign of movement. As he approached his doorway, he noticed his door was open. Now everything was becoming weird. First he thought all he had to do was get home, now it looked like someone had been in his room.
He entered the room slowly and quietly, looked around, everything looked fine. The light he had seen came from a candle burning by his bed. It was good he came when he did, his house would have been burnt by morning.
He put down the candle and lay on the bed. He had lived a simple uneventful life but no one will describe his life as uneventful now. And he was sure it wasn’t going to be simple anymore either.
Then he saw it. It was getting closer. The hair on his neck stood, his palms were getting wet, what was happening to him. It was close now, but he could not move.
“Corper” he had a voice call out.
Then everything went dark.

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Needless to say that the supposed uncertainty and fear quickly vanished as I hurriedly brought my hand to pick up the beautifully veined black potato! It was simply a beauty!

Since it was actually supposed to be a measurement process, I remembered my tape and brought it to his Joystick! His pre-Pour was still sipping through his opening as threads after threads of clear fluid pulled through, moments after moments! When a little of it unexpectedly collected across my upper wrist, I instinctively subtly brought it to my mouth, lapping it up in a jiffy! He was looking at me when I looked up to see if he had saw me, so I looked away that instant, choosing to begin tying the tape around his young but relatively huge Joystick! It measured an outstanding 5.2inches – a size quite bigger than that of an average adult, causing me to let out an unconscious gasp from my mouth!
The way it heavily throbbed and pulsated inside my palm didn’t let me give attention to anything else! I even found myself salivating, swallowing saliva, gulp after gulp! When he pulled another inch closer, probably in a bid to encourage me to do more than I was doing, his manly scent instantly filled my nose, bringing more juices into my Kittycat! It wasn’t long before my lips eventually opened wide, as I began attempting to fit the hefty lump of boy-flesh into my mouth!


Raw spit poured from the side of my mouth as Stanley’s Joystick quietly glided into the moist warmth of my oral cavity! His young hands were soon over my head as he held onto my hair, pulling me further into him! I then began sucking his Joystick, slurping it up and down my mouth like some lollipop! His pre-Pour hasn’t still stopped sipping and it’s near-salty taste was soon very much abound in my mouth while I F***ed the pole with my lips!
My other hand had already dropped with the tape and it soon found my Kittycat as I began rubbing my clit and soaked opening. The sensation was just too much to bear and I was having to counter it by using my hands.
After a number of jabs and thrusts with his Joystick, Stanley pulled away from my mouth, causing several threads of saliva to travel along with his glistening member!

As he prepared to return the turgid pole, the hefty thing repeatedly flapped about heavily, slapping against my face and his thighs in the course! I didn’t even let him reach my yearning lips before grabbing it to return it back! He wasn’t going to let me do it alone, because he abruptly pushed his pelvis forward, causing the hard phallus to shove its way into my throat! I choked that instant, coughing violently as more saliva poured from every corner of my mouth!

Stanley knew what I was clearly passing through, because he pulled out again, letting his young Joystick rub abundantly over my tongue and lips! His Joystick was so soaked in saliva that the fluid still kept pouring down the Joystick from ever side of it even after he had pulled out the member from my mouth! He must have equally noted that he was adequately lubricated, because he boldly went to sit on my bed and then held up his prick in readiness for me!
It was already more than enough invite because without an iota of shame, I quickly pulled my nightdress over my head, getting stark Unclad before my young student and then hurriedly rushed into bed with my Buttocks cheeks flapping about loosely! As soon as I got on, I quickly straddled him and in no time, brought his stick to my opening!
As soon as I got on, I quickly straddled him and in no time, brought his stick to my opening! It was simply glorious how his Joystick slid through my nether lips and into my very tight cunt! It’d been over 3 years since I last had a boyfriend and even more than that since I got laid by a guy. This had inevitably caused my Kittycat to become so tight over the years as my Kittycat muscles kept closing in! Despite how relatively regular I had always been in fingering myself to orgasm, it still didn’t hinder this supposed situation. It was fun for Stanley anyway because he definitely found his Joystick closely wrapped within my cunt walls!

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When Paul came home later that evening, he
easily noticed that there was something
different about his wife. She was acting like she
was hiding something. The way her eyes
glowed was strange and she was not her
normal dull self who took her time in everything
she did. She also couldn’t stare at him straight
in the eyes, yet she kept on stealing a glance at
him, but would quickly look away whenever
they had eye contact.
“So how was your day?” He asked her while
having his dinner.
“My day?” she quickly asked. She didn’t know
when she became alarmed. “My day was okay,
just the same usual boring thing.”
He noticed this alarmed reaction too, but didn’t
know what to do about this observation.
Ruth wanted s*x and wanted it any moment
from now. Today was the last day of his fasting
but she wasn’t sure if he would want to touch
her. She needed him even though she wasn’t
sure she would have the same pleasure as the
lady in the neighbor’s balcony had had. She
just needed to be touched.
Paul couldn’t just understand what was wrong
with his wife. She was touching him here and
there, something she had never done before.
She watched him eat, saying little.
Was she still angry at him for what happened
last week? Paul thought. But she didn’t actually
look angry. He also observed as she quickly
parked the empty plate right after he was done,
dropped the plates in the kitchen and came
out.
“Let’s go into the room dear.” Ruth said.
There was also something different about the
way she talked, he noted. Did she want s*x? He
didn’t want s*x. He was tired and needed to
just pray and sleep. But how could she be
acting like she wanted s*x? That’s a worldly
behavior. “I want to read the bible a little before
coming into the room.”
“Alright, I will be inside.” She stood up and
entered the bedroom.
Paul could see that she was disappointed.
His wife wanted to make love to him and it was
his duty as a man to do that with her. Even the
word of God says so. He should be with her
even though he was tired. He read a few verses
in the bible and quickly stood up to join her in
the bedroom.
He put on his night gown and joined her on the
bed.
Ruth turned around once he lay on the bed and
began to caress him. This was a strange act as
far as Paul was concerned. His wife never
initiated s*x. There was an unfamiliar hunger in
the way she touched him. It quickly turned him
on and soon man and wife were Unclad.
Ruth wanted him to be wilder in his touch. She
wanted him to make her scream like the lady
had screamed today. But Paul wasn’t cut out
for this new style of love making. What had
gotten into his wife’s head? Why she just
rushing him, he just wanted to take his time; it
seemed like he was about to make love to
another person apart from his wife.
Ruth wasn’t feeling him; she felt frustrated but
kept on trying.
His fingers toughed her virgina, caressed it a
little and went up to her bosoms.
No! She was not going to have a few minutes of
caress and then s*x without energy. She
wanted him to finger her harder and suck her
bosoms harder too. She wanted him to make
her scream. Couldn’t he see that she was all
wet? She wondered how the lady felt with the
young man’s tongue in her virgina. She was
sure the feeling the tongue would have on her
femalecore would be heavenly.
“Please don’t take off your hand,” she pleaded.
“Touch me more,” she couldn’t believe she was
the one saying this. She wanted him to rub
harder on her femalecore. She just wanted to
feel all the pleasure she could.
Paul was surprised at the way she had talked.
What in devil had gotten into his wife? Was she
demanding a worldly kind of s*x from him?
Somehow, he wanted to give it to her as she
demanded but couldn’t bring himself of to do
such dirty things. Why does she want him to
over caress her virgina? He wasn’t just
expecting this.
He just touched her a little and quickly caressed
her bosom before driving his joystick into her.
Ruth almost cried out in frustration but loved
the feel of him inside her. She wanted to tell
him to suck her bosom hard but knew she
would sound as worldly as the lady in her
neighborhood. She was lying in a missionary
style but hoped that she would also have him
drive into her from the rear, just like the dog-
like style she saw her neighbor did to his girl
yesterday.
But he was getting over excited and needed to
have s*x with her before he ejaculated in the
process of romance. She was all wet and he
liked the feel of her virginal walls. This got him
even more excited as the walls of the warm
environment contracted and gave him a warm
welcome.
He ejaculated before he got to his thirteenth
thrust.
Ruth noticed he was pounding her faster, he
was coming!! “No, no don’t, please don’t come,
don’t stop pleaaase.” She please, surprised at
herself once again for saying it out loud.
But it was too late. Paul’s joystick was already
shrinking. He rolled off her and lay face up on
the bed, breathing heavily.
Ruth couldn’t understand what was wrong with
her. She was plain angry. The emptiness she
felt inside was so deep that she felt like crying.
Was this all she could get after all the
anticipation all day? She wanted to despise her
husband for leaving her this empty, but she
knew she shouldn’t. She was acting sinful even
with her thoughts and she knew she should
stop.
She felt sad. Then a realization downed on her.
She was never going to have as much joy
during s*x as that lady. She was never going to
be satisfied. She was stuck and would never
find the happiness she desired. She became
scared. The possibility of living the rest of her
life in this emptiness was scarier.

