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PART 2 Oh well…”, I thought morosely as I braced myself to hear what deprecating tale Yewande had to tell about Madam Julius. “I was talking to Julius and some of his friends when his wife came over, ‘forming busy’, as per iyawo celebrant and interrupting us severally…” “She doesn’t have to ‘form busy’ when she’s got paid-caterers and a party planner” I said snidely, trying hard not to make sudden moves because I could feel my ears buzzing. Champagne was the worst! Yewande wasn’t pleased at my tone or the fact that I interrupted her gist. Nonetheless, she continued. “Anyway sha, she was draped in diamonds and expensive Swiss lace and speaking fone through her nose like one…” “…Is she fine?” I interrupted again. “Are you drunk?” came Yewande’s caustic response. My tipsy soul was hurt by her retort. I took that as a cue to shut up and listen. After a brief glare in my direction, she continued. “She’s not all that fine sef; its just that she’s slim. I never figured Julius would end up with a slim woman. He’s always been drawn to buxom babes”. Her sore point was noted. I knew instinctively that she was going to hit the gym in in no time. ‘Yewande was beyond pathetic’ I thought as I craned my neck to see if my flirt-action was still in position. Bummer! He was gone. Oh-well… “Maybe she’s fat in her ‘Southern garden’ I said in drunken mirth, chortling at my own comedic ingenuity. Yewande wasn’t impressed. The party dragged and Yewande’s disappearing act became staple. I had had enough. I was drunk, horny and sleepy. Most of the politicians had gone, taking a few lucky ladies with them. The unlucky castaways remained, vying for attention amongst the few big boys and the young Unilag students left at the party. The vast majority of the Unilag boys had mounted sentry around the booze source and had turned the arena into a small fraternity gathering. The sudden buzz of argument coming from the high table area caught my attention but I shrugged nonchalantly, surmising that some miscreant had found his way in and was being challenged by security. It wasn’t until I saw one of the ladies from the table pointing at me and saying something inaudible against the drone of music that I suspected something was amiss. The lady approached me with ‘Flirt-action’ in tow. “Your friend is making a fool of herself. Better go and get her before security throws her out” the lady said in barely concealed scorn. My confusion was evident as I stared back at her through my drunken haze, trying to comprehend her words. Flirt-Action leaned towards me and I smiled at him leeringly. Up close, he looked quite young and ruggedly handsome. He was saying something I could barely decipher. His lips looked kissable though. “Your friend… the beautiful lady with the big ass has gotten into a fight with the celebrant’s wife”, he said with a solemn look. Trust him to notice Yewande’s ass; bloody freak! My flirty thoughts halted immediately as the import of his words sank in. Good grief! My drunkenness evaporated as I sprung to my feet and made my way towards the area of the fracas. I got there in time to see Yewande, sans her gele, being told to leave by two burly men in black suits while several big girls were trying to calm down a lady who looked like a wasp in shiny lace. Julius, whom I suspected was the reason for this brouhaha, was smoking a cigarette by a corner and pretending to listen to his friends and three big bosomed ladies who were acting as ‘quarrel intermediaries’. Yewande spotted me and started to ‘rake’ loudly. “Imagine o Vuoke? This useless woman called me husband snatcher. Isn’t she the husband snatcher?? Where was she when Julius was a struggling lawyer???” Above and beyond Yewande’s raking, I stared hard at the wasp. Her eyes were red and the veins in her neck stood like rail tracks. Her tear-drop diamond earrings glowed in the night light, casting a rainbow of colors on her pinched face. Waspy noticed me pleading with the men in black and the insults, initially meant for Yewande, somehow managed to engulf me as well. “Desperate prostitutes. See them? They couldn’t even hold themselves in check. Your attempt at getting my husband has failed. Get these things out of here! I want them… both of them, out!” Waspy pointed at me and Yewande. We were escorted to our table to get our bags and Yewande’s gele, (which had mysteriously appeared at the table) and shown the way out. The men in black were not playing. As we left, I realized we were now the cynosure of all eyes. Some were glaring at us for daring to ruin the party; some were tattling disparagingly while others just gave us dirty looks; the kind one gives to two bit hookers. ‘Un’-Flirt-Action even had the nerve to cast me a look of pity. My shame knew no bounds. Meanwhile, Yewande was beside me, insisting that she had to speak to Julius before we leave. I was mortified. I grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip and practically dragged her towards the exit when Julius’ loud boastful voice echoed down the hall… “Imagine how that one came to disrupt my birthday. I only gave her invite because she has been disturbing me with phone calls and text…Some ladies don’t know when to give up.” I was livid as I turned to Yewande. She had told me Julius was the one that insisted she came to his party. Now I hear the boastful midget singing a different tune. “ I hope you’re happy now? Julius this, Julius that… See the humiliation you’ve brought upon us? See where your lack of self esteem has pushed you to? Sebi you want to speak with him? Oya go ahead. Exhibit your desperation to him, his friends and his wasp of a wife. Maybe it will help you find closure!” Yewande’s face crumpled and her mouth shook with threatened sobs. I gave her a look that spoke volumes and stormed out of the Eagles Club, almost tripping over in my heels. I yanked off the damned shoes and stomped away, bare feet, leaving Yewande to make her painful choice… To speak with Julius or follow me home with what little dignity she had left. …Her choice was predictable. Thank God I’m not Yewande! THE END.

THE GOOD DEED   Brian woke up with the date reverberating in his head. He loved the month of June not only because it’s his birth month, but also because it’s the month he embarks on charitable deeds. For some weird reason, he was excited for today’s charity event. He had picked out the lucky recipient in his head and though he initially balked at his choice, it began to grow on him, albeit slowly. Brian was determined to make someone’s dream come true and he was going to enjoy seeing the look of surprise and pleasure on the recipient’s face. Teju hated school but had little or no choice. She had nothing going for her and school was the only place she could go, to pass time and silently curse her fate. She wasn’t a Grade A student… no. She was just an average student, who used her every spare moment – and she did have alot of those – to study and improve her grades. She knew she couldn’t make an “A” even with a text-book open in front of her but she was determined to try. With a frustrated sigh, she slowly made her way to the school library to read up on psychology. Brian headed for the library. He knew just where to find the recipient of his proposed charity but his journey there was interrupted severally by fawning female students, throwing themselves at him with shameless vehemence. He was used to the attention. He’d resigned himself to the inevitable fact that his six foot 3inch frame of dark hard-bodied muscle, was pure, undiluted babe-magnet. He didn’t complain though. He was secretly grateful for his looks and build and went out of his way to please his female admirers. Teju sat at a far corner of the library, reading her psychology text-book and trying hard not to day dream. Not like her daydream was going to be romantic or such. She had no one to daydream about because she gave up hope of ever falling in love and expecting to be loved in return. Her life was pathetic and she had mourned its lack of improvement several years before and moved on. No point thinking about a life that was sure to end in sorrow and possibly spinsterhood. Now all she did was study hard and quell her loneliness with food. Brian entered the school library with a suaveness that made the librarian push her glasses down for a discrete peek. He saw her but pretended not to. It was no hidden secret that the librarian wanted him bad; her thirst was obvious… Today, however, he had no time for her flirty looks. He was a man on a mission. A mission to make some lucky girl’s dream come true. He knew just where to go and if he was lucky – which he always was – he would spot her. The hair at the back of Teju’s neck pricked. She felt the kind of funny feeling one feels when someone was watching them. She looked up from her book with a puzzle frown. Her eyes clashed with his and she froze. She couldn’t breath, blink or move. She just stared at Brian’s tall, dark and handsome frame as he sat at the next table, removing his books from his backpack, his eyes holding her hostage. Teju felt her neck grow cold. She was the ugliest girl Brian had ever seen. Her eyes sloped mournfully, as if they intended to leave their sockets and roll down her face. Her lips were thin and lifeless but it was her mouth, as a whole, that appalled him. She had an overbite, large enough to make her a science project. Hers were the hugest teeth ever and her thin lips could barely cope with the task of covering them. Brian threw her a smile and turned to his book. His smile was the offer of his benevolent gift and she would be stupid not to accept it. Teju’s sloppy eyes widened to their fullest and made her look like a badly drawn cartoon. She attempted to fold her thin lips over her huge teeth but failed. She’d just had a daydream that Brian smiled at her and she felt herself close to retching. With a swiftness that was foreign to her nature, Teju quickly packed up her books, shoving them in her big carryall bag, and scurried out of the library like a petrified rabbit. She had to write this precious moment in her diary, right after vomiting with excitement. Brian smiled. Whether she knew it or not, she had just accepted his gift. He counted to ten then packed up his books and left the library. It wasn’t difficult to spot her in the huge campus. She was the only girl whose face left a trail of laughter in her wake. Brian shook his head and thought of how benevolent he was for embarking on this charitable gesture. Not many men would think to do what he did for Teju and her likes and he hoped that someday soon, these unfortunate damsels would look back and think of him as the nearest they would ever come to a messiah. Teju ran to her “safe-haven” in the school campus – a quiet place at the back of the new Accounts Department which was still under construction. There, she attempted to vomit in vain. Exhausted by her brisk walk and inane shock at being spoken to by the hottest boy in Uni, Teju leaned on the wall of the building, trying to pull herself together. Life was cruel to her as it were. She didn’t need the likes of Brian coming to smile at her in their bizarre attempt at pulling off a sick joke. At that moment, Teju seriously considered dropping out of school. Brian found her leaning on the wall at the back of the new accounts Department Building. He had often wondered what she came here to do. Looking at her, he felt a bit sorry for her. It can’t be fun , waking up every morning and knowing she would forever look like a sea-horse, he thought in magnanimous pity. Hopefully, his gift would be a bright spot in her life. Brian smiled and covered the distance between them. Teju realized his presence too late and couldn’t take flight. She cowered uncertainly, waiting for the cruel jokes to begin. Instead, he smiled at her again. “Hi Teju… of course you know who I am right? She nodded, afraid to speak. Brian smiled and continued. “So, this June is my Birth Month and every year, I like to make a random girl’s wish come true. This year, you’re the lucky random girl” Teju still didn’t say anything but her eyes seem to narrow suspiciously and her brows furrowed deeply in a frown. If it were humanly possible, she looked even more hideous! “Aren’t you going to