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The rather long thing danced and swirled
Then right before me, dragged out most of her luggage and bags from the bedroom pointedly stating that he didn’t want to see her in his house again! Mum never stopped crying, and in her nudity, tears and wounds, was pushed out into the cold of the night which by my time, was some minutes past 2am! I was too injured to even move a hand so I only managed to watch and shout at dad from where I was lying! That didn’t do much though because mum still left our home as dad directed! But as she walked into the dark night, she never failed to remind me to take care of my little sister while also emphasizing that I should make sure I didn’t continue with my friends; who she said were bad company!
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Aunty Edna is dad’s first and eldest sister! My paternal grandparents have three children. Aunty Edna, dad and Aunty Cecilia. While dad and Aunty Cecilia went on to lead married lives, Aunty Edna didn’t. She never got married despite how lucky she is as a lady. She is said to be very choosey and ultimately bossy. But then, she appears to be the only person dad really does ‘fear’ and listen to! Whenever she gets involved in something that has to do with dad, he quickly peddles down, opting to withdraw from whatever it was he was doing wrong. She was the one mum went to when she needed someone to talk sense into dad as soon as his incessant drinking began causing him to stay out of home too long. And as soon as she paid us a visit – which you could call a ‘rescue mission’ during which she spent considerable time speaking to dad, there were significant changes, even though he still resumed sometime later! But it was very obvious that she had a serious positive influence on him. And this was not difficult to pass down to us. The entire family respects Aunty Edna and do take her words very seriously. Unlike Aunty Cecilia who is a lot friendlier and quite a cheerful lady, Aunty Edna could pass for a strict authoritarian and it never did augur quite smoothly between us! In fact, the first thing I usually remember her for, is the rather notorious correctional encounter I had with her when I just turned 12. She had relocated to our house back then for a few months and during that period, I always saw her to be a pain in the Buttocks. It wasn’t long before we began falling out and on one of those few final occasions, it resulted in her spanking me! She locked me up in dad’s room and gave me the flogging of my life! I was abundantly decorated with bruises and swollen body parts by the time I was freed! I will never forget that day.
Anyways, other than those, Aunty Edna was a caring aunt. She is in her mid 50’s and about two years older than dad. Additionally, she is a famous teacher who has grown to become the Principal of a well-known school in Kaduna. She was basically the one who influenced the enrollment of mum into the secondary school where she taught today and had done so for several other relatives of our extended family. A testament to her popularity is her recent appointment as a council-member of a certain national secondary schools union to which she used to be just a committee head. This further begs the question, how is it that she isn’t being seen by enough men and potential suitors as she keeps touring the country while carrying out her roles? Is it that they ain’t seeing what every other person sees? Aunty Edna is provokingly beautiful! Both by face and by body! She has a finely cut face with alluring lips! Her body is aptly curvy and with seductive ’roundness’ in abundance! Her Bosom which are natural, are remarkably full as though they are fake and never cease to heave each time she moved! Her hips and Buttocks are simply mountains, conspicuously sitting on her backside! They beautifully transcend down into her curvy fleshy laps which descend down her lovely legs! She isn’t exactly tall but far from short.
Her hips and Buttocks are simply mountains, conspicuously sitting on her backside
She is also not slim but far from fat. She is just of a suitable size for a woman of her age. While I never thought about her in a sexual way, I still never failed to admire her gorgeous looks and figure! It will keep confounding the entire family, how she went on without going in with a man eventually. It isn’t difficult to accept mum’s stance that she keeps placing her marital demands and desires above what’s realistic. According to mum, many men have come asking for her hand, but she always found one or two reasons to disqualify everybody!

Now back to the story. Aunty Edna was going to come for a rescue mission in our home once more, I was told later! Mum had been pushed out. Dad as expected, vanished again. I was nursing a bruised head as well as a dislocated shoulder blade. My little sister had to move in with my elder brother as soon as I returned back to school. Our home was shattered and abandoned! A perfect situation for aunty Edna’s intervening visit! She had always done so for us, and she was likely coming to do another. Or so I thought. For when I went on to speak with mum, I realized dad wasn’t just Aunty Edna’s only reason for visiting. In fact, I was part of the reason! Of course it shocked me, and when I got the idea in details, I got very irked! Mum had refused to tell anyone that she had been pushed out of our home but instead confided in Aunty Edna her sister-in-law. She called her and told her everything. But equally told her that she was more worried about me than she was worried about her return to our home! Mum told her that she had noticed I was keeping bad company and that they were gradually destroying me. And that despite her persistence and relentless scolding, I still wouldn’t part with the lads in question. In other words, she was now very concerned that her then current absence from home would mean I would be under no check! So she wanted Aunty Edna to intervene. Aunty Edna who eventually accepted her plea was traveling over to our home after securing a work leave, and was going to remain with us (or me, if you like) until I was supposedly rescued from my friends who were bad influence, as they understood. Dad was suddenly the saint, while I had become the culprit!
Aunty Edna arrived about 6 days after mum had left our house. She called me as soon as she got into a luxury bus and asked me to return back home so that I could receive her. I did as she said and late that night, she arrived. She surprisingly appeared cheerful, asking me about my studies and general welfare. I helped her settle in, preparing my parents’ room for her and making her fried plantain and custard for dinner. As she ate, we talked more. She spoke about her sadness with what was playing out in our family. She also expressed how sorry she was for my mum and how she had been supporting her financially since after she left home. When she mentioned dad, she suddenly paused for a while. Then she continued and explained that she had been trying to reach dad for over four days and yet hadn’t been able too. She asked me if I had reached him and I said no; I hadn’t even tried calling him. She chuckled and kept quite. We later talked about so many other things and were only forced to retire to our beds when the candle which had been the source of our light, eventually burnt out. I was rather surprise she didn’t exactly tell me about her mission in our place, which I had already known to involve me. She didn’t say so then.
She only did so the next morning. She rose earlier than myself and was doing the dishes from last night when I met her. Since I was behind her, she didn’t notice my presence until I greeted her. Of course, I didn’t fail to observe how tempting she looked in the shimmering night dress she was wearing. From where I was standing, contours of her Buttocks globes, could be seen outlined on the backside of the dress.
From where I was standing, contours of her Buttocks globes, could be seen outlined on the backside of the dress.
It was significantly brief too as it only just crossed her mid-thigh. When I greeted her, she turned, displaying a deep front cleavage that was brazenly revealed by the plunging neckline of her night dress.
When I greeted her, she turned, displaying a deep front cleavage that was brazenly revealed by the plunging neckline of her night dress.
“You are up already?”, she said giving me a quick glance and turning to face the sink again.
“Yes ma” I replied, taking a quick glance at her exposed legs which were all the same beautiful too
“Won’t you be going to school today?”
“I am moving back to school today” I courteously joined her in the sink, helping her to arrange the washed plates.
She chuckled but then continued. “You are moving back to this place Daniel”
I was stunned! “Moving back here? But why?” My voice was already high. In contrast, she still remarkably maintained her composure, and continued speaking in the same tone.
“You already know. The family isn’t happy about the type of friends you are keeping and we think spending fewer times with them will help.”
“What family?”, I heard myself say, obviously annoyed. “A dead or existing one?”
She remained calm and kept washing the cup in her hand.
“Why don’t you just come out and say, you are here to baby-sit me?” I was looking straight into her thick eye-brows which delightfully prettify her darkly shaded eyes. Even without her make-up, she still looked beautiful.
“You are not moving back to school Daniel. For the time being, you will be going to school daily from home. And that’s final.” she dropped the cup she was washing and picked another.
I felt like bursting open! I was totally livid! Before I would turn and leave the kitchen, I intentionally dropped the ceramic plate in my hands, causing it to break into several pieces as it fell onto the concrete floor! Aunty Edna didn’t react to the fall. She didn’t even look to know what it was that fell to the floor; all to my inflamed fury!

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Ruth couldn’t really say how she managed to
breathe normally after the insane act she had
seen earlier that day. What in the world were
those two crazy people thinking by having s*x
out there in the open like animals?
What she saw was simply unbelievable, it was
pure evil.
She was sure this was the same girl that had
walked around Unclad for her husband to see
some days ago. Wasn’t the whole house
enough for them to have their abominable act?
What kind of demon was in possession of these
two?
She didn’t know what to think neither was she
able to get the memory of the grotesque sight
out of her head.
She tried to get herself busy by doing some
house chores but everything she thought in her
mind couldn’t allow her do anything
meaningful. The thought kept screaming in her
head.
Why was the lady even screaming like that?
Why did she allow him to use his mouth to… oh!
Ruth felt like going insane. Never had she seen
two people have s*x before, not to think of
having it in such a bizarre way. Was that the
way every other couple had s*x? Everything
was insanely different from what she always
had with Paul. Yet Ruth had always known that
there was more to the act than she always got
from her husband.
Yes, why was she even screaming like that?
Was she just acting crazy? Why did she allow
him to make love to her in different positions?
How was s*x even possible in all those position?
Ruth couldn’t imagine herself being made love
to that way. It was barbaric and animalist. It
was wayward and worldly.
Her screams… somehow, Ruth could relate with
those screams. It was pleasure, but why was
she so loud? Was the feeling different? She had
always wanted more when having s*x with
Paul. But she didn’t know all those positions
and all those oral stuffs were possible… and
enjoyable too, given the way the lady had
reacted.
She could remember her pastor condemning
MouthAction once and could also remember
wondering what in the world he was talking
about.
Well, she had seen it… it was nauseating. Yet
the lady screamed.
She must be an animal, Ruth thought. She was
full of energy and allowed herself to enjoy every
bit of the moment. The lady didn’t even care if
what she was doing was a sin to her creator.
Ruth was even sure that the young man was
not her husband!!
Ruth felt sinful for even having seen the act.
She wished she could plug her eyes out. She
couldn’t delete the thought of the young man’s
tight Buttocks slamming in and out of the lady with
so much energy. He was good. And he lasted
for too long too.
The scream… it made Ruth imagine the
pleasure she must have been going through.
The worst part was that she had somehow been
turned on by what she saw that morning. She
had gotten wet and had desired instant s*x.
She hated the guilt she felt. She hated herself
for wishing her husband could make love to her
in such and energetic way. She found herself
wondering, for the first time in her life, if she
was missing something.
Wasn’t it God that created s*x? Wasn’t it meant
to be enjoyed? Why then wouldn’t she have it
and enjoy it with her husband just the way the
girl had enjoyed it with her neighbor. Why must
she feel she needed more each time she had
s*x with Paul?
Ruth didn’t like all the questions her mind was
throwing at her. She regretted going into the
kitchen when she heard strange sound coming
from the background and she was sure it was
all the devil’s plan. She wished Paul could just
come around and keep her company and
perhaps make love to her. The urge to have s*x
became uncontrollably strong even though she
knew she would never have it like that girl.
Later in the evening, Ruth thought she might
go crazy if she continued staying alone at home
and thinking about s*x. She had tried
meditating in the word of God and praying but
she knew she was just deceiving herself.
So she decided to take a stroll out of the house,
perhaps go to the estate supermarket and but
detergent.
Ruth quickly dressed up and left the house.
Had the girl gone home? Ruth wondered even
as she constantly looked towards the quiet
building while making her way to the
supermarket. She was simply dressed in a black
long skirt and a female blouse with a white
head tie to cover her hair.
The supermarket was half a kilometer away
from her new house; it was the more reliable
retail outlet one was sure to get anything she
wanted in this estate.
She got to the shop and quickly went to the
detergent shelf. She also decided to look
around before leaving the shop.
She got to the provision section and behold she
could see her neighbor trying to select from the
pack of beverages. He was carried away while
doing his shopping.
Ruth stopped and stared at him. At first, she
had believed he was a devil, but she found
herself remembering how his tight Buttocks had
been so visible to her while he made love to
that lady earlier today. He was like an enigma
and she couldn’t do anything but stare.
Nick had thought he’d better do some
shopping right after Boma had left his home
earlier that evening. It had been a crazy and
fun filled day and it was worth not going to
work. Boma was showing him the other side of
life and s*x. Making love to her in the office
toilet and right there in his balcony had given
him a whole new sexual sensation. After she
had left, she decided he needed to take milk so
as to regain his lost energy but didn’t have any
at home. So he decided to go to the estate
supermarket to get some.
Somehow, as he made a choice on what to buy,
he felt someone was watching him. He
reflexively looked towards his left and saw his
pretty married neighbor looking at him like he
was an alien.
Their eyes locked for about ten seconds and
Ruth quickly took hers off and hurriedly left the
supermarket. The sight of him had stirred up
something in her, but she didn’t know what it
was. She wanted to hate it but she seemed to
like it.

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When I sensed his discomfort in making the tape go round my belly, I slightly lifted my arms for him. He coughed abruptly twice, and then began running his tape again.
After picking measurements of my waist/tummy, Stanley faced yet another challenge. And from what I later found out, it was indeed a bigger one to the former. He wanted to measure my bust, but didn’t know how to go about telling me! He just kept rolling and handling his tape from end to end, sweating profusely without saying or doing a thing.

When I realized he was likely never going to say it out, even though I already knew what he wished he could do, I lifted my hands completely, hanging them over my head. As soon as he saw me do that, he lifted his eyes to look at me forcing me to quickly look away as soon as his eyes found mine! He still stepped forward with his tape anyway, putting it around my trunk as he sort to determine where it met each other proportionately. But as he did, the tape kept dancing around the tip of my Tips, grazing them up repeatedly! When it eventually settled, they were now under both of them, pushing them up a bit thus causing them to push into my gown even more! As I watched, I could comfortably see them printed into the material of the nightdress as the dark shaded knots strained the light material hysterically!

It was even a lot more spectacular when I found Stanley looking at them now and again! I could imagine how much excitement he got as he watched the beautiful black studs! When he shifted a bit to the side, bringing his fly into view again, I was in no way surprised to see a much larger bulge in front of his school trousers! That got my juices running onto my thighs, this time around!

He didn’t exactly rush his time on my bust. Technically, it was my Bosom and Tips he was measuring and he kept running the tape over and across the melons! When he eventually found the supposed size, he brought his left hand to the side of my right boob.

And before he would get done with the tape, he had repeatedly poked and pressed the boob aplenty, costing me more juices down my thighs! But he wasn’t done yet for he soon suddenly began explaining that he wished to measure for a skirt too, causing me more bewilderment!

My mouth practically dropped as I struggled to look for a place to direct my eyes. If he was going to measure my lower half, then he was definitely going to measure my Buttocks! While it looked certain, it wasn’t exactly a must as he could also always choose to use whatever figures for it without compromising the work he needed to do. He did begin with my knees though, as soon as I gave him the permission to go on by nodding my head. I was yet to say a word since he began the measuring process and I was yet to get words to come out of my mouth either. While I was apparently struggling for poise, he wasn’t exactly doing same. Of course I had noticed that his bravado had dropped a bit in the process but he still was in control, saying most of the things he needed to say with relative ease. When he bent down to run the tape around my clamped knees, I was instantly worried that he could likely perceive my juices which had already flooded my thighs now! He didn’t exactly act like he was perceiving anything though, but I was too wet to believe he hadn’t! After all, his nose was just a few inches away from my soaked Kittycat!
Ultimately, he finally did rise to quickly take note of the knee measurement and as he did, I re-spread my legs slightly again, not knowing what his next plan likely was. But then, I was completely flabbergasted, when he subsequently stepped behind me after the notes and began running his tape across my thick buttocks!

It just stunned me beyond words! He even momentarily held the tape on one of my cheeks, pressing and rubbing the area as he stretched the plastic to the other end! When he tried holding both ends of his measurement in place, he subsequently grabbed both my cheeks with his hands! That instant, I felt a drop of my love juices travel from my Kittycat, through the space between my legs and straight onto the dry floor! A second one also quickly followed!

Since a quick bend of the head could let me see the miniature pool of sweet nectar it had quickly created on the terrazzo floor, I was dead assured that Stanley would see it too; that is, if he hadn’t already! In fact, when I turned my head behind to ascertain, I was rightly presented with a view of him starring brazenly at the splash of clear Kittycat fluid under the both of us! When he eventually stood up, after several seconds, the manner with which his Joystick now poked his front trouser, told he was more than aroused! The concealed wood even unashamedly brushed against my thighs repeatedly as he audaciously measured the sides of my hip! His hands now freely handling my bum too, holding it at numerous sides as he claimed to take his additional measurements. When he gently began lifting my gown up, in a supposed bid to measure my thighs, more drops of my juices, joined the ones on the floor even as the insides of my thighs got covered in streams of sweet nectar!