ask me what I’m supposed to grant you?” Still she said nothing. Brian felt his irritation creeping up but had to suppress it. This was supposed to be a good deed. He didn’t want to ruin it with anger. Instead, he smiled again at her. “I’ll be at Sansea Hotel this evening. If you’re interested, meet me there at 7pm. I’ll wait for you for an hour and if I don’t see you, I will take it that you’re not interested in my gift and leave. Ok?” He didn’t wait for her response before turning to walk away. Teju watched him leave, her mind racing worriedly. What gift could Brian possibly want to give her? And why her? It didn’t add up. Wait… did he say hotel? Until today, Brian had never acknowledged her existence. He usually looked right through her like she didn’t exist. She was quite surprised he even knew her name. With a reluctant sigh, Teju started to make her way back to the girl’s hostel. She relied solely on her instincts; which had gotten her way from scrapes and public humiliation on several occasions, and was strangely perturbed when the same instincts told her to meet Brian at the hotel. Brian expected the knock and smiled in anticipation. No girl could resist him… not even the extremely ‘morguish-looking’ Teju. His friends would be horrified if they knew what he was up to. His girlfriend would probably die of apoplexy. Either way, he was glad no one knew of his plans. It’s not everyday he offers the services of his dick to the ugly girls of the world. But being a magnanimous and generous guy, he did it on the down-low. He was not the sort of guy that gave freely and willingly and announced his benevolence. Ugly girls deserved some love and he was going to offer his. His only prayer was that she wouldn’t have a repugnant odor like the girl from last year June. He didn’t want his secret fetish to be quelled by shoddy hygiene issues. Luckily, he always used a condom. He opened the door and ushered Teju in. She had managed to pull herself together in a futile attempt at looking good. Her thin lips were smeared with a marshy-colored lipstick while her eyes had the faint touch of eye-shadow and eye-pencil. The combination was garish but Brian appreciated the attempt. She looked nervous and was clutching her bag like a weapon. Brian went into ‘Soothing-Mode’ instantly. “Hi… thanks for making it. I know you’re worried and I don’t blame you for that but what I want to tell you is quite simple. You either accept or decline. Either way, I’d respect your choice and we’ll go back to how we always were in school. Simple. So please, calm down. You’re under no duress to do anything.” His look was so sincere that Teju relaxed a little. Up close, he looked like a dark demi-god; handsome, tall and commanding. “What do you want to grant me” she asked him shyly, painfully aware of her beauty-challenge. “I’m granting you myself. Just for today. Do whatever you please with me. I’m going to be your willing slave, boyfriend, whatever! All I ask is for you to be gentle with me.” Teju’s mouth fell open in shock. It didn’t improve her looks from his standpoint and he wished she would just close her mouth and take the opportunity so he could fuck her with a pillow covering her face. The mere thought of her face covered with a pillow made him stiff. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he used his stiffness to his advantage. “You may not believe it Teju, but I’m attracted to you in a strange way. See for yourself…” Slowly, making sure she was watching, Brian unfastened his belt and clasp of his jeans, reached for his dick and pulled it out gently, stroking it in the process. His impressive thick and stout seven-inch member, stiffened some more. Teju gapped at it, feeling suddenly light-headed and faint. (………. To be continued)

THE GOOD DEED – FINALE (R-18) Teju was no virgin. She’d indulged in discrete romps with guys who had practically offered to pay her for her silence. She knew alot of them didn’t want it seeping out that they speak to her much less having sex with her. She couldn’t really blame them because given a choice, she wouldn’t have sex with herself either. But Brian was a shocker for her. Not in her wildest dream had she imagined that she would speak to him. Yet here she was in a hotel room, standing opposite him, watching him caress himself with something akin to need… FOR HER! Brian expected her to hesitate and pretend to be shy. He anticipated the coercion process he was supposed to embark on. However, Teju shocked him stupid! Her clothes were on the floor in record time. She was in her underwear, which were surprisingly clean, vibrating in barely suppressed excitement. Her body was a disappointment though. She had saggy breasts which were encased in a bra that did little to elevate them; a small under-belly and knock-knees. Brian felt his member turn flaccid. How was he expected to get excited with this creature in front of him? Teju watched with dismay as Brian’s dick ‘lost steam’. She’d seen this happen too many times and it hurt. She just stood watching him with rapidly diminishing hope. Alas, her dream of ever getting penetrated by this hunk quietly took twenty steps back to oblivion. The experience she gleefully anticipated after he made his offer, fizzled to nothingness. With a dejected sigh, she bent down to retrieve her clothes. Brian felt like a heel. This was in no way charitable. He had set out to do something good for mankind, yet when the opportunity presented itself, or herself – as the case may be – he could barely rise to the occasion. Literarily! With an inward groan, he decided to make things right and get this over and done with. “Don’t get dressed. Take off your underwear.” He didn’t dare suggest she give him a blowjob to help him get up. With those mighty chompers, he envisaged pain, not pleasure, at the thought of oral sex. He watched her take off her bra and slowly peel off her panties. He froze as he looked at her feminine mound. Teju’s pubis was clean-shaved, save for a little tuft of hair that dipped into a “VEE” at the very top of her labia. The tuft of hair was cut in the shape of a heart and looked like it was professionally sculpted. Brian smiled… this time genuinely. He was amused that “seahorse” had some sense of humor after all. Teju knew what was expected of her and quickly obliged. Most guys she’d been with always preferred to take her from behind; probably to avoid looking at her face during coitus. She didn’t mind as long as she was getting the dick. The minute she realized that he was getting aroused again, she went to the bed, bent over – doggy style – and buried her face in the pillow. She never expected foreplay… she did that all on her own, in her head, most times. All she wanted was the feel of the dick as it slid into her. Seeing her in that position, ass in the air, her pussy waiting and willing, Brian forgot how grotesque she looked. He quickly slipped on a condom and eased himself into her. She was tight; not surprising because he didn’t envisage men beating down her pussy walls in their droves. He heard her gasp and smirked. He liked the whimpering sound that escaped girls when he burrowed into them. It was like a glowing attestation to his endowment. He also liked Teju’s innate understanding of the situation and her smart move at burying her face in the pillow. Their lovemaking – if it could be called that – frightened him. Though she never raised her head from the pillow, he heard her pleasured muffled moans and occasional yelps when he got in too deep. His fear, however, stemmed from the unbelievable movement of her waist. Teju had moves! Moves he’d never seen… moves he never thought sexually possible. The girl’s waist was on independent rotation after his first few thrusts. Never had he seen a woman whine her waist with as much expertise as Teju did. His fear mounted with every thrust. She was going to make him cum so fast. Teju felt him ram her hard and fast. He was huge and she knew she would bruise after this ordeal. The sex, to her, was as impersonal as could be and though she enjoyed it, she wished it could be more intimate. She wished he would reach out and touch her breast and tweak the nipples. She wished he would tell her to turn around and fuck her missionary style so she could stare at his face and see his expression. She knew her wishes wouldn’t come true so she shifted her mind to the moment and enjoyed what he had to give. Brian came faster than he’d anticipated. Her gyrating waist had managed to achieve what other prettier girls could never attain. He had barely done six thrusts before shooting his load. He knew Teju didn’t cum and felt disappointed at his quick release. She wanted to get dressed but he stopped her and pushed her back into doggy position. Thankfully, his erection was swift in its encore and he wasted no time digging into her and pounding the shit outta that crazy, gyrating ass. As she wore her clothes, she stole a look at him, trying to gauge his emotions. Though he had a big dick and could fuck, he wasn’t the best she’d had. Steven would forever hold that spot. Steven with his slight frame, huge bifocal efiko glasses and incredible bedroom skills. Steven, the Pastor of Accounting department Christian Union Group. Teju sighed as she grudgingly shifted her mind from Steven to Brian. She was surprised Brian would go more than one round with her. He’d fucked her three times; each time, his groan got louder, his pounding got faster and his terms of endearment got cheesier. ‘Baby… Lover… Sugarplum.’ Her pussy was on fire from his assault. She finished dressing up and turned to him with a shy smile. “I’m leaving… Thank you for a great evening” Brian stared at her, speechless. He murdered the urge to ask her if she wanted to spend the night with him. His reputation would be in tatters if anyone found out he spent the night with Teju. He didn’t respond to her. He just stared at her, his mind a conflict zone. He watched her smile fade as she turned to leave the room. He wanted to stop her and tell her that she was the best damned doggy-fuck he’d ever had but he couldn’t. Instead, he watched the door close and knew he was going to be thinking of her for a very long time to come. Monday, 18th of June! Brian opened his eyes to Rita’s sexy smile. She’d woken him up with kisses and was slowly sliding down to give him his birthday fellatio. He smiled… that contented smile a guy gives when everything was going his way. And then the frown. As Rita lapped at his balls, tea-bagging and teasing, his thoughts veered off to Teju. Its been over two weeks yet his need for her refused to ebb. Over the last few weeks, he had imagined fucking her in every available style there was. He need for her was an irritating itch; one that could only be quelled by a long session of hot, rough and turbulent sex. He had considered approaching her several time in the past week but for some crazy reason, she seemed elusive. She was always in Church for one mundane programme or the other. He’d also noticed that she hardly ever visited the library after their time together. He wondered why. Most girls would throw themselves at him at any given opportunity but not Teju. “What’s wrong baby…” Brian snapped back to reality and looked down to see Rita’s pretty face marred by a frown; his dick lying limp and lifeless. “Am I not doing it right? Why aren’t you hard?” She asked with worry. Brian took a deep breath and sat up. “You want me hard? Get on your fucking knees and throw that ass in the air.” “No joor… in the last two weeks, you don’t seem to get a hard on unless you fuck doggy-style. Abeg I’m tired. Let’s try something else. How about the scissors? You know that makes me cum faster than usual.” “Then you’re not ready to fuck…” With those words, Brian got off the bed and strolled to the adjoining bathroom to take a leak. His mind was filled with one sentence only… “I. Have. To. Fuck. Teju. Again… And Again… and Again!” THE END