The lowest point of my nightdress were soon just below my hip as he knelt down to continue! I knew I was supposed to ask him to stop at that moment, but I just lacked the powers to do so! Even when he pushed the dress up to that height, I happily helped him in holding the dress to my waist as my hands kept shaking violently! My heart was still panting and I was seriously struggling to breath! Expectedly, I could smell myself as I was now overtly drenched in my own juices! I was more than sure than Stanley could comfortably see how much juices I had on my thighs because his hand repeatedly smeared and rubbed the fluid as he began running the tape along the length of my legs! He first ran it along the outer side, starting just below my Buttocks down to my knee. And then rather awkwardly and very unprofessionally, brought the tape in-between my legs gesturing me to spread my legs a bit more in the cause! This he followed by moving one of his hands up my Unclad thigh in a bid to find a starting point! At this juncture, I had already begun lifting my gown a lot further up without knowing, bringing my puffy glistening Kittycat into partial view!

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Paul couldn’t tell if his wife had forgotten about
what happened last weekend or not. She was
acting all normal only that she had been
taciturn for the past five days since he was
caught watching the Unclad lady. Apart from
that she had remained the God fearing and
loving wife he had married. He could see that
what happened was more of an embarrassment
than offensive.
He loved her and wouldn’t want to hurt her. He
also wouldn’t want to hurt God whom he had
vowed to serve with his whole heart. But
something had been happening in his mind
since he last spoke with the devilish girl at her
work place. He had found himself replying their
conversation over and over again in his mind,
despite efforts to let go of the memory of the
meeting. The cunning girl had forced him to
confess he didn’t think she had an ugly body.
Those were filty words and a Christian like him
was not supposed to express whatever he felt
about her body. In fact he wasn’t even
supposed to think of it.
Why did he have to see her again? He was sure
that the devil was at war with him.
He decided that he was going to fast
throughout the week. Today was his third day
into the fasting. He was going to ensure no
sexual thought came into his head. He wasn’t
even going to do anything with his wife.
Another guilty thought was that he was
unconsciously comparing his wife’s body with
the devil lady’s. His wife was beautiful with an
equally beautiful body but she didn’t carry
herself the way that lady carried her; Ruth
didn’t have style she was just herself. Paul was
sure she was sent by the devil because she was
making him have these evil sinful thoughts in
his head.
These thoughts were the reason why he had
been praying all evening since he came back
from work. Ruth had been coming close to him
like she wanted him to have her but he had
promised God that he wouldn’t involve in any
sexual act until the fast was over. He was
definitely going to rid every sinful thought from
his mind and not even s*x from his wife was
going to stop him.
Ruth had almost forgotten about what
happened last weekend. After much thought,
she didn’t think it what her husband did was a
strong reason enough to be angry with him.
she had been able to see it as the work of the
devil and so had decided that she wouldn’t
allow the devil get between her and her
husband. What she didn’t understand however,
was why her husband was acting all guilty since
the event. Why can’t he see that she was ready
to let go and make up with him? Why can’t he
just let it go and make love to her?
Now she had gotten even more restless with
the fact that he’d just started fasting. Why was
he fasting again? Didn’t he just finish one the
previous week just before they packed into this
neigbourhood? He hadn’t even made love to
her since then. And now, only God knew when
she would feel his touch again.
This thought also made her felt guilty and
sinful. She knew she wasn’t supposed to
complain within her about the fasting her
husband was doing. She was supposed to
appreciate it and thank God he was equipping
himself spiritually. What was s*x compared to
what her husband was doing for the Lord.
Yet, he body desired to be touched despite all
prayers and reading of the word of God.
He had just finished praying when she walked
into the room. She knew she had been taciturn
since she caught him staring at the Unclad
lady; she felt it was time she opened up a
discussion with him, hopefully he would stop
acting guilty and relax around her.
Deep down in her mind she was not sure of why
she wanted him to relax around her. She wasn’t
also sure of why she entered the room to meet
him. Oh! How she wished he could just make
love to her.
“So how was work today?” she asked as she sat
on the best.
Paul had just picked up the bible to read one or
two chapters, she looked up at her, “Work was
nice. I thank God for everything.”
“Yes… this new neighbourhood is quiet but I
prefer it to our former place.” She said.
“With time, you will get used to it.” He said,
recalling again how the so called
neighbourhood had welcomed them the first
day they had parked in. but that didn’t stop
him from noticing how pretty Ruth looked this
evening. She smelt nice too and he almost felt
like reaching out his hands to grab her to him.
He really loved her.
“Yes, I will get used to it.”
“I trust that the good Lord will soon provide you
a job and you will be busy.” He said. “Why don’t
we study the bible together and pray?” he
suggested.
“Oh.” She felt it was a good idea even though
prayer wasn’t the reason why she had entered
the room. Yet, she knew that as a Christian, she
must pray without ceasing.
She sat beside him and together, the two love
birds began to study the word.

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Boma decided she was not going to tell Nick
what transpired between her and his new
neighbor that afternoon before coming to his
office. It was going to be her secret game and
she was sure going to have fun doing what she
had in mind. This idea to play games with the
neighbor didn’t occur to her until she spoke
with him and discovered he saw her standing
Unclad at the backyard balcony on Saturday
evening.
He didn’t have to say it, his reaction said it all.
She had recognized him once he walked into
the office hall. She had also noticed that he had
walked up to her because she was female and
he was somehow attracted to her. There were
other customer care agents who weren’t
engaged at the moment but he chose to walk
up to her. He could be calm and gentle;
perhaps a born-again Christian, but he still had
the male instinct in him. It’s funny how God
created men with this uncontrollable instinct
and still expect them to be perfect and
monogamous, she thought.
“Good day sir,” she had quickly saluted with a
broad professional smile on her lips. She was
aware of the effect this smile had on men. “How
may I help you?”
“Thank you, I want to inquire about your
internet package for offices.”
“Alright sir, I will definitely be able to help you.”
quickly, she told him all he needed to know
about their internet services.”
He had concentrated on her face as she spoke
to him but she couldn’t tell what was going on
in his mind. The face had remained straight
forward and it enabled him conceal all internal
emotions perfectly. Perhaps he was just
interested in the business that brought him her
and wouldn’t have time to flirt with her. But she
wasn’t going to give up. There was something
about this man that had aroused Boma’s
curiosity. He was good looking but that was not
her cause of interest. It was the righteous aura
he exhumed as he walked and talked. He
looked and acted like a good, if not perfect,
man. He looked like he would be a hard knot to
untie and it felt like a challenge to her. It was
like a difficult sexual adventure; something new
that she had not tried before. She was going to
untie him and find out if he was really perfect.
“Thank you very much for that detailed
information. I will get back to you once we
make a decision on which package to go for.”
Paul replied.
“I will be looking forward to seeing you sir.
Meanwhile you can have this flier with you, it
has in it all the information I gave you.”
“Aright.” He replied and took the paper from
her.
“Why do I feel I have met you before sir?” she
asked, just as he was about to leave.
He stopped and concentrated on her once
again. “Are you sure? Which church do you
attend?”
“I am very sure I didn’t meet you in the church
sir. Oh get it… you are my friend’s new
neighbor. I recall seeing you pack your
belongings into your new home at Rich Green
Estate last weekend.”
She was right, he thought, “You must be very
observant. Yes I just packed into the estate.”
“I hope you like your new environment. I don’t
stay there though; I just came to see a friend.”
“You don’t stay there?” he asked and Boma
though she saw a trace of disappointment on
his face. But Paul was wondering how she was
able to see and take note of him to easily. He
wondered which house among the ones in his
new neighborhood she had seen and noted him
from.
This was her chance to go for the kill, she
thought. “Yes, I came to visit the single male
bachelor who shared the same view with your
back yard. That was the day you were packing
in. I remember standing at the back yard
balcony, and watching your building.”
And she instantly noticed and intense look on
his face. He was remembering something. That
was when she knew he saw her. He suddenly
looked guilty and uncomfortable.
“I was Unclad…” she said and let the words
sink. “I hope nobody saw me from your house,”
she apologetically added.
This gave him the courage to speak out. “You
were the Unclad girl from the neighbor’s
balcony? How could such a pretty responsible
looking girl like you act like that? Do you not
have respect for God?”
“Excuse me sir,” she politely said, looking all
innocent and ignorant, “I am sorry if my
unclothedness offended you. It’s not my fault
that I don’t meet your expectation all because
you have a pretty wife. I didn’t even know that
someone was watching me from your house.”
Paul didn’t understand why she was lying.
Wasn’t she the one who had brought it up?
Was she expecting him to smile at her and tell
her well done for coming out of her house
Unclad? Yet her last statement had made him
remember watching and almost admiring the
body. “Of course you should know that you will
be seen.”
“And I looked so ugly that it offended you?” she
tried to look hurt.
Paul actually thought she was serious, “I didn’t
say you were ugly,” he defended and almost
took back his words.
“Oh… Thank you.” she smiled. It was her best
smile and it was appealing. “Thank you Mr.
Paul, I will be looking forward to seeing you
again,” she quickly said, once again looking all
professional. “Please I will be here in case you
want anything… and I mean anything.”
He understood what she meant but didn’t know
what to say. He just picked up the flier and
walked away. He already swore within himself
that he would never come back to the office
again.
But even as he walked away, Boma knew he
would be back. She was yet to start with him,
this was only the beginning.