SUNDAY SPECIAL – LITTLE MANNIE (R-18) Retta watched as the boy loosened the pipes underneath the kitchen sink with an expertise borne from constant practice. She was amused at little Mannie pottering about with tools like a professional plumber. She hoped he wouldn’t cause any monumental damage to the sink but smiled all the same at his effort at helping her out. “I’ll be in the living room when you’re done” He muffled a response from under the sink, causing Retta to laugh out loud as she left the kitchen. Mannie was such a cutie-pie. He was going to break alot of hearts when he got older, she thought as she scanned her perfectly laid dining table. She was expecting Oche for dinner and though excited, a little part of her entertained worry. There had been something in his voice that told her all was not well. She’d pondered on that ‘something’ all through her drive from the office to the house and while she made dinner. Her pondering had stopped briefly when she realized that her kitchen sink was clogged. That was where little Mannie came in. He was no plumber but he offered to help out and she was grateful for his offer. The doorbell rang and she went to get the door. Oche stood there, mopping sweat from his brows and smiled weakly at her. Even in his sweat-drenched shirt, he looked adorable. Retta had to hold herself back from hopping on him and kissing his full lips. She reckoned he would be tired so she got him a shot of scotch and led him to the dining table where dinner was waiting for him. Oche ate with the relish Retta enjoyed, cleaning out every morsel from his plate and belching in satisfaction. After dinner, They sat on the sofa and sipped on a mixture of Vodka and Orange juice. Retta wanted him to take into her bedroom and make passionate love to her. It had been a while he touched her. He’d been too busy with work and business trips and Retta missed him sorely. “There’s something I need to tell you Retta.” That nagging feeling of worry crept back. Retta had sensed that Oche wasn’t totally at ease while they ate dinner but she pushed the thought aside when she realized that whatever bothered him, didn’t affect his appetite. It couldn’t be that serious if he could still eat. But now, she sensed the seriousness from his tone and she didn’t think she would like what he wanted to say. “I’ve decided to give my marriage another shot. Too many people have begged on her behalf and it would make me seem like an unforgiving man if I didn’t heed.” Retta was stumped. Her thoughts dashed all over the place. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Oche was going to leave her. What happened to their plans; their dream of a life together? What happened to the love they vowed to share? Oche was going to leave her. For his wife! A woman he caught in the arms of his best friend… in their matrimonial bed! A woman, who’d hurt and betrayed him. Oche was going to leave her. HER, Retta, who endured endless drunken nights, tears and anger as he mourned the infidelity of his wife. Was it not her arms he cried himself to sleep for nights on end? Was it not her ears that heard the insecurity and fear he harbored after his wife’s debacle? Was it not her voice that soothed his pain and massaged his bruised ego? Was it not her arms he found succor? Was it not her breast he sucked like a baby? Was it not her vagina he fucked constantly to ease his tension? Oche was going to leave her. Yet he sat down and wolfed her dinner; drank her scotch and was now twirling her wine in his wine glass. Oche was a bloody bastard!!! She screamed, beat his chest, reminded him of the sacrifices she’d made for him for the full year and a half that he split from his wife. Then she threw him out of her house, screaming at him never to come back and slammed the door in his face. With bitter tears, she left the used dinner dishes on the dining table and went to her bedroom. All she wanted to do at that point was soak in her bathtub and sip wine. Tears rolled down her face as she felt the warm water embrace her naked body. Bitter tears of frustration, hurt and indelible pain. Once again, she’d been taken for a ride. She never learned. She always fell for these spineless men. One minute, it was pity, the next minute she was in love. She always seemed attracted to men whom others had hurt and every single time, they returned to the ones who hurt them and left her in the cold. Retta cried and drank till the bottle of wine lay empty and the water in the tub turned cold. As she stumbled out of the bathtub, naked and shivering, she felt his hands hold her; supporting her. Good thing he was a tall kid, she thought as he led her to her huge four-poster bed. Retta wasn’t ashamed that she was naked in Mannie’s presence. She just didn’t care anymore. He had apparently finished pottering with the kitchen sink and had come to inform her that he was leaving. But Retta couldn’t be bothered. All she thought about was Oche’s betrayal and the months it was going to cost her to get over the hurt. Her heart bruised easily but it was the healing process that was hell. It got worse with every failed relationship. Where would she begin? She was already 38years old. What single man would want her when nubile young girls in their early twenties abound and were willing to take their sexual exploits to another level? She was doomed to be a mistress or second wife. Oche was her last chance at boarding the marriage train and sadly, the train choo-chooed away without her on it. Retta burst into fresh tears. She didn’t know how it happened but her grief was cut short abruptly. Mannie had been consoling her, begging her not to cry; telling her in his incredible baritone that everything was going to be alright. When had his voice become so deep, she wondered. She remembered hugging him, not for any sexual reason; but because she needed someone to hug in her moment of grief. Then she felt his lips on her face… gentle, yet firm. Kissing away her tears. Retta stiffened in his arms but he didn’t stop. He kissed the tears as they rolled down her cheeks and trailed them to her lips. Mannie kissed her tentatively; urging her lips open with his tongue. She opened up for him, not because she wanted to but because he seemed to know what he was doing… And she was grieving… She had a viable excuse. Mannie kissed her with an expertise that shocked and excited her all at once. His young hand shook slightly as he reached to cup her full breast and tweak the nipple softly. Little Mannie didn’t seem so little now. His skinny frame inched closer, causing a sudden heat to engulf her naked body. She tried to push the impertinent 23year-old away but ended up pulling him closer; inhaling his musky sweat, mixed with some strong deodorant. He could kiss; surprisingly well too. When his lips left hers, she whimpered in protest and tried to kiss him again. She shivered as he slowly pushed her back on the bed and kiss her neck. This is so wrong, Retta thought in a daze as she felt the familiar wetness between her thighs…. But she was grieving… She deserved to be consoled by whatever means. Mannie’s lips had traveled to her breast and was gently tugging at it with the urgency of a suckling puppy. His tongue rolled over each peaked knob in turn, caressing and sucking, driving Retta mad as he left a little saliva on each nipple and blew on them till they turned cold, then sucked on them eagerly. Where did Little Mannie learn to suck nipples so expertly? What had he been up to at the university? Retta’s mind jolted as she felt him trail one hand down her belly, to her mound. She began to shake, ever so slightly, as he parted the soft fleshy lips of her vagina and tickled her clit. He looked up at her and smiled… his boyish smile that lifted a side of his lips and made him look like a mischievous wiry cherub. Retta clamped her legs shut, encasing his hand between her thighs in a vain attempt to stop him. But it didn’t. He managed to slip a finger into her, slowly digging in while using his thumb to rub her clit. Retta shook her head in a vain attempt to stop herself from enjoying it… She was grieving… She shouldn’t be doing this. She felt his breath quicken and his body tremble. She understood his urgency as he stopped to take off his clothes. She saw the uncertainty in his eyes as he hesitated before removing his jeans and boxers. He looked at her for approval as he knelt before her, naked, glorious and somewhat shy. She wanted to put a stop to this madness; tell little Mannie to get dressed and go home but she didn’t… She WAS grieving… She needed the heartache fucked away, dammit! Kneeling across her right thigh, he lifted her left leg, placing it on his shoulder and turning her on her side so he could cup her buttocks. His fingers skimmed her labia briefly making sure she was very ready for him. He trembled slightly as he guided his dick into her and groaned as he entered deeply. Retta’s moan encouraged him. Holding on to her left leg, Mannie thrust in and out of her, delivering slow, precise strokes while using his thumb to caress her clit. Retta screamed and clawed at her pillow in sexual frenzy… She was grieving… She was going to get an orgasm from her despair! Little Mannie was not so little anymore. His dick inside her did well to erase any doubt of that fact. He had increased his tempo and was fucking her with the expertise of a professional porn actor. He never let go of her clit, stimulating her on both fronts. Retta forgot her grief and the thought of Oche as she felt her cum building. She wondered if schools picked out a few boys and trained them in the art of lovemaking. Sensing that she was on the brink of climax, Mannie jammed his right thumb into Retta’s ass and rubbed on her clit furiously with his left thumb… fucking her fast and furious. Retta came with the force of thunder, buckling and screaming into the pillow as multiple waves of climax crashed all over her… She was grieving… And she had just experienced her first multiple orgasm. Mannie removed his dick and stared at her; watching her jerk in orgasmic throes. The darkness in his eyes made him look like a handsome, demon-possessed teenager. He was yet to cum and his dick stood turgid and proud. “You like the way I fuck you, aunty Retta?” Aunty Retta… that jolted her. What had she done? What had she allowed Mannie do to her? Her eyes widened in speechless horror as she stared at him, poised and ready to take her again. She had to stop this. This was so very wrong. Retta tried to get up but Mannie had read the look in her eyes. He deftly turned her on her belly like a lifeless doll, lifted her ass slightly and entered her from behind. Retta gasped at the suddenness and clutched at the bedpost for support as Mannie rammed her hard and fast from behind. She could feel his dick deep inside her as he maintained his tempo and thrust. Retta screamed as she felt another climax inching close. Mannie became maniacal. He rammed her so fast that she let out an involuntary fart just before she came. He held her ass in place as he shot his seed into her, his fingers digging into her waist, his groan coming in short bursts. Spent, he fell atop her and tried to catch his breath. ************************************************************************************ Retta closed the door and locked it after Mannie left. He seemed to sober up after his release and his usual shyness returned with an unforgiving force. He apologized profusely as he hurriedly got dressed and promised not to come near her again. Retta had smiled and told him there was nothing to forgive since he was obviously good at IT. With an unconvinced smile, he scampered out of the bedroom. Retta barely managed to catch him before he escaped the house. She held his arm and pulled him back, kissing him briefly on his lips. “Mannie… no need to act all scared. You and I know what we did was wrong but as long as you we never speak of it again, we are cool ok?” He nodded his head so fast she feared his brain would rattle. “I don’t want you to think I don’t respect you, because I do. I respect you alot. I’ve had a crush on you since I was eighteen; I guess I still have that crush.” Retta smiled again, her grief forgotten. “Promise me you won’t respect me tomorrow evening, in my bedroom…” Mannie’s eye widened as the import of her words sank in. He smiled sheepishly at her. “I’ll be here tomorrow evening with my tools and I promise NOT to respect you” Retta yawned and headed back to her bedroom with a tired sated smile. Gosh, she was grieving… and Mannie was going to be her secret comforter. THE END!

I forgot to upload stories o, and it was quiet here too hehehe. I'll put up more soon.

TEEN SPIRIT   “Happy Birthday!!!!” Mama Sally grinned behind her daughter with a pride reserved for single mothers. Sally smiled as she rinsed out the last dish in the sink. Her mum was trying hard to act right and make up for her horrid temper tantrum of the previous night. Sadly, Sally wasn’t in a forgiving mood… not yet anyways. She turned around to stare at her mother; her smile replaced by mournful sorrow and sad eyes. “Thanks mum…” She could hear the exasperated sigh escape her mother’s lips as she walked out of the kitchen without another word. She wanted her mother to wallow in guilt. Sally wasn’t a bad girl. She loved her mother to death but she totally did not expect the woman’s reaction after she informed her that she had been invited to Demi’s A level party. “Oh, so you want to start attending parties now abi? You want to start hanging out with those spoilt children whose parents have robbed the country blind to fuel their children’s uselessness abi? I’m sure you want to attend because of those spoilt little drunken brat boys that have been giving you catcalls… yes, I know. I have ears; I hear them whenever I send you on errands and I see the way they look at you.” Sally had stared at her mother in open-mouthed horror as the woman’s rants kept flowing. She couldn’t understand the true reason for her mother’s displeasure but she had a hunch that the empty wine bottle, lying forlornly by the side table, played a huge part. “Mum, I have always been amongst the top five students in every class I’ve been in. I got straight A’s in my O levels. I don’t go out without you except on errands. I have never attended a party in my life. I am a good cook, respectful and honest and I attend Church service like you mandated. I barely lie… I don’t drink or smoke like some of my peers do behind closed doors and I don’t have a boyfriend. Aren’t you scared that I might be suicidal? BECAUSE NO TEENAGER LIVES LIKE THIS!” Sally topped off her tirade by releasing a little sob and running off to her bedroom in the classic America Teenager Behavior. The times spent, watching foreign teen sitcoms had paid off. Her mother’s reaction this morning proved it. Now, she sat in her bedroom, waiting for the inevitable knock that was sure to come. Rap! Rap! Rap!!! Her mother entered her room tentatively, as if scared that she had booby-trapped it. Sally fought back her smile. She was really enjoying the show of repentance. After a few awkward moments, her mother spoke. Her words were the usual. She always started her apologies with a brief sob story of how Sally’s father had denied her pregnancy and disappeared, preceded by the evils young horny boys could get up to and the consequences, then end with these EXACT WORDS… “Someday, you will look back in time and thank me.” Sally could practically recount the speech by heart. “Sally my baby, I’m sorry about last night. I know I went overboard on the lecture but you must understand that I worry for you. I can’t bear to let anything happen to you. You’re all I’ve got; all I live for and I don’t want to fail at the one thing everyone expects me to fail at… raising you.” Sally blanked out the rest of her mother’s contrite speech, her mournful expression still in place as her thoughts moved on to the issue that really piqued her interest. DAMILOLA TAYLOR! She was obsessed with Dami but she couldn’t help it. He was just too fine. His perfect mocha skin, his curly hair, firm nose and jaw and those full lips kept her in day-dream land constantly. And he was tall… so tall, with ripped muscular body that made him look like an athlete. He was the classic male character in every Romance novel; twenty-one, handsome, rich – well rich parents – and a beautiful girlfriend that he was supposed to despise but didn’t. Dami’s father was the British Expatriate Managing Director of a popular conglomerate owned by Alhaji Dan Kaba or “The Thieving Senator” like her mother usually called him. Dami’s mother was a Lagos elite from a popular Lagosian family. She was always on the front pages of fashion magazines and threw meaningless parties… (just because she could). Mrs. Taylor didn’t like Lillian, Dami’s girlfriend. Rumor had it that, she entered Dami’s bedroom unexpectedly one evening and found her beloved son doing ‘very adult things’ to Lillian. The poor woman was traumatized by the event and had banned Lillian from entering Dami’s bedroom. Too bad Mrs. Taylor couldn’t stop Lillian from entering the garage, back-seat of cars, dark cinemas and even the occasional nameless brothels, with her son. Then there was Dami’s sister, Demilade. She was a year older than Sally but far wiser in affairs that concerned the opposite sex and had a notoriety that was only tolerated because of the wealth her parents possessed. Demi passed her A levels exam and Mrs. Taylor was hell bent on celebrating her daughter’s exam success, hence the party. Thinking about it, Sally couldn’t blame the poor woman for wanting to celebrate, considering how legally idiotic Demi was. Sally, like every other teen that knew the Taylors well, suspected that Demi’s pass had been assisted heavily by her parents, particularly her mother. Sally reined in her wandering thoughts and guarded it back to Dami. His twenty-first birthday had been a double celebration; one in the UK and one in Apapa where their sprawling mansion was. Sally had attended neither. She’d cried herself to sleep and dreamt of the moment when she could give Dami the ultimate gift… her virginity. She prepped for the magical moment both in fantasy and reality. Sally read books, trolled the internet for secret lessons on sexual pleasures and even entertained the thought of buying a dildo to experiment with. She perished the thought of purchasing a dildo because she couldn’t afford it. Besides, her spoof-CIA mother had a knack for discovering things she hid. She never could understand how the woman did it and she didn’t even want to think about the woman’s reaction should she ever find a dildo in Sally’s room. Her mother could be bat-shit crazy if she put her mind to it. “… That’s why I don’t want you to attend” She caught the last part of her mother’s words and scowled. This always happened. She couldn’t wait to get admission and get away from this woman and her paranoia. She wasn’t joking when she insinuated that she might be suicidal. “Fine mum; I’m not going to the party. Infact, I won’t go to the university or get married so you and I can live unhappily ever after”, she said with a depressed sigh. Her mother gave up and left her to stew. Sally ended up spending her seventeenth birthday sulking in her bedroom, refusing to be cheered up by the cake her mother bought. Even Cynthia’s visit didn’t lighten her mood because all her best friend talked about was Demi’s A levels Party. Her seventeenth birthday was her worst birthday yet and as she went to bed that night, she wondered if running away was a better option. Her only pleasing thought of the day was of Dami. She lay on her bed and day-dreamed of running away with him and having a dozen curly-haired, dimpled babies. FATE happened sooner than she expected. On the day of Demi’s A levels Party, Sally was reading an old romance novel when her mum poked her head into her bedroom. “Sally, I have thought about it long and hard. I think I should let you attend Demilade Taylor’s Party.” Sally performed an enviable long-jump, landing squarely in front of her mother and smothered her with grateful kisses. Mama Sally smiled at her daughter’s enthusiasm. She left her daughter whooping in glee and was glad she changed her mind. Mama Sally realized that of late, Sally always wore a frown that was quickly etching its way to permanence on her young face. It was quite a relief to see her daughter so happy. A few hours later, Cynthia bustled into sally’s room with a shocked expression that made her look like Big-Bird without the beak. Sally had texted her the good news. “PSYCHO has begun to see the light! Nor be God?” Sally rolled her eyes. Cynthia had a name for everyone and they were never nice names. When Cynthia talked about her family, one could easily assume she was referring to patients at a psychiatric ward. She called her younger brother “Chipmunk”… Her father was “Randy Jackson” (Sally often mused about the choice of the name Randy considering the fact that Papa Alero had a legendary libido). Cynthia called her mum “Ekwembe” in loving respect of the woman’s humongous buttocks. Sally’s mother was “Psycho”. The only person she didn’t have a pet name for was her older sister Alero. They fought like cat and mouse and despised each other. Cynthia felt Alero didn’t deserve a loving pet name! “Have you chosen what you’re going to wear to the party? You know we can’t afford to look razz o. Demi’s hot brother and her other hot cousins would be there. I’ve kukuma chosen the perfect dress. I stole one of Alero’s club outfits.” Sally listened to Cynthia drone on excitedly, her minding drifting off again to the couple’s dance she envisaged with Dami. Sally’s joy knew no bounds. But as evening drew closer, she felt faint and constantly had to stop and gasp for breath. She even briefly contemplated forgoing the party for sanity’s sake. Not wanting her mother to freak-out, she made sure she dressed with care and chose a demur-looking gown. Cynthia’s displeasure could not be masked when she saw Sally’s choice of outfit but she didn’t dare utter a word. Mama Sally was lurking about, waiting for the perfect opportunity to slam their outing. Instead, the girls listened patiently to another round of endless lectures about being responsible young girls and not giving themselves away to horny young boys or alcohol. Then the prayers… the long exhausting prayers. One would think Sally and Cynthia were embarking on a long distance journey… to a party that was merely a street away. At last, they were free to go. As they approached the Taylor’s mansion, Cynthia pulled her roughly between two parked cars and ordered her to strip out of her gown. Sally’s eyes were like glistening orbs. She was aghast at the thought of stripping off her gown out in the open but Cynthia insisted. “I’m not entering the party with you looking like a Togo evangelist o. Who wears Alice-in-wonderland-gown with frilly necklines and a sash in 2012? Ehn Sally? Why is your mom hell bent on turning you into a retard???” Long story short, Sally was forced to change. Cynthia brought an alternative dress that was shorter, sexier and accentuated her slightly boyish figure and really full 36c boobs. Though she was mortified at her makeshift dressing room, her confidence was restored by her new look and expertly made-up face. Sally was no gorgeous beauty but she had flawless dark skin, very thick long hair and boobs that drove the boys crazy. She hoped Dami would notice her and shoo all others away just to be with her. She kept her fingers crossed as they entered the Taylors residence and headed to the back of the house where the party was taking place by their expansive pool. Three hours later, her crossed fingers had started to ache; she had drank one too many malts and now she was queasy. Aside the leery looks, none of the boys approached her. She saw Dami twice and they were just brief sightings. Her romantic fantasy crashed into a roaring nightmare as all the boys stayed away like she had a plague. This was what her mum always talked about. The rich kids stuck together and left the poor kids out in the cold. She and Cynthia sat alone at a table watching the rich kids flirt, dance and have fun. Some even stripped to their underwear and jumped into the pool. Outside the occasional “hi” that was thrown their way by a few audacious boys who had dared to be civil, no one spoke or addressed them. Sally was miserable. (………..TO BE CONTINUED………)

TEEN SPIRIT – CONCLUDING… Deji appeared suddenly and staggered towards them with a leery smile. He was drunk and dripping from many dunks in the pool. Being Dami’s Half-Indian cousin, Deji’s popularity with girls in the hood of Apapa was unrivalled. He, it was, who supplied Cynthia, Sally and a few passable ‘hood girls’ with invites to the party. He often used his powers, as cousin to the Taylors, to sleep with any gullible girl that wanted to be associated with the family and from what Sally gathered, Cynthia wanted that association badly! Deji had whispered something in Cynthia’s eager ears and just like that, they vamoosed and left Sally all alone. It was a quarter past 10pm and past Sally’s 10pm curfew. Most of Demi’s friends had left but Sally couldn’t. Not only was the party a huge disappointment, Cynthia, her only companion was nowhere to be found. She didn’t know where Cynthia was but Sally suspected that she might be up to no good. She sat alone, gazing at the gleaming pool and wondered what Dami was up to. For some strange reason, she suspected that he was avoiding someone… her perhaps; but she couldn’t be too sure. She had never spoken to him in her life, except in her daydreams. Dami never seemed to notice her when she walked passed him and his friends on the street or past their house. He never acknowledged her in reality but they were lovers in her head. With a frustrated sigh, she decided to go in search of Cynthia. She looked around the pool area, the makeshift bar and even the pool toilets but Cynthia wasn’t there. As Sally’s worry grew, so did her irritation. She contemplated entering the Taylor’s house when Dami chose that moment to emerge from it with a giggling Lillian in tow. She watched as he walked her to the Prado jeep that had come to pick her and cringed as they kissed shamelessly beside the driver who was old enough to be her father. Sally turned away, unable to take it. Her heart was broken. She was invisible to the love of her life and felt hot tears of frustration sting her eyes. With the resolve of a scorned teenager, Sally got up and made her way towards the gates just as it opened to let Lillian and her Prado out of the compound. Cynthia could find her way home whenever she chose to come out of wherever she was, Sally fumed. She was almost at the gate when a hand grabbed her. Turning angry eyes at the owner of the hand, she realized it was Dami. Her hurt and frustration morphed into tears and her eyes blurred. He looked at her with a compassion probably reserved for his pet dog. “Are you alright” “I’m fine” she answered crisply, wiping the tears away in childish indignation. “Then why are you crying?” “I can’t find my friend and I have to get home before my mum comes looking for me” Dami looked around the sparse gathering of people left at the party. “Your friend must have left without you” Dami said, his concern turning to pity. Sally didn’t want his pity. She nodded and walked away, exiting the compound before he could utter another word. This was her very worst day and for some reason, she blamed her mother. “How was the party” “Horrible! I hated it. I don’t know why I went there!” Sally’s bedroom door slammed shut with a ferociousness that shook the furniture. Mama Sally sighed. She’d guessed it would be like this. Just like her, during her teenage years, Sally didn’t seem to fit in with the popular crowd. This was why she never allowed her attend any party. She knew it would always end up this way. Deciding to give Sally time alone to herself, Mama Sally locked the doors, turned out the lights and went to bed. She made a mental note to quiz her daughter tomorrow, about the slutty gown she wore back home this night. Sally couldn’t sleep. She was mad at the world. Mad that she was raised by a single, struggling mother. Mad that they were poor. Mad that her best friend had absconded without her. Mad that Dami ignored