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It was almost lunch time, Tuesday afternoon
and Nick was meant to call Boma; she had
made him promised to call her this afternoon
just before she left him yesterday. Boma was
making him to do a lot of strange things since
he met her and the crazy thing was he was
enjoying it all.
Boma had spent Saturday night in home. It had
been a wild night and she had proven to be a
good cook too. She was just fun to be with and
he had enjoyed every bit of moment with her.
Her presence had made the weekend short and
interesting, almost causing depression to weigh
him down when she was leaving on Sunday
evening. Therefore he had quickly accepted to
come to her office during lunch on Monday.
Curiosity had also made him want to keep to
the promise of visiting her at her office. He
really wanted to see for himself what this crazy
lady would look like in office attire and how she
would behave in an office setting.
She had told him that she was a customer
service personnel in one of the leading
telecommunication companies in the country.
He also couldn’t help but wonder how many of
her co workers she must have slept with.
But what he saw on Monday morning came as a
shocker. Boma was a completely different
person when he met with her at the office. She
was neatly and modestly dressed in a black
skirt and white blouse. Of course it wasn’t a
short skirt. The only familiar thing about her
was how beautiful she looked.
The way she carried herself was completely
different. How could anyone believe that this
was the same girl that almost screamed down
his house with her Intimate moans of sexual
pleasure? This was the same girl that had
allowed him to make love to her all through the
night in the most crazy and almost impossible
s*x positions. He had had s*x with her in every
corner of the house; the bathroom, kitchen,
corridor, sitting room, bedroom and even in
balcony. The girl was full of energy, always
wanting more and her sound echoed through
the walls of the house. It was the best night he
ever had.
He was sure she was the company’s hole. Every
male here must have had a taste of her, he
believed.
But instead, he had seen a calm and
responsible looking Boma. She had smiled like a
‘good’ girl when she saw him and had quickly
gotten up from her post to meet him.
“I am so glad to see you,” she had said and
these words surprisingly made him feel good.
No one looked at him in a ‘knowing way’. He
had expected weird stares from the male folks;
the kind of stare that would say, ‘what in the
world are you doing coming to check on this
LovePeddler?’ All she had noticed was men
looking at her with admiration and respect. She
was liked around here, he could obviously see.
“Please can we go to the guest room?” she had
politely said to him and led the way.
She greeted everyone with a strange politeness
that amazed him and they treated her the
same way.
“I will be running back to the office soonest; my
lunch break is almost up.” He said, just as he
sat down on the black leather seat in the guest
room. It was a small neat room with a medium
sized flat screen on the left wall and a thick
Arabian rug on beautiful black and ash tiles.
“It’s alright, I am really glad you could make
out time to come and see me.” she said, looking
straight into his eyes and making him Hot once
again.
He just nodded his head. Looking at her, he
wasn’t sure if she was still a stranger in his life
or if was someone he could say he was really
familiar with. He just knew he wanted to know
more about her. He wanted to unravel the
mystery behind this beauty wild chick. “So,
how many guys here have you slept with?” The
words came out of his lips and he almost threw
his palms to his mouth to push them back. He
had to give himself a mental knock, wondering
why he had asked such a silly question. “ahh…
I am sorry.” He quickly said, feeling foolish.
But she was only smiling. “None… I have slept
with no one in my office. When I am at work I
just concentrate on my work; I don’t know how
I do it but this environment has a way of
suppressing the urge for s*x.” She casually
said, looking prettier with that friendly
professional look. She was actually making him
feel like a client. Not like a prostitute-client kind
of client, he quickly told himself.
“Do not apologize, I don’t get angry over such
little things, it’s a waste of time. I only
concentrate on things that make me happy.”
She added.
“I see,” he boldly replied, encouraged by her
calm and friendly look. “So how’s the day
going?”
“Fine, you know how Mondays usually are.”
They talked a little and it was time to go, “Well,
it’s nice seeing you,” he had actually looked
forward to see her while on the way down here.
It was really nice seeing her.
“I will come to your office by lunch tomorrow.”
She said as he made to stand up.
“That will be nice,” he replied. Was she just
going to come and sit down just to chit chat
with him like they did today? He thought. Well,
as boring as that sounded, he actually looked
forward to it.
Right now, he was supposed to call her just to
find out if she would make it. There was this
urge within him that made him want to behold
her.
His cell phone instantly rang and he picked it
after seeing she was the caller.
“I am just about to enter your bank, please be
where I will find you.” she quickly said.
“Alright, he replied, and instantly felt his
joystick react to the sound of her voice.
She walked in and their eyes met, but she just
walked to the customer seat and sat down. Her
dressing was almost the same as yesterday. A
black skirt and a white blouse, but sown in
different styles.
He walked up to her.
“Hi, guess who I saw today,” she looked excited
about who ever she saw today.
“Emm, president of Nigeria?” Nick answered
without thinking.
She stopped to smile at his obvious joke, “your
new neighbor came to my office today.” She
said, “Once he entered, I instantly knew I had
seen him somewhere.”
Nick wondered why the sight of his born-again
new neighbor should excite her. This girl never
ceased to amaze him. “Okay, I didn’t know you
even saw his face.”
“I told you the wife was pretty, remember? She
wasn’t the only one I took note of.”
“What did he come to your office to do? To see
you?”
Boma scoffed, she quickly decided it was
unnecessary to go into details of what
happened between her and Paul. It would be
her secret for now. So she changed the topic.
“What do you want to have for lunch?” she
asked.
This didn’t stop Nick from wondering what
transpired between her and his new neighbor.
“Lunch? I want to…”
“You can have me.” she quickly said.
“Oh… have you?” the statement instantly
turned him on right there in the banking hall.
This was the same girl that had acted all
modest at her office yesterday. The sudden
switch made everything about her interesting.
And he felt like caressing her right there.
He stopped and looked down at her. She was
sitting while he was standing as they
interacted. Any unsuspecting customer or co-
worker would think they were having a
customer-client interaction.
As he looked at her, he could see her full
bosoms heave up and down like they were
daring him to grab them. His imagination
began to run wild as her recalled how fleshy,
soft and full they actually are. He could hear her
moans and feel the softness of her Buttocks.
Thoughts of the feel of her Kitty-Cat clouded his
mind and he wished he could take her
somewhere at the moment and make hot love
to her.
“Have you ever heard of a quickie?” her voice
was soft and filled with desire. “I want to use
the ladies…” she stood up, “lunch time is
almost up, I will give you two minutes to join
me, if not, I will come out and go straight to my
office.” her tone was not commanding, it was
demanding.
He watched her walk straight to the passage
that led to the ladies, his head about to
explode. He loved the way her Buttocks fitted in the
skirt allowing the hips to slightly push out of her
sides.
He looked around; it seemed no one was
observing them. Quickly he dashed towards the
convenience with nothing in his mind but the
sounds of her sweet moans. The bulge in his
trouser was obvious but he knew there was
nothing he could do to conceal it except having
s*x with Boma.
He got to the toilet and stopped in between the
two doors that led to the toilet according to
one’s gender. Never had he gone through the
female door since her started working with the
bank. Today, Boma was making him break
some rules, she was making him act crazy.
Carefully, he opened the door and sneaked in. It
was a small room with three doors that led to
the toilets. They stood in space with a half sized
mirror and a hand washing sink. There was
space enough for them in there.
Once the door opened and she saw it was Nick,
she rushed to the door and locked it. Then she
turned around and looked at him. “You have
five minutes, remember, we might get caught
but that’s the fun.”
He didn’t say a word; instead he pulled her
closer and began to kiss her. It was a deep wet
kiss that took her straight into space. She
responded to the kiss and quickly reached for
his belt. She was glad he was ready for her.
Nick untucked her blouse, slid his right hand
into it and reached for her bosoms. The bra she
wore didn’t allow him to have a full feel so he
pushed it up causing the twin flesh to be free.
She moaned at his touch and began to rub
fiercely on his already free hardened Joystick.
He loved the feel of her bosom and the way t
seemed to respond to his touch; it felt like they
were giggling excitedly at his touch. He also
loved the way she rubbed his Joystick.
“Oh, I need you inside me right now.” She
whispered. It was a plea, at the same time a
command.
He obeyed.
He reached for his already fallen trouser, got
out his wallet and pulled out a condom. Quickly,
he tore of the pack and put it on, and then he
turned her around and positioned her exterior.
In the heat of the moment Nick had forgotten
he was in the female toilet.
He rose up her skirt and was faced with her
bare Buttocks. Does this girl ever wear her pants? He
thought for a moment.
She was all wet and ready to receive him.
“Hurry,” she pleaded.
He really wanted to feel the wetness for some
seconds but was also ready to drive his Joystick
into her.
She bent down, holding onto the wall and
positioned her Buttocks for him to have an easy
behind based penetration.
He entered her and she let out a soft
pleasurable moan. The walls of her wet Kitty-Cat
contracted and gave him a warm welcome.
He began to pump.
“Don’t you ever stop!” she whispered. “This is
lovely, faster… ohhh.”
Nick didn’t wish to stop; he wanted the
moment to last forever. He continued to pound
her as he found her bosoms and squeezed
them as he moved in and out of her. Her whole
body danced in rhythm to his movement.
But his excitement couldn’t hold on any longer.
He was beginning to reach climax and he
began to pound faster. He got to climax thirty
seconds later and quickly pulled out of her,
breathing uncontrollably.
It suddenly downed on him where he really
was. What if someone wanted to use the toilet
at this moment? What would be their reaction if
they found him in her? He just wanted to leave
the environment.
“That was nice Nick,” there was a wide smile on
her lips. “You better get back to work, I will call
you later.”
He just nodded his head and continued to dress
up.
When he was through, he made for the door
feeling really exhausted. He prayed no one
would see him coming out of the female toilet.
What really was he thinking following this crazy
girl in here? He wondered. But it was fun. It was
even beyond
fun, it was simply heavenly.
He reached for the door knob and stopped to
look at her. They both smiled as their eyes met,
“We will talk later, my lunch time is over.”
“Thanks for the lunch,” she said.
He smiled again and opened the door.
One of his female colleagues was standing right
in from of the door; she was about to reach for
the knob when the door opened.
“Nick?” she said with a surprised look on her
face, “What the hell are you doing in the female
toilet,”
“Chioma,” he called out her name, “You want to
use the toilet… sorry, I made a mistake.” He
was acting all guilty.
She gasped in wonder and watched him quickly
leave her. She pushed the half opened door in
and entered. The presence of a stranger in the
small room explained it all.
Boma freshened up and made to leave. She had
heard the lady call out Nick’s name and she
knew that the lady was Nick’s colleague. The
lady had no wedding ring and so Boma thought
she could play with her mind a little.
“I just had Nick in her… try it; you will enjoy
every bit of the moment. The guy is really
good.” She said and walked out.
Chioma was mystified. What mad woman was
Nick hanging out with? Did Nick actually have
s*x with her in here?
Boma walked out of the toilet and headed
straight for the exit door. She looked towards
Nick’s seat and caught him watching her. She
smiled at him and left the bank.