her at the party. After crying into her pillow for a while, she stripped off Cynthia’s gown and decided to take a shower. Her mother would have noticed the dress but she was too upset to worry about her reaction. She showered, scrubbing her body furiously in a vain attempt at washing her sorrows away. After her shower, she slipped on her night shorts and satin spaghetti top and slipped into bed, determined to wish away Dami from her life. She was awakened by a staccato tap on her window. Panic gripped her as she sat up in bed and stared at it unseeingly, trying to decided what to do. She slowly got out of bed and tiptoed to the door when she heard a voice call her name. Torn between running away from her bedroom and investigating what or who was at her window, she heard the voice again. This time, she was certain it was Cynthia. She went to the window and cracked open the curtain to peek and sure enough, there was Cynthia, looking around her furtively and tapping on the window. Sally’s anger returned full blast. She quietly made her way to the back door in the kitchen and opened it slightly making sure not to attract her mother with the creaking sound. Then she slipped out of the house. Cynthia met her at the back with a wan smile which Sally reciprocated with a glare. “I’m sorry Sally… I can explain; but I’ll do that when we get inside. Its so cold out here… is Psycho asleep?” Sally didn’t respond. Instead, she turned and headed back towards the house. “Guess who brought me home? Dami…” Those words froze Sally in her tracks. She turned to Cynthia in surprise then looked around her, noting only blackness. “Dami? As in Damilola Taylor?” She asked, her heart skipping a beat. “Yes. He came to drop me after Deji passed out and there was no one to walk me home.” “Where is he?” Sally could feel her excitement building. “He’s out front, waiting to see if I can get in. He was upset that I abandoned you and told me you were crying as you left.” Sally’s anger towards Dami evaporated instantly. Without a word to Cynthia, she stealthily made her way to the front of the house and sure enough, there was Dami in his father’s Mercedes G-wagon SUV. He saw her and beckoned her over. Sally looked around to be sure no one was about and ran towards the car. She heard the security locks lift as she approached and quickly slipped into the car. Without warning, Dami started the car and drove away, heading in the direction of his house. Sally’s fear knew no bounds. As Dami reached the gates of the Taylor’s mansion, it opened immediately and he drove into the garage and parked. He switched on the inner lights of the car and turned to her. “Happy belated birthday Sally…” he said with a smile. Sally didn’t know what to make of this scenario. In all her daydreams, she always had something witty to say when she found herself alone with him. But this was real; this wasn’t a dream. She was seated right next to Dami in shorts and a satin top on a chilly mid-night, speechless. So many thoughts ran through her head as she stared at him. “I’m sorry for whisking you away like that but I didn’t want to talk in a brand-new G-Wagon, out on a lonely street in the middle of the night. I’ll take you home in a bit.” All she could do was nod. He got out of the car and turned around to open the door for her. Holding her hand firmly, he led her to the pool at the back of the house and offered her a seat. Sally stared at him, mesmerized as he went to the now empty bar, got two bottles of Smirnoff Ice and brought them back to where she was seated, immobilized. He opened the bottles and handed one to her while he drank from the second one. They sat in silence for a while, him sipping his drink, she staring at him without touching hers. Sally suddenly started to shiver; the cool night air giving her chills. She tried to brace herself against the cold but couldn’t. Dami noticed it and got up, holding out his hand to her. “Come, lets swim” “S—swim? I’m c-co-cold” “You’ll feel better when you get into the water” Dami grabbed her hand and led her to the side of the pool. Without a thought, he lifted her satin top and pulled it over her head. Her nipples peaked instantly as the air hit her full breasts. She covered them shyly, avoiding his gaze. Dami seemed oblivious of her action as he tugged down her shorts. She stepped out of them, caught in a sexual trance that she couldn’t quite understand. Next, he slipped out of his combat shorts and T-shirt, tossing them aside carelessly and held out his hand for her as he walked to the edge of the pool. He was gloriously naked and Sally tried hard not to look down at his shrunken shaft. This was the first time she was seeing a penis… of course she’d seen drawings and a couple on the internet but never a live one. She was shy and uncomfortable and suddenly, the water seemed like a cloak where she could hide her naked body. Dami entered the pool and held out both hands to her to help her in. Soon they were both in the cold water. She sank into the pool, leaving just her head above water and remained in one spot, watching him swim vigorously back and forth, doing laps. He disappeared under the water several time and always surfaced near her. Dangerously close. Each time he surfaced, she stared into her eyes with an intensity that frightened her. She felt a sudden wetness in her crotch that had nothing to do with the water and was immensely uncomfortable with the foreign feeling. Despite her discomfort, her eyes never left him. He was gorgeous with his curly hair flattened on his head and his body glistening as the moon shone brightly on the pool. He coerced her into doing a few laps with him and held her body close to his when they swam to the deep end of the pool. She began to relax after a few minutes and even managed a shy giggle when she felt his penis poke her buttocks as he tried to grab her from behind. Her inhibition dissipated and she actually found herself enjoying the moonlight swim with Dami. Several times, he was so close to her that she thought he would kiss her but he didn’t. They swam for an hour till they became cold. Dami led her to a small changing room and shared a huge bath towel with her. Though she was a novice, she could feel the sexual tension between them. She snuck furtive glances as his penis several times to see if he was aroused by her. Sadly, she couldn’t really tell because he always seemed to turn away just before she got an eyeful. But she did get an ample view of his firm, fair butt. He ran back to the side to the pool and got their clothes. They got dressed in silence. Sally had a million things to tell him but couldn’t bring herself to say a word. “I’d better take you home now” he said when they were both done dressing up. Sally watched him from the corner of her eye as he drove her back home. She noticed, from the dashboard clock that it was almost 2:30am. A mixture of fear, frustration and resignation battled within her as he pulled up in front of her house and killed the the engine to prevent noise. Sally sighed and turned to him. “… am I that unattractive?” He seemed taken aback and was silent for a few minutes. Then he reached for her hand and placed it on his crotch. Her eyes flew to his as she felt it throb; stiff as a pestle. “I don’t take advantage of girls. Don’t get me wrong, if your offered yourself, I WOULD sleep with you; but your friend told me you turned seventeen a few days ago and that you’re still a virgin.” Sally blushed furiously making a mental note to throttle Cynthia as soon as she entered the house. “Oh…” was all she could say. Dami smiled at her obvious disappointment. “Every fiber in my body wants to drag you back to my bedroom and fuck you senseless but I won’t do it. You’re a sweet girl and I like you enough to fight the urge. You will thank me later.” “You will thank me later”. Her mother’s favorite words. Sally smiled at him in resignation. Without warning, Dami leaned and kissed her on the lips. A soft, slow kiss that quickly turned into urgency and intense need. He grabbed her close, running his hand over her breast, eliciting a soft moan from her. Just when Sally thought he was going to change his mind and move to second base, he let go of her reluctantly. “I’m leaving for school tomorrow and won’t be back till December. I guess I’ll see you at the end of the year…” Sally nodded and made to leave the car but he held her back. He reached into the glove compartment of the car and handed her an envelope. She looked at it in confusion. “Its a birthday gift. I couldn’t think of what to get you so I decided to give you some money to buy something for yourself” Sally looked at the envelope in surprise. She wasn’t a magician but she guessed the money in there was more than N10,000. She was about to refuse it but he pressed the money into her palm forcefully. “If you done accept it, I’ll never speak to you again” Sally’s hands closed over the envelope promptly. She muttered a shy thank-you, got out of the car and walked away hurriedly, eager to enter the house. Luckily, Cynthia had left the back door open. She managed to lock it without a sound and tip-toed into the bedroom. Cynthia was fast asleep and snoring lightly. Sally tucked the envelope inside her pillow. She would have loved to count the money but decided against it because she didn’t want to wake up her friend. She got into bed beside Cynthia and pulled the cover cloth over her cold body. She smiled at the thought of Dami holding and kissing her. Her thoughts drifted to a haze as sleep snuck up on her almost immediately. Damilola Taylor sat beside the pool drinking Sally’s untouched Smirnoff Ice. His thoughts were in disarray. He had avoided her at the party deliberately though he watched her from a hidden distance. Seeing Sally naked with her young full breast, innocent smile and lovely dark skin was the biggest test he had ever endured as a vibrant, sexual young man. And she smelled nice too. In his head, he did many things to her young body that would make a porn star embarrassed. And when they kissed, he wanted to drag her to the back of the car and make her a woman. But he couldn’t touch her. He wanted to… very badly too, but couldn’t. Sally’s mother had paid him a visit early the previous morning. The woman knew about her daughter’s crush and was willing to sacrifice N20,000 as bribe so he and his friends would stay away from her. The money only made him want Sally more. Everyone knew that Sally’s mother was struggling to care for her daughter single handedly and N20,000 was a lot of money for her to give up just to protect her daughter’s virtue. He accepted the money with a solemn promise that neither he nor his friends at the party would speak to Sally much less touch her. He had kept his promise, albeit, barely. He wasn’t so sure he could do it again if he saw Sally naked one more time. With a final swig, Dami finished his drink and stood up tiredly. His hard-on was still very evident through his shorts. As he walked towards the house, he hoped Sally would put her mother’s N20,000 to good use and prayed she remained a virgin for him when he got back in December.   THE END (The final episode on Dami's return in December is still upcoming)

BANKING DELIGHT Elaine was angry; very, very angry. To crown it, the customer care lady was giving her major attitude and she was teetering on the brink of rage eruption. Her ATM card was stuck inside the ATM outside the bank and she had come in to complain. Instead of trying to help her, the lady at customer care was fawning and batting her fake lashes at an overtly bejeweled man with sweat-patch around his pits and a color that could only have come from a bottle! Elaine had nicely asked the customer care lady to direct her to someone who could help her since she was so ‘busy’, but did the lady pay her any mind? Not at all. She looked through Elaine blandly and told her to ‘hold on maam’ before turning back her mega-watts smile to sweaty-pits! That was the last straw. Elaine proceeded to cause a raucous – never before seen at the banking hall – threatening to bitch-slap the security who had come to pacify her. She knew she was exhibiting a classic case of transferred aggression but she was past caring. She needed the cute customer service pompous bitch to know that sometimes, it was better to attend to the ladies so they could leave before flirting with bottle-bleached men in cheap bling. It wasn’t like Elaine was in a good mood when she arrived at the bank’s ATM point to withdraw money. As a matter of fact, she was stifling an angry growl because all she had in her account as N5,075.44k and she knew she couldn’t withdraw more than N4,000. She needed N5,000 as a matter of urgency or else Linda was going to start her own raucous back at her office. Linda and the story of the N5,000 was for another day. Luckily, someone had smartly gone to the Bank Manager to inform him of the fracas at the banking hall and soon, he was coming down to investigate. As he descended, Elaine was struck. She had expected Mr. Elegbede, the portly but friendly born-again Bank Manager. Instead, the guy walking towards her was tall, dark and ruggedly handsome. He had piercing but playful eyes and full lips. He approached Elaine with a pleading smile and asked her nicely to come up to his office so they could talk. Taking a deep shaky breath, she followed him meekly, turning to give ‘La Customer Care Lady’ a deadly glare before ascending the stairs. Seated in the Bank Manager’s office, Elaine realized how much it had changed. She’d been to this office several times to see the former manager during past transactions and it had never felt this warm. She figured that the warmth came from some kind of electricity that the new Bank Manager exuded and felt her mouth go dry as she tried to swallow. Her anger and ATM card were temporarily forgotten as she listened to him dish out instructions to his secretary. He was confident, debonair and sexy as all hell! Elaine’s mind raced through her ‘Dirty-thoughts archives’. “A technician has been sent to fix the faulty ATM… your card will be out in no time”, he told her with an apologetic smile which made Elaine feel small. She knew she over-reacted but the thought of Linda bursting into her office to forcefully collect the balance payment for the ‘suspect’ Jimmy Choo shoes she’d sold to her last month irritated Elaine to no end; especially when she knew she didn’t have the balance in full. “I’m sorry for being such a banshee but your lady at customer care needs to learn how to keep her panties on,” Elaine muttered. He laughed at that. His laugh was genuine and booming; like the sound of a man without a care. Elaine found herself smiling at his laughter. This guy is hot beyond hot, she thought as she scanned his wedding finger for a ring. Drat it! He was married. Pity! Fifteen minutes later, Elaine’s ATM card was safely in her hand and the required N5,000, in her purse but her self esteem was sadly on the floor. Hugo, the new Bank Manager had looked through her bank details and found that her balance was in red. She had shyly told him that her clients were yet to pay up and she needed the money as a matter of urgency. Hugo had delved into the pocket of his suit, brought out N5,000 and pushed it towards her without any qualms. “Take it… from me to you. Accept it as some sort of pacifier for our shitty customer care.” She had thrown a tantrum in the banking hall, attracted Hugo’s attention and was now getting a cash gift like some village relative. Elaine wasn’t sure how to react his kindness so she said the first thing that came to her head… “If you weren’t married, I’d soooo totally jump you right now.” Hugo’s smile didn’t waver. “Married