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As soon as he got to my desk, he partly leaned forward into me! He was so close that I could feel his breath on my forehead! When I flashed him another quick glance looking up, it was a mixed feeling when I found his eyes directed at my open cleavage! “What time on Monday should we submit ma?” he finally added.

When I flashed him another quick glance looking up, it was a mixed feeling when I found his eyes directed at my open cleavage!
“Anytime!” I heard myself say rather louder than normal and even practically jumped as I did! I felt I was so eager to be freed from his cave! What was more killing, was the seductive sweet fragrance of his perfume! It was definitely not the most expensive but very much effective.
“Okay ma…but….” he suddenly continued and just then dropped a hand on my right arm! For a second time in as many seconds, I jumped again as my breathing speed tripled! Inevitably, I felt my Kittycat give way as a first trickle of my juices flooded my Kittycat walls! It was just extraordinary as pure heat radiated from where his palm was touching my arm, practically increasing my body temperature drastically!

I had looked up at him one more time and with open drooling mouth while my chest and Bosom heaved, before he would complete his statement.
“but…were you serious ma, when you said we could use the measurements of our teachers too if we wanted?” He was unbelievably bold!
I on my part just couldn’t get words to come out of my mouth, so I only just nodded my head. Then a little pause followed. His hand still remained on mine as his eyes probably still remained on my Bosom.
“Okay ma.” He began rising up from my desk. I was about to clean the sweat from my face when he suddenly asked the killer question! “Can I measure you ma?”
The world stopped! And for a good 6 seconds, I knew real dumbness!
When I gave him a quick glance again, his eyes was directly looking at my face. There was this expectation in them as though he was certain I was going to say yes! There was also this tinge of fear of what it was likely going to look for him if I ever chose to say no. As I processed his feelings in my head, I still thought about the impact of accepting his wish. He was just my student quite alright and was only carrying out an assignment I had given to his class just accordingly, as I had asked them to. Of course I had encouraged them to employ the assistance of other teachers if they needed to find someone to measure for the paper-cloths they were required to make. But then, anybody who had known my recent history with this boy Stanley would definitely also know that he wasn’t just my student anymore! He wasn’t just one of the many young boys I taught in the school where I was employed! Not at all! Stanley had grown to become an expectation for me! Something, if you like, I look up to on each visit to their classroom! He had grown to become the reason for most of the things I do in front of the mirror as I prepare for work each day and as I prepare for a lesson with them few minutes before time!

He had become a force in my life, thoughts and even actions – prompting a continuous imagination of how it would look if I ever had to spend some private time with him! In fact, what I had failed to tell anybody was that, Stanley had become a part of my deepest fantasies! I had recently thought about being in a room alone with him and in some very depraved occasions, imagined him fucking me! While it was wrong, perverse, dirty and so on, I just couldn’t keep it out of my realm anymore! I was simply crazy for the boy Stanley!
It was his repeated question that really did bring me back to the present. “Can I ma?” he had asked again
“Yes.” I suddenly heard my trembling mouth say, ending a protracted wait in frozen ice!
“Thank you ma.” he was beaming, as he withdrew the arm he had kept on mine. It just felt like I should ask him to return it!
Awkwardly, I just forgot to give him any form of appointment as I rapidly picked up the remaining books, piling them up in my arms as much as 6 of them. He still remained standing where he was as I practically stampeded my way through the little space between the desk and my chair.
“But when can I come ma….and where?” he started asking again. I was about to reply him, when my books suddenly crashed from my hands onto the terrazzo floor! I felt like crying!
“Come to the Teachers’ Quarters! Anytime tomorrow” I bluffed, nearly screaming at the frustration I was obviously passing through as I bent to pick up the books.

He did courteously bend down too to help me pick. Given I was already ahead of him before the books fell, I was inevitably in his front thus bringing my Buttocks directly to his face! Of course my short skirt (and the long slit behind it) had rapidly rode up my bum as I stooped to collate the books and I was in no doubt that he was definitely seeing the inside of my thick thighs all the way up to probably my white lacey panties!

As I picked up the last book on the floor, I unmistakably perceived a whiff of my moist Kittycat! I quickly thought that since I could smell myself, I should also bet that his nostrils were already full with the scent of my Kittycat! Just after I had stood up, he handed me the books he had equally picked.

“Thanks”. I said, as I quickly swung around, briskly walking away from the classroom. I nonetheless felt his young eyes on my rather swaying full Buttocks, even as my skirt which had not completely come down yet, remained partly flying, around my bum!

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A story written by frank317….