men need to be jumped too”he replied. Elaine chuckled and proffered her hand for a handshake. Hugo wrapped his big hands over hers. “I’m serious; I want you to jump me for real. How about you come back here after the close of work and take me out for a drink. We can take the rest up from there.” He wasn’t kidding. Elaine saw it in his eyes. She smiled shyly and agreed to see him after the close of work. She thanked him profusely for the money and hurried out of the office before her nerve failed her. By 8pm, Elaine was back at Hugo’s office. She watched him make several calls and dish out more instructions to his secretary who seemed accustomed to working late. Finally, he was ready to leave. Elaine got up with a smile, intending to ask him where he would like to go for drinks… but Hugo had other plans. He pulled her close and kissed her full on the lips. It only took a moment for Elaine to gather her wits before losing it again in Hugo’s embrace. As with his eyes, his lips were tender and playful; teasing and coaxing a response from her. Elaine gave in to him and threw her hands around his neck, not wanting the moment to stop. Hugo expertly snaked his hand under her blouse, touching her tenderly as his palms cupped her small pert breast. A sigh escaped Elaine’s lips as he tweaked her nipple. She released her lips from his and turned to assault his ears with soft kisses, nibbling his earlobes and flicking her tongue into his ears. She heard him catch his breath and delighted in the knowledge that she had the power to excite him. “I need to lock the door so my secretary doesn’t come in” He sounded breathless as he broke away from her to lock the door. Then he returned to her with a fevered gazed. She had no thoughts, no doubts and no fear as he kissed her again, this time with more passion, grabbing her ass through her short skirt and squeezing it. Elaine’s legs trembled as he leaned to take one perfectly peaked nipple in his mouth. Her moan made him suck on the nipples harder while he fiddled with the buckle of his belt. Deftly, he grabbed her hand and tucked it inside his boxers. She gasped and her eyes flew to his in surprise. She suspected that he would be endowed but had no idea how very much so. Her excitement grew at the thought of having this big boy inside her and she stroked him in delirious excitement. Hugo lifted her effortlessly and placed her on his desk, spreading her legs apart. Elaine bit back a loud moan as his hands found their way into her very moist coochie and slipped two fingers in. He watched her squirm and try to grab the edge of his desk as he finger-fucked her. His gaze never left her face, working his fingers in and out till she grabbed his arms, trying to hold back her cum. He removed his fingers from her core, tore of the foil of a condom, slipped it on and positioned himself in front of her. Lifting her buttocks slightly, he slowly slid into her and smiled as she shuddered and clasped her legs around his waist. Elaine felt a little pain as he impaled the full length of his shaft into her. Her scream was silenced by his eager mouth as he began to thrust in and out. He was gentle, making sure she got accustomed to his rhythm, giving her precise strokes. The table creaked a little as his tempo increase, his muffled groan released in the heat of the moment. Elaine grabbed his buttocks and squeezed it tight as she felt her cum rushing to fore. She tried to hold it back so he could catch up and climax at the same time as she did but instead he lifted her off the table and began to pound into her fiercely; one hand cupping her buttock the other holding her waist. Elaine felt like a small doll in his arms as his shaft bore into her relentlessly. Not minding his secretary outside, Elaine screamed as she came; her body vibrating with the waves of climax. Hugo hugged her tight and allowed her cum till she calmed down. Without detaching his shaft from her vagina, he took her to the wall, placed her back against it, her legs still twined around his waist and started to fuck her hard. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. They clawed at his face, neck and arms; her small breast bouncing with every thrust. His groan was getting louder and she knew he was going to cum soon. She thrust her tongue inside his ears again, licking it and nibbling his lobes. She heard him grunt, squeeze her ass and gave one last thrust before filling up the condom. They both remained in one position, breathing hard. Elaine smiled at him. He smiled back at her. Then they jumped and pulled apart as Hugo’s secretary knocked on the door, their reaction eliciting laughter from them both. Hugo removed the condom, wrapped it in tissue and flushed it down his office toilet. By the time he cleaned up and returned to his office, Elaine was all straightened out, looking oddly innocent. She smiled at him benignly, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “About that drink…. Where would you like me to take you?” “I’d like you to take me to your house and ‘Do Me’ all night…” His smile broadened at her surprised look. “But… my house? What about your wife?” “She’ll be fine. I doubt if she’ll know what I’m up to in Nigeria considering she’s in America.” Perfect, Elaine thought with a smile. THE END!

A FEW MINUTES OF HIS TIME She had to say the words before she lost her nerve. “Can I have a few minutes of your time.” The words were rushed; forced maybe. She held her breath… nervous… waiting… expecting the eventual dismissal. He stared at her through thick, long feminine-looking lashes. His almost permanent scowl still hogging his face with a possessiveness one had to envy. He said nothing. Instead, he slammed the booth of his gleaming SUV shut, turned and walked away from her. She watched him enter the car and drive out of the compound, leaving her standing at the courtyard with a wry smile. Judith had mustered her last shred of dignity to approach him and as usual, he was cold, unyielding and a right asshole. She slowly made her way back into the house. The relationship was over. She had known for quite some time but still she’d held on, hoping and praying that by some strange miracle, he would learn to love her. She realized now that it could never happen. Mike could never love her. Luckily, her things were packed and ready. She was going to leave him. There was to be no goodbyes, no farewell speeches, no reminiscing. The item known as Mike and Judith was dead and buried. Oddly, she wasn’t sad. She’d cried so much during the course of the relationship that it left her emotionally numb. All she felt now was nothingness. She wished she could do something to make him feel the pain he had put her through; the humiliation she felt when he openly chased after other girls in her presence… the degradation she experienced when he brought another girl to the house… the bitterness she endured when he fucked her without emotion and never bothered if she came or not. Judith truly wanted to hurt him but how could she? There really was nothing she could do to scar him emotionally and she didn’t want to go physical on him. With a resigned sigh, she called for a red cab and went into the guest bedroom – which had become her bedroom – to change for her journey out of Mike’s life. The sound of the gates opening brought her out of the room. Thinking her red cab had arrived, she dragged out her luggage into the living room before going to make sure the cab driver was parked up front. As she reached the front door, it was flung open from outside and hit her smack in the face. She reeled in surprise and pain and would have fallen if Phil hadn’t caught her on time. He steadied her with a worried frown as she winced in pain. “I’m so sorry Judith… are you hurt?” She was going to have a bruise on her forehead later but she managed a smile. “I’m fine Phil” “I’m really sorry… I didn’t know you were behind the door.” Phil sounded genuinely concerned. “Its alright,” she said to placate him. He noticed her luggage and gave her a puzzled look. “Travelling somewhere?” “No,” she replied. “I’m leaving Mike… finally.” Her troubled relationship was no secret to Phil. He’d been in the middle of several fights, trying to act as peacemaker. His attempts had always failed and he never bothered to get involve anymore. On several occasions, he had subtly told her to leave Mike but Judith refused and clung on to the relationship tenaciously. “Does he know you’re leaving?” Phil asked her, a curious look on his face. “No he doesn’t. I wanted to tell him but as usual he couldn’t spare a few minutes of his time to hear me out.” Phil tried not to show the pity he felt. He had always been attracted to his brother’s girlfriend and couldn’t understand why she remained in the toxic relationship. He was glad to hear she was finally leaving him. She deserved better, he thought. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out between you and Mike,” Phil said. “I’m sure he’ll realize his loss when you leave.” Judith chuckled mirthlessly. She didn’t want Mike to realize; she wanted to scar him emotionally. “I wish there was something I could do to hurt him… make his heart bleed and break his spirit,” Judith said calmly. Phil considered his next words carefully before saying them. “You could fuck me. That would totally kill him!” ********************************* Mike drove into his courtyard an hour later and was surprised to see a red cab parked inside his premises. On inquiry, he was told that Judith had called for the cab. At the mention of Judith’s name, his frown returned. He didn’t know how else he was going to send her packing, short of telling her to her face. He’d been deliberately cold, mean and downright evil to her; yet she stayed. She was like a leech that stuck to his skin, suffocating him with her niceness and understanding. Indeed, Judith was beautiful… far more beautiful than Zainab was but he loved Zainab. She was a sexual vixen that made his blood boil. Mike’s idea of love was simple; Fuck Me Silly equals Absolute Love. …And he loved Zainab because she fucked him silly. Judith was sexually docile and had stopped exciting Mike in bed. He guessed he was going to have to throw her out if he really wanted her to leave. On entering the house, he found Judith’s luggage by the door. She seemed to have taken the hint at last. He smiled broadly, but his smile quickly transformed into a curious frown. He could hear moans… erotic moans… coming from the guest bedroom. Mike’s curiosity tripled as he tried hard not to make any sound on his way there. He reached for the handle of the door and was surprised to find it unlocked. Opening the door tentatively, Mike peeked in. ********************************* Phil couldn’t understand why his brother treated Judith so badly. Her body was perfect. Her breasts stood full and proud; her waist was slim, she had the perfect well-rounded ass bordered by full hips and her vagina… her sweet vagina…. was the best he had ever had. He had an erection the minute she agreed to his plan. There had been a sudden heat in her eyes as she held his hand and led him into the guest-bedroom. The room smelled like her… the wild, sensual fragrance of Kenzo Safari; her perfume of choice. Phil watched her undress and could feel his dick threatening to poke a hole through his combat trousers. Gloriously naked, Judith walked towards him, her walk sexy as hell, her full breast bouncing slightly and her lovely legs criss-crossing like a runway model. He had to set his dick free before it exploded. As Judith neared him, she saw his dick nod crazily and smiled. She kneeled before him and took him in her mouth, licking off his pre-cum before taking him deep. Phil groaned as she sucked at his dick, stopping occasionally to twirl her tongue around the ‘cap’ and graze on it softly with her teeth before resuming her sucking assault on his veined shaft. Phil almost shot his cum into her throat but pulled out of her mouth just in time and shot it on her neck instead. Still turgid, Phil pulled her to her feet and led her to the bed. She refused to lay down on her back, rather, urging him to do so. He complied and put both hands behind his head as he watched her climb atop him. His dick was so stiff, he felt slight pains on his lower pelvis. He let out a loud groan as Judith settled herself on him; the pubic hair on her labia grazed his tender ‘cap’ as his dick struggled to enter her. She was tight and wet all at once and Phil had to will himself from cumming so soon. ******************************** Mike watched in paralyzed shock as Judith rode his brother like a demon-possessed vixen, her waist moving in ‘durty-whine’ mode. Phil thrust into her from underneath, making Judith scream out in pleasure. Mike stood there, mouth agape and watched his brother’s dick thrust in and out of his girlfriend; everything within him shattering into a million pieces. He watched Phil change their position with the swiftness of a pro…. pinning Judith underneath him with both hands on her waist, while he thrust into her furiously. Mike couldn’t believe that this screaming vixen that was taking the full length of his brother’s shaft was the same Judith he’d dated for three years and found sexually boring. She never fucked him like this. She never screamed this way when he fucked her. She never sucked his nipples or squeezed it when he neared climax. He didn’t think he had ever seen her climax. ********************************* Judith was about to cum when she saw Mike gawking at them. His eyes met hers. She didn’t alert Phil because she knew he was at his brink and to hurt their lone audience, she matched Phil thrust for thrust, jacking up her hips and receiving all of Phil’s dick-goodness inside her. He was far more endowed than his brother and though he was a little less skilled, Judith loved the way he fucked her. She heard him grunt and knew he was shooting his seed into her. She grabbed his ass and squeezed it as she ground her pussy into the base of his dick, making sure her clit was making the appropriate friction while he gave her his final few thrusts. She moaned aloud as she climaxed, amazed that Phil didn’t stop thrusting despite the fact that he had already cum. Phil collapsed on her, breathing heavily and Judith turned to see if their audience had enjoyed the finale of their act. He was gone. ********************************* Mike was seated on the sofa, staring pensively ahead as Judith emerged from the bedroom, dressed and ready to leave. He turned to her, his hatred evident in his eyes. She wasn’t bothered; she was leaving him anyways. Without a word, she picked up her luggage and headed for the door. Phil had also emerged from the bedroom and stood rooted to the spot at the sight of his older brother. He looked flabbergasted. Judith had to stifle her laughter as she opened the front door. “Judith, I hate you! I never want to see you ever again…. shameless slut,” Mike spat out at her. Judith turned to him and smiled. She saw the hurt in his eyes… the slow death of his pride… the pain he felt. Her payback was complete and she had Phil to thank. Mike never gave her a few minutes of his time to talk or or be nice to her but he had given her a few minutes of his time to put up a sexual performance that was sure to hurt him for a long time. “Yeah well, I don’t hate you. I just feel nothing for you…” She told him with a nonchalant shrug. She disappeared through the door, feeling strangely free and liberated as she tucked her luggage into the booth of the red cab and smiled as it drove out of the compound. Inside the house, Mike stared at Phil; his hurt at Phil’s betrayal evident. Phil gave Mike an apologetic look. No words were spoken. THE END!