Nick stood in his balcony and continued to
watch his new neigbours as they gently packed
their belongings into their new home. They
were an interesting pair to watch and so Nick
had continued to observe them for more than
thirty minutes.
From his observation, Nike could tell they were
newly wedded, a least not older than six
months, and he could also note that they were
gentle and generally carful about life. He also
felt they were a born-again duo.
The last thought amused him as he reflected
into his own kind of person. Nick was nowhere
near being Godly. He had broken every law in
the bible and was sure his name had been long
erased from the book of life.
He couldn’t tell if the couple was in love with
each other; all he could detect was that they
had mutual respect for each other.
What is my business, he thought. He’d better
get inside and prepare for Boma, the new girl in
his life.
He quickly took his eyes of the busy couple and
looked towards the street. Green Rich estate
was quiet as usual and the atmosphere this
evening was cool and airy. Boma would be
visiting his home for the first time and he
looked forward to having her around. Somehow,
Nick felt that his newly found relationship with
Boma would be an experience he would never
forget. There was something different about her
that made him feel this way.
The first time he had met her was in a public
bus and she had dared him to kiss her just
minutes after he opened conversation with her.
She was pretty and neat. And the way she had
said it had set his heart beat racing. She was
mischievous; something he had seen right after
he had kissed her. She had smiled in a devilish
way and he instantly became crazy about her.
Then she had done something during their first
date that had made him never forget her for
the past five days. She had worn a black short
gown for the date looking as hot as temptation.
She had the shape that could make a male dog
get a hard on. Her firm middle sized bosom was
working real hard to shoot out of their cage and
her butt shot out her back like it was artificial.
The short dress allowed her light complexioned
fleshy thighs to be well revealed and again, her
presence got his heart beat racing. She was a
bad girl and he wasn’t sure he would be able to
keep up with her. Yet, just thought of her
brought all the demon in him alive.
During the date, which was in a restaurant that
had about 11 customers at the time, she had
systematically taken off her black pant right
there on her seat with everyone around and
handed it to him, “I will come to your house to
take it whenever I come visiting. I will not wear
any when I am coming, so don’t misplace it.”
This act had gotten his head spinning and right
now, he couldn’t wait to see her.
Nick looked at his time piece for the ninth time
and decided to stop starring at the couples and
go and have his evening shower.
It was a Saturday evening and he had spent
the better part of the morning doing some
office work; now was time for play.
Nick was a twenty nine years old graduate of
Economics who worked in a bank. He had, since
he started working two years ago, met and
slept with different types of girl; short, tall, rich
poor, but had never met anyone as crazy Boma.
Nick was just a little above average in height
with a broad shoulder and an athletic figure. He
was a jovial fellow with enough swag that had
attracted him to so many females. He was also
good at his work and got along with many of his
colleagues. Despite his obvious love for women,
he avoided flirting or dating any of his female
colleagues. He also didn’t allow his social life
affect his job and so knew when not to step
beyond he set boundaries.
Also, he never dated married women. They
were a ‘no go area’ for him and that was why
he didn’t even notice if his new neighbor’s wife
was pretty or not.
He left the balcony and quickly entered into the
house; it was a well furnished two bedroom flat
that was decorated to suite the life style of a
bachelor.
Nick wasn’t even thinking of marriage in the
nearest future.
He got into the bathroom, quickly had his
shower and had barely came out of the
bathroom when his mobile phone rang. He
quickly rushed to answer it, almost very certain
that the caller was Boma. His heart beat began
to race again just as he saw the caller ID, “hello
Boma,” he answered the call, trying to hide his
excitement.
“I am in your estate; please can you remind me
how to locate your house again?” the soft
female voice asked. It was totally unlike the
female personality that had it.
“Just tell the cab to bring you to number
fourteen B close.”
“Alright,” she said and cut the call.
Ten minutes later, she was knocking on his
door.
Nick opened the door to face pretty Boma,
dressed in a dark blue blouse with a black mini
skirt underneath.
This time around, his heart stopped racing.
“Come in,” he instructed and the angel gently
walked in, looking all over her surrounding in
obvious admiration.
“Mmm, you have got a beautiful home,” she
said.
“Thank you,” he replied. “You are welcome.”
She looked at him. “You have new neigbours
and the wife is pretty.”
“Is she? I didn’t notice.” Now he didn’t know
what she was up to with such topic, “Feel at
home. What will you like to take?” he asked,
trying to sound all friendly.
“I am okay.” She sat down on one of the yellow
and blue seats. There was a mischievous smile
on her face. She didn’t make any effort to cover
up her legs as she sat down.
He could see everything from where he stood
and he began to perspirate.
She knew what she was doing, “I don’t have
my panties underneath, I hope you have it?” It
was a seductive voice. She obviously didn’t
come here to play around. She came for action.
“Ye… yes, I have it,” he responded. Sounding
more like a teenager.
She smiled confidently, “or will you like to find
out if I really got anything under?”
Perhaps this girl was crazy, Nick thought. She
had barely stayed up to five minutes and was
already trying to seduce him. Yet he still felt
excited and the bulge in his trouser began to
increase. It was a different kind of feeling,
something out of this world and he just couldn’t
wait to devour her.
“Come closer, come and check.” She gently
said.
He didn’t know what to say, but his legs began
to carry him towards her like a zombie.
She remained sitting and he knelt down in front
of her once he got to her.
She raised her hand up, signifying that he was
free to check her up.
Nick loved everything that was happening; he
slid his right hand into her black skirt and felt
her bare butt skin. It was soft. She raised
herself up a little and allowed him to have
access to her whole underneath and he could
also feel her wetness. This energized the animal
in him and he quickly pulled off all her cloths
and she hurriedly did the same for him. Within
seconds they were caressing and kissing each
other all over right there in the sitting room.
Her moans were exhilarating, and he wished
she could continue forever. He liked the feel of
her firm mango shaped bosom and he didn’t
hesitate to hungrily lick them with his tongue
as well as caress them with his hands. While
she moaned, she grabbed his right hand and
led it to her dripping wet private part as she
grabbed his joystick and caressed it to.
Suddenly she squat down and bean to lick the
stick like flesh.
His head began to swirl in response to her
touch and he quickly pulled her up, turned her
round, made her kneel on the sofa and entered
into her from behind.
Boma’s moan was different as the whole of him
buried itself into her. Nick actually thought that
the new neigbours could hear her, but he
didn’t care and he also didn’t want her to lower
her voice. The sound actually made the
moment more pleasurable.
Boma’s wild response to his constant pounding
made every moment special, it made every
minute memorable and Nick knew instantly
that his s*x life had risen to a new level.
He continued humping her until his body
couldn’t take it anymore; he reach climax and
the height, he knew, was way higher than any
climax he had reached in his life.
A minute later he fell on the sofa, breathing like
he had ran round the estate.
Boma sat close to him and leaned on his chest
with a satisfactory smile on her face. “That was
great,” She said and quietness followed while
they both tried to catch their breath.
A minute later, she stood up and walked Unclad
towards his kitchen, “I need to take some
water,” she said.
While his eyes were fixed on her lovely behind,
he said, “The fridge is right there in kitchen,
help yourself.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her
until she disappeared into the kitchen. He
instantly looked forward to having another
piece of her.
In the kitchen, Boma got herself a glass of
water and relaxed on the kitchen sink to drink it
while she continued to admire the cleanliness of
the cooking room. Then she looked out of the
window noticed that the neighbour’s backyard
was very visible. She could clearly see the
neighbour’s kitchen window and it was obvious
that anyone in the neighbour’s kitchen would
also clearly see her if she comes out of the back
balcony from the kitchen. It was the closest
house from that side of the building and both
flats shared a common backyard with just a
short fence dividing it.
Then she heard sounds from the other kitchen
and wondered who was there. perhaps it was
the pretty gentle woman’s husband, she
thought. She didn’t think the gentle man had
ever seen a body as perfect as hers.
With the cup in her hands, she slowly opened
the kitchen exit door and stepped outside,
stack Unclad. She could feel two eyes staring at
her from the neighbor’s kitchen. She was sure
of this because the sound had stopped and she
could see a human form standing by the
window.
Then she heard the sound continue again; she
gently walked back into the kitchen and
straight to the sitting room where Nick sat. He
looked up expectedly at her and she thought
he looked ready to take on her the second time.
Gently she walked up to him, sat on his laps
while facing him. Nick could see her wide open
womanliness staring at him. She drew herself
closer and began to kiss him while he instantly
began to lustfully caress her smooth body,
It was going to be a long evening and Nick was
glad.

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“Can someone list for the class, all the types of stitches we have?” I began saying, going deep inside my belly to drag out my voice which I had totally lost during the previous incident.
There was silence for a while, before a girl at the right hand side of the classroom stood and answered me correctly.
“Very good.” I praised, walking back to the center of the class. A quick flash of the eyes towards Stanley, revealed he was tracking my swaying Buttocks as I walked! “Can someone else list for the class all the types of hemming we have?” I was in front of the class again.

Another girl quickly raised her hand, barely letting me point her before standing to reply. She too was correct with her answers and she quickly sat back beaming from ear to ear.
Just like the last girl, I praised her effort too while wondering why Stanley hadn’t bothered raising his hand on both cases. He was generally the best student in the class and had never failed to come out as the best student in Home Economics in the entire S.S. 2 all year. He did surprise me though, when I asked the next question.
“Now, who can make the class a sketch of a Turtle-neck shirt collar?”
There was freezing silence at once. It gradually began getting obvious that virtually the entire class had no idea of what the answer was. But just then, Stanley stood up! His tall frame easily cutting through the numerous silhouettes of sitting students as he walked through the rows of seats towards me. I practically melted! I felt the butterfly again that instant as my knees went wobbly as usual! I also felt my body shiver however slightly as he got closer and closer to where I was standing! That was going to be the first time he would walk up to me in a class and my body was evidently reacting to it in the most awkward of ways. In contrast, he didn’t appear any bit fazed as his frame soon came over me. It soon became disturbing, how I just couldn’t hold myself together before a boy I was so much older than! When he stretched his palm, I handed him the chalk in my hand but obviously noticed how he deliberately spent extra time grabbing the chalk as well as my fingers in his hands! That alone got the shivers running again as I felt the many beads of perspiration rapidly forming on my forehead. When he eventually stepped forward towards the chalk board behind me, he didn’t do so without heavily lunging into me, effectively squashing my Bosom briefly in the course!

Within seconds, he had correctly sketched the said ‘Turtle-neck’ collar on the chalk board. Bringing the class to applaud him as he dropped the chalk on the desk beside us, heading back to his seat. He was indeed brilliant and as I watched his hard buttocks while he walked back to his seat, I didn’t fail to appreciate how complete he was as a boy! My Bosom had quickly reacted to the way his arm briefly pressed into one of them earlier on, swelling up rapidly and filling my bra! I was certain the class could unarguably notice my glistening sweaty cleavage, which must have gotten a lot deeper!

Nonetheless, I was soon faced with the next challenge – what assignment to give to the class. From the questions I had asked, I was confident the class had learnt almost all I had taught and would comfortably carry out any Take-home I was to hand them. I still had to quickly scan through my lesson note to settle for one of the numerous assignments available on the topic.
“Your assignment will be to sew a shirt”, I began after making up my mind. I had quickly looked at Stanley, observing the slight but obvious frown on his face. “You will be required to sew a shirt with either used cement bags or old newspapers. Submission will be next week Monday. So you all have the weekend to work.” I added.

Just as soon as I announced it, several hands were up in the air seeking to ask questions. As I pointed at the students to hear their questions, I realized how they dwelt more on how they could go about the sewing. It was just one particular boy towards the front row that actually asked what measurements to use. To that, I replied that they could use that of anybody at all. They could use that of their friends, classmates, dormitory mates and even that of teachers if the teacher allowed. All they needed to do was to measure the person with a tape, write it down and then go on with the sewing. Since we had handled tape-measurement in a previous class, I reminded them how I expected that not to be a problem. I also told them they were only permitted to sew/stitch with just needle and thread as no one was permitted to use a sewing machine. When I had concluded with the questions and answers, I ended the class.

What I did notice anyways was how Stanley had refused to be part of the rumble of ‘questioneering’ but rather decided to calmly watch from his seat. I had strongly expected him to throw a poser but was disappointed when I found him looking around the class, as other students asked question after question on the new assignment I had given them. Nonetheless, I was particularly astonished when I saw him and a handful of other students walk up to my desk as I began packing up my books to leave the classroom! They quickly crowded me in an obvious bid to continue with their questions still before proceeding on Break. Stanley was right behind them with his hands folded as he watched me begin responding to his classmates’ questions yet again. They still kept asking about how to go about the sewing, emphasizing that they hadn’t done anything like it before. One even asked what kind of cement bag to use as though there were any main difference between bags. Her classmates predictably burst into laughter as they jeered her for the apparently senseless question she had asked. When I shifted my eyes to Stanley, I found him smiling too, baring very white teeth that were nicely placed next to each other. As soon as his eyes found mine, as usual, I looked away that instant!
Not long after, these group of students began trooping away from my desk. They had no further questions to ask and had generally ended up taking a good portion of my statutory Break from me. But it was while I was about to sit so that I could pick up a few more textbooks from the drawer, for study within the up-coming weekend, that I realized that not exactly all the students had left. Stanley was still there, partly resting into a desk behind him! A quick look up at him, got my heart to skip as I hurriedly looked away! My hands were frantically trying to pick up one of the bigger textbooks on the desk but just kept failing – partly because of the person right in front of me! It was unbelievable how I could completely loose every shred of composure in me over a 16 year old! However, after a ‘world’ of silence between us, he was the first to speak.
“Auntie, I want to ask one more thing…” he had started, stepping closer to me.
“What is…it?” I nearly stammered as I felt my body continuously shiver! The hairs behind my neck were all in an upright position and the air coming out of my nose were as hot as a furnace!

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Since then, that has been my situation with Stanley. Of the two or three periods I usually spent in a week in their classroom teaching, it was barely about anything else. Of course I would essentially teach them; going through my lesson note as well as the recommended Home Economics textbooks. But while it appeared to the rest of the class that I was just basically teaching them, it wasn’t just about the lesson for myself and Stanley! Technically, he was the one that lured me into the dark art as he began to unflinchingly watch, stare and gaze at my body rather provocatively as the weeks passed on! I wouldn’t deny though, that I had once or twice expectedly searched for him on coming into their class and on both occasions, felt some form of stifled gladness when I found him in class! So as he went on to begin ogling my body in the course of the proceeding lesson, it only felt like a trap, that had caught a game! In fact, before we could get to a month old in this very errant practice, I had begun dressing for Stanley! I had begun wearing very tight skirts to class! Not only where the skirts tight, they were also usually short – stopping some inches above my knee!

And in some very extreme cases, I had worn them with their usually excessive slits, which of course looked very daring; directly behind my thighs! It was thus inevitable that the entirety of the back of my fleshy thighs always came into view each time I backed the students! While I was aware I was having to expose myself to the entire class, the thought of the fact that Stanley was equally seeing me too, was what drove me on! His ogling eyes where always very direct and obvious! Practically drinking me up as I walked to and fro the length and breadth of the classroom! He would look at my bust which also usually sampled a decent amount of cleavage, and then my swaying hip and wide Buttocks!

He would look at my bust which also usually sampled a decent amount of cleavage
Before going on to stare at my exposed thighs and legs! The few times I had gone through his very own row of seats, it had been solely because of him! And on one occasion, he had rather daringly, got his protruded arm to brush against the side of my thighs, causing this quick overwhelming shiver to run through my entire body! I was certainly the young boy’s older crush!

However, what hadn’t really clicked yet, was my own personal confidence! Bizarrely, I still very much struggled with coming up against the young boy! I was always the one who found it very had to look at his face, let alone into his eyes! Something which was rather awkward for a lady almost twice his age. He had thus far looked far more confident than myself, comfortably staring at me as long as he liked. I, on the other hand had never failed to notice these butterflies in my stomach each time I caught him staring, even though I would still be the one to look away! Even on that very Friday morning, as I kept reading out from the textbook in my hands, my knees barely carried me! They kept acting wobbly as I occasionally raised my eyes to catch Stanley looking at me! Even when I had effectively finished with the marked texts and had to turn around to write a few notes on the board behind me, I didn’t fail to notice how his eyes trailed my backside as I eventually backed him and ultimately the class! I could equally feel the backside of my right thigh come into full view and was definitely sure he had his eyes on it!

However, I was practically shaken to my roots when I heard someone ask a question, and on-turning around found the person to be Stanley! He was standing in front of his seat and was looking towards the front of the class. The entire classroom was dead calm as everybody turned to look at him.
“What kind of tacking is most preferable in sewing, ma?” he asked again on realizing that I hadn’t heard him at first. While I knew what to answer as there were no tacking methods that could be considered better than the other since use depends on what the tailor wants to achieve, I suddenly was at a loss for words!
As my eyes drunk up his facial beauty, being rightly enticed by the abundance of hair on his ‘bushy’ eye brows, my mouth fluttered! “Tacking…tacking…” I kept saying, to my utter embarrassment! “Tacking…there are no tacking….”
Stanley himself still remained standing; looking characteristically confident as he watched me struggle with myself! There was also a tinge of arrogance in his eyes which I did easily notice. He was certainly enjoying what he had caused!
When it became obvious that I just couldn’t vomit the words out any longer, he was still the same person who stepped in on the rescue! He quickly added that he was in doubt that there were any superiority between them, as another of his textbooks claims they all had their own best situations. As he sat back down after speaking, I couldn’t help but marvel at his astute maturity and outspokenness! Even as I turned around to resume writing, it was simply a mixture of bashful embarrassment, humiliation and outright stagger that came over me! Stanley was comfortably a handful; to me at least!
As I had always done just before I give my classes any Take-home assignment, I now needed to ask the class a couple of questions from the topic we had discussed to ascertain it was rightly assimilated. Even though I was already suffering from what I could call deflated confidence, I still had to ask the rounds of question so as to prepare the floor for the proceeding assignment. When I turned to face the class again, I met Stanley face-down writing into his exercise book. I was quite surprised to know he wasn’t gazing at me as usual, even though there was a tinge of jealousy that easily followed. When I spoke up, he eventually looked up.

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