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BREAKFAST WITH NIFEMI The original intention was to borrow ground pepper from Nifemi. My headache was epic and I needed to make my noodles hot and spicy enough to wake the dead. Standing impatiently outside his flat, I knocked for the umpteenth time wondering if my neighbor was alive. I’d caught a glimpse of him in his living room 3 hours earlier when I tumbled from my car and staggered into my apartment. He seemed to be watching T.V. I chuckled drunkenly as I remembered how Chibuzo, my other neighbor, had tagged Nifemi “The official chairperson of ForeverAlone Group”. Rumor had it that he was gay but I never believed it. Nifemi might not have a girlfriend but I was certain it wasn’t because he was attracted to men. True, Nifemi was gentlemanly, sweet, courteous and an amazing cook… and yeah, it did freak me out that he loved white-wine and abhorred beer but still, I felt it in my bones that he was straight. Straighter than Chibuzo, if one really gave it serious thought. I sighed in frustration. Chibuzo had packaged himself to Church and the aboki down the street sold ground clay as pepper. I needed pepper so bad and didn’t know where else to go short of heading to the market. I didn’t see myself making that journey so I turned and was headed back to my apartment when Nifemi opened the door. He was dressed in a silk night robe, looking like he stumbled out of bed sleepily. With a grateful sigh, I turned and made my way back towards him. “Niffy, abeg no vex say I disturb you… abeg you get ground pepper? I wan make noodles” He said nothing. Just stared at me as if trying to comprehend what I said or why I was standing in front of him. “Nifemi!!! Did you sleepwalk out of bed?” He chuckled and beckoned me in. I’d been inside his house a couple of times but the neatness always, always amazed me. Not a speck of dust in place. His living room looked like a Home-Deco prototype; beautiful, tasteful furniture, futuristic electrical appliances and the homely smell of strategically placed pot-pourri. His kitchen, on the other hand, was a cook’s haven. It was huge, with 2 electric stoves, oven, microwave oven, pop-up toaster, high-tech refrigerator and freezers in steel colors… Nifemi’s kitchen would make a woman deliriously happy. I didn’t know where he kept his spices so I stood aside politely while he shuffled sleepily towards a chrome shelf and brought out 2 huge jars of pepper. “One is normal ground pepper but considering you have a hangover, you should use this one…” he croaked out. “What kind of pepper is this one?” I asked as I eyed the second jar suspiciously. “Its Cameroon pepper… its super, duper hot,” he said with croaky flourish. I briefly pondered his use of the word ‘Super, Duper’ before pushing it forcefully away from my mind and picked up the jar. I stared at the Cameroon pepper… Nifemi stared at me. It was kinda like a weird food-chain. I stare at the pepper with the intention to consume; Nifemi stared at me with the intention to… “I think I’ll use the Cameroon pepper since you say its super, duper hot.” I could resist using his own words. “Tell you what… Let me make you my secret noodle soup, guaranteed to rid you of your hangover and any horrid headache.” Horrid headache? What straight man uses the word “HORRID”, I thought in amusement. I agreed and left Nifemi to potter around in his Home-Deco kitchen while I went back to my apartment to shower and brush my teeth. I was gonna get free hangover remedy cum breakfast; the least I could do was clean up so as not to choke him with the fumes wafting from my sweaty pits and other body crevices or worst of all, my dragon breath. Eeeow! I was on my way out of my apartment when my phone rang. It was Imoh calling. Imoh was my ex-boyfriend slash total asswipe! I didn’t bother to pick his call. I returned to Nifemi’s house and was surprised to see the dining table set. Sitting in a bowl at the center of the table was the perfect looking noodle soup. It was steaming and the smell was heavenly. Without waiting for my host, I served myself a huge helping and tucked in right away. A record 10 minutes later, I was done with the noodle soup, sweating profusely and blowing my nose into a paper towel. Nifemi emerged, looking fresh and clean in a white T-shirt and boxers. Apparently, he had also showered. He looked at the empty noodle bowl in surprise and I had the grace to blush in embarrassment. He waved aside my apology with a heartfelt laugh. Still mortified at my greed, I decided to stay and make small talk while he made his simple breakfast of toast, scrambled eggs and bacon. As he ate, we talked about politics, movies, music and other mundane issues. Our discussions were interrupted severally by Imoh’s calls, which I still refused to pick. “Why are you ignoring that call?” he eventually asked. “Its my ex. I know what he wants and I’m not interested in obliging him,” I told him drily. He smiled. His smile made him beautiful. He and I have been neighbors for a year and half. I’d never really regarded him in a sexual manner, probably because of the gay rumor that kept swirling round him. Now, leaning back on his dining table chair with a full stomach, I looked at him. Really looked at him. Nifemi was six foot plus, well built, with muscles in the right places; and he was handsome in a feminine sort of way. He looked like a female amateur muscle-builder. He caught me staring at him and raised an eyebrow. “Niffy, don’t be upset but I need to ask you something… Are you gay?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he smiled brightly and took a sip from his mug. I regretted my audacity almost immediately. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have asked that… it was rude of me,” I blurted out contritely. “Yeah, you shouldn’t have asked ‘cause its none of your business,” he replied, though his smile was still in place. An uncomfortable silence fell between us. Luckily, my phone chose that moment to ring again. This time I answered it, signaling Nifemi to spare me a minute to take the call. I listened to Imoh reel out long excuses and explanations while Nifemi sipped his coffee and stared at me. His look was unnerving so I got up and walked into his den. Imoh and I had started arguing and I was getting really worked up when I felt a hand on my shoulder. The hand massaged my shoulders as if to ease my anger. I threw Nifemi a grateful sigh over my shoulder as I continued my phone conversation. “Imoh, its too early to argue,” I whined as my shoulder massage continued. Suddenly, hands were replaced by lips. I felt a rush of blood to my head that made me woozy. Nifemi’s lips trailed my collar bone to my neck, planting tender kisses. My breathing became labored and I heard myself stammer. “I — I’m not interested… in — in any yéyé reconciliation talk Imoh.” I clung onto the phone tenaciously, listening to Imoh talk while my senses awakened to soft kisses. Nifemi led me to the sofa and slowly push me down. I sat in a daze, staring at him and listening to the voice on the phone. I was mesmerized as Nifemi got on his knees before me and part my thighs. His eyes never left mine as he pushed my dress up, exposing my fair, smooth laps. I gasped in anticipation as he pulled me closer in an unexpected jerk. I wasn’t wearing panties… I never wore panties except at that time of the month. “There’s nothing wrong with me Imoh! This is how I talk when people bore me with lies…” Nifemi smiled at my statement but his hand had snaked between my thighs, caressing my southern lips. Another gasp escaped me as I felt the familiar heat rise. His eyes flickered down to watch his fingers as they explored my moist core before gazing up at my face again, watching my expression. His eyes had darkened and all coherent thought flew from my head. My breathing became shallow and a moan escaped me as he bent his head to taste me. Imoh’s voice over the phone rang out clearly… “Why are you moaning? You sound like you’re moaning! What are you doing? Vuoke? Vuoke???” I felt the phone slip out of my hand as Nifemi’s tongue licked my throbbing clit with a tenderness that made my legs shake. He sucked on the clit delicately and I moaned aloud and grabbed his head. As if to punish me for asking if he were gay, Nifemi refused to let go of my pussy. He licked and sucked and thrust his tongue in and out of my wet hole till I screamed aloud as I felt the waves of orgasm crash around me. “Oh… oh…. Niffy I’m cumming…. I’m cumming… Oh…..” “Ehn? Vuoke? Who is fucking you there? My God! Do you realize I’m still on the line? God punish you and that idiot. I’m talking to you and you’re fucking…” Imoh’s voice had heightened to an enraged bleat. Imoh’s voice seemed distant as Nifemi lifted his head from my pussy. His lips glistened with my juice. He leaned to kiss me deeply and I tasted myself. Nifemi’s kiss almost made me cum again. I had never been kissed so deeply and passionately by any man. I felt him fiddling with boxers as he continued kissing me and my anticipation increased. I wanted him to fuck me so bad that I impatiently reached for his dick. My eyes flew open in shock. My hand was holding the most immense cock ever. It was long, fat and throbbing like an enraged anaconda. Panic replaced excitement. “Holy damn! This is too big… it wont go in…” I exclaimed. “Sshhh…. relax Vuoke… Relax. I’ll be gentle, I promise you,” he said calmly. “May that big prick be the death of you! Thunder fire your toto, useless ashawo!” Imoh’s voice boomed before he dropped the line angrily. Imoh’s anger was the least of my problems. I was more worried that I was going to be incredibly bruised as I watched him bend again to eat my pussy. My fear slowly dissipated and was replaced by a need so strong, I forgot he was literally a stallion. He lapped my juices hungrily and sucked at my clit till I was so wet, I dripped on the sofa. Nifemi pushed me gently till I lay on my back. He positioned himself on top of me and gently guided his dick into my pussy. I screamed and arced my back as he push half the length of his dick in. The feel of his enormous dick inside me was unbelievable. With a tenderness I wasn’t used to, he started thrusting in and out of me slowly, making sure not to shove his full length into my core. I wanted to kiss him badly so I lifted myself up, using his neck as a brace. He didn’t stop thrusting as he kissed me deeply and shoved several throw pillows behind me to serve as a buffer. He fucked me nice and slow, my pussy getting accustomed to his size after every few thrusts. Nifemi was a talker. He fucked and talked; whispering dirty words into my ears, exhilarating me to heights never before reached. I left little bites on his shoulder, his neck his chest. I heard his groan get louder and gruffer and knew he was going to cum soon. I braced myself for the fast thrusts but they didn’t come. he maintained his slow and steady tempo but his breath was labored. “I’m gonna cum in a minute…. should I cum inside you? ehn?” He didn’t wait for my response. His lips fastened over my right breast and I felt his butt clench as he feasted on my nipple. My orgasm rushed to fore. I jerked my hips back and forth with an urgency he understood instinctively as he matched my jerking movement with rapid thrusts. We both groaned aloud as he filled me with warm cum. It took us several minutes to catch our breath. Nifemi was lying on his plush rug; his eyes were closed and he was breathing calmly. I was still lying on the sofa and turned to stare at him curiously, wondering why his house wasn’t swarming with eager chicks who would gladly kill for his mammoth penis and sexual prowess. His lips lifted in a smile but his eyes were still closed. “To answer your question… NO, I’m NOT gay. I don’t have a girlfriend because the last girl I dated hurt me really bad and I vowed to stay away from girl wahala for two years.” I was quite surprised at his response. “I know people think I’m gay because no one has seen me with a chick but that’s their headache.” “I don’t think it’s only because you don’t have a girlfriend. You’re so neat and kinda finicky… and you wear really bright colors for a man,” I told him in matter-of-fact manner. “Have you heard of the word METRO-SEXUAL?” I smiled at him but said nothing. He smiled back and beckoned me over. I rolled off the sofa and crawl on all fours towards him. He pulled me down beside him and kissed me on the lips, his hand moving to cup my breast. “This doesn’t mean we’re dating o; shey you know…?” I said playfully. “I know…. we’re just fucking. And if we happen to fuck several times in the future, we’ll be good right?” he said with a sly smile. “Right!” He smiled and kissed me deeply again. THE END!

REBIRTH “Sex is boring…end of!” With that proclamation, Keka finished off the last pizza, daring anyone on the table to utter a word of condemnation for her mega appetite. This was the usual Friday evening gathering of friends, consisting of three boys and four girls; all childhood friends with nothing but loving memories of growing up, sharing relationship highs and lows and the occasional money rifts. The conversation on the table had shifted rapidly from football to home videos to American movies to mojo… it settled on mojo and surprisingly, refused to budge. Her motley crew were discussing the frills and thrills of sex and like the killjoy she was, Keka and her disdain were an unpleasant twosome in the convo. The gasp of outrage from her friends were audible even from the next table. To them, Keka had just committed sacrilege with her mouth and the gods of coitus was sure to strike her “Orege Junction” numb. “You always say this and I think its because you’re lousy in bed” —– John! “She was disvirgined by one kole-kole with tiny penis, so the thought of a real dick puts her off sex” —– Fegha! “You can’t enjoy sex Keka… I heard from your last boyfriend that you are frigid” —– Pius! Keka wasn’t mad at the comments. On the contrary, she laughed out loud. The three guys in question had slept with the other girls in their gang, interchanging them like badly connected wires. Sadly, they never got anywhere near her thighs. She loved them like brothers but she wasn’t prepared to have them grope her and turn their experience into beer-parlor gist. Besides, Pius did have a point. Her last boyfriend had complained that she was frigid…. he was one to talk; with his penis that was shaped like the letter C! She shrugged nonchalantly and chugged down her beer as the sex talk continued, no thanks to Florence and her hot crotch! The babe was forever randy and the only time she wouldn’t need a penis was if she fell into a coma. That is not to say Susan and Evelyn were any better. As a matter of fact, all of Keka’s crew were in the randy-league, except for her. She shagged, if there was an available, willing penis with a nice body to go with it, but most times she masturbated. The last guy she had shagged, didn’t return for an encore because of her lack-luster performance. She knew how to please herself and could give herself multiple orgasms… (a feat no man had achieved with her) …if she so pleased. She was quite fine, all by herself. Keka was the proudly single, sensually-challenged ‘sisteh’ with a Wank-Medallion! Several booze-filled arguments later, the crew found themselves in a huge living room. Keka vaguely remembered Simone, one of Fegha’s friends, inviting them to his home for drinks. The crew had eagerly poured themselves into Pius’ jalopy and sang “Tombo-Tunes” drunkenly till they got to their destination. Keka remembered the boys whistling at the sight of the house and noticed that Florence had latched on to Simone with the tenacity of a leech. She was sure, Florence would give them a peep show tonight and she, Keka, was going to wank every step of the way during Florence’s surefire performance. You see, Florence had zero inhibition. You could fuck her in a crowded market place and she would still climax without a care. The night was going well, the booze was flowing, Simone was being a good host and the discussion was on Jim Iyke’s music career (Bwahahahahahaaaaa.) Suddenly she felt the urge. Keka had drank to a state of fucklivion. It was kinda like her personal misnomer for “Fuck me Till Oblivion”. Keka rarely got to that stage except she took weed. Alas, she was weedless yet craving an orgasm like a drug user. She signaled their host and asked to be shown a room for her to “sort out some things.” “Don’t mind her o… she wants to go and wank…” —– Florence! “Wankatron! Wankatron!! Wankatron!!!” —– John! “Hahahahaaaa…. Keka is in the fucklivion state…” —– Susan! “Keka, should I borrow you my dildo? It’s in my bag o” —- Evelyn! (Eeeooow) “Keka, shey I should follow you? I can cure your konji” —– Pius! INANE DRUNKEN LAUGHTER —– Everybody! Keka ignored the verbal jabs and followed Simone to the nearest room. As she entered, she smiled her thanks and shoved him out of the room, locking the door and rushing to the bed. Her fingers shook in anticipation as her hand reached for her core. She was wet… wetter than usual. She knew that a few measure strokes on her clit would send her to climax-ville and she needed that release so badly. Keka stroked herself fast, her fingers hitting her clit, her other hand squeezing her breast and her legs opened wide for maximum exploration. She moaned as she hit her climax, refusing to stop her furious fingers from rubbing her clit till she felt her hands shake as release coursed through her. Laying on the bed, spent and trying to gather her wits, she noticed she wasn’t alone. Simone was towering above her, his visible trouser bulge blurring his face for a nanosecond. “The adjoining bathroom leads to another room and that door wasn’t locked.” —– Simone’s explanation. Keka got up, unashamed that this stranger had seen her pleasure herself. She smiled at him mischievously and headed for the door without a word. He didn’t try to stop her. When she got back to the living room, she understood why. Before her very eyes, an mini orgy was taking place. Fegha was slurping away merrily on Susan’s privates, his dick moving in and out of Florence’s pussy… John’s dick was buried in Florence’s throat… Pius was in the process of impaling Evelyn, doggy-style while she sucked on Susan’s nipples hungrily. Keka stood there watching. She had seen them fuck before; had cheered them on and even taken notes on one occasion but tonight, the sight was surreal. She wanted to toss her inhibition and mock bravado aside and get mindlessly fucked. She wanted to experience the joys of coitus and scream aloud in ecstasy the way Florence did whenever she rode a dick. Then she remembered Simone and his bulge. No point in wasting a perfectly good erection, neh… Keka was back in the room looking for Simone… she heard water running and went into the adjoining bathroom in her harried search. Standing in the bathtub, holding the hand-held shower, gloriously naked, Simone was aiming his urine at the tub-drain with the precision of a mad mathematician. Keka wasted no time at all. She shed her clothes and joined him, smiling broadly at his brief confusion. “There’s an orgy going on in there” —– Keka “I don’t like orgies…” —– Simone “I don’t like sex but hey…” —– Keka “You don’t like sex because no one has lit that fire burning deep within you. When someone hits it, you’ll become a nympho.” —– Simone “You wanna try to hit it?” —– Keka Simone turned on the shower, making sure it was at the right tepid temperature. He unscrewed the showerhead and asked Keka to lay in the tub and spread her legs. Simone aimed the gushing water at Keka’s pussy, making sure the rushing force hit her clit. Keka clenched at the sensation. He moved the headless shower up and down slowly, the water hitting its mark so precisely that Keka screamed as her orgasm peaked unexpectedly. She clutched the sides of the bathtub for support while the gushing water beat at her clit till it throbbed out of control. Next, while she was trying to recover, Simone plugged the tub drain shut and ran water in the tub allowing it to fill as he leaned to take Keka’s nipple in his mouth. As the water filled the tub slowly, covering her body, he sucked on her nipples, taking them in turns; his tongue and teeth getting more urgent as they licked and grazed till the nipples stood in little peaks, sensitive and aching. With the tub almost full, Simone positioned Keka on all fours, her full rounded ass still in the water. He rubbed his dick on the lips of her pussy, allowing the dickhead touch her already sensitive clit. Her slight moan turned into a scream of satisfaction as his dick bulldozed their way into her. His thrusts were slow and steady as he fucked her and watched the water ripple with his every thrust. Her ass bounced a little at every impact, sending up a little splash of water which fascinated him the more. She felt her knees slipping as his thrusts became more furious and the pace increased. She clutched at the bathtub desperately while he fucked her from behind, sending deep thrusts into her that made her scream out loud. Then suddenly he pulled out… Just when she was about to peak. She turned to him incredulously, wondering why he stopped and saw little dribbles of cum oozing from dick. Her mouth itched to taste him but she didn’t. He got out of the tub gently urging her out and led her to the bed. He lay down and pulled her on top of him turning her in the 69position. Keka’s mouth greedily fastened on his dick, sucking and licking his initial dribble. She took him in her mouth and attempted to deep-throat him and felt two fingers enter her pussy while his tongue licked her clit. She clenched her pussy muscles as he finger fucked her and sucked at her clit. Her concentration was lost. She used her hand to stroke, moaning loudly as she climaxed the third time that night. Simone tasted her slimy, salty essence and licked at it eagerly. Shaking tiredly, he pulled her to lay beside him, allowing her catch her breath, . He positioned her on her side and spooned her lovingly; poking her soft round ass with his madly, throbbing dick. Lifting her leg slightly, he entered her from behind, clamped both legs together to give her pussy a certain tight feel and fucked her like a mad-man. Keka arched, pushing her ass back as she took the brunt of his thrusts. He groaned a little and increased his pace, fucking her so deep that her scream rent the air. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming… I’m cumming…. fuuuuuck!!!” —– Keka “Argghhhh…. Argggghhhhhhhhh…. Oh fuck this pussy mehn… shit, shit, shit!!!!” —– Simone In one final thrust, Simone buried himself deep within Keka and shot loads of cum into her. Keka smiled to herself as she relived the session with Simone. That was a few hours ago. Now, the house had fallen silent, the skin against skin slapping noises from her crew had died down…Simone was sleeping soundly. She turned to look at him, sleeping peacefully and wondered why he didn’t snore. Keka could snore proudly for Africa and had a ready excuse for that little flaw… sinus issues. Simone had awakened her to the joys of a penis… She doubts if she would ever stop wanking but for now, she loved penis just fine. Her hand reached down to touch Simone’s dick and as if on cue, it bounced happily to life… yet its owner was dead to the world. “Oh-well…” —– Keka’s thought as she straddled him and sank on his turgid dick. THE END

Damn!!! I luv dis

Dnt forget. Dami return in december Α̲̅♍ still lookin forward to it

9CE ONE.....FUCKING GOOD