LEGEND OF THE bleepers PART 1
(Completed)
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s*x AND TEENAGERS
Children’s day was celebrated this week.
I did my morning routine as usual; dressing
up for work and wondering why the federal
government didn’t declare the day a public
holiday. It would have saved me the stress of
going to work today, and would have made
my girl stay back and not rush off back to
school. She had come to spend the weekend
with me, like she does most times. She had
to go back to school for Monday morning
lectures, and I will be alone again until
another two weeks or so.
I rushed through the morning headlines with
my phone, and read about the first lady’s
speech about ending teenage pregnancy and
educating the girl child.
The headline struck me and I had to read the
full speech. It was a nice speech, articulate
and full of bright ideas and solutions. It
addressed the problems of the girl-child;
kicking against teenage pregnancy. The
article tried to discourage teenage s*x,
highlighting the dangers therein.
But I noticed something was amidst; either
ignorantly or knowingly – the teenage girl
was painted as being venerable, naïve and
pliable. I believe the article seek to address
girls within the age limit of thirteen to
nineteen; these are the teenage girls, most of
which are still at senior secondary schools,
while some are either trying to gain
admission into the higher institutes or are
freshers at higher institutes.
Reading the article that morning, I began to
see areas where the article erred and where it
needed amendment.
Either the media and publicity crew of the
first lady were myopic, or they were trying so
hard to pass out a wrong message. They
made the teenage girl look innocent and
naïve; like they were victims of a harsh
machismo. The truth, as it was not
represented on that speech was that most of
these teenage girls are eager to experiment
with s*x. They are far more exposed than we
would want to agree. Some of them have
engaged in so much s*x-capades that the
experience they’ve garnered from such
adventures will make a full-grown adult
blush.
As I read through her speech that morning, I
recalled my experience with a teenager; not
just one teenager, but two.
The crazy things we do! I thought to myself.
There are stuffs I wasn’t proud of, there are
those I would love to erase totally. Inasmuch
as I felt it was wrong, it was one of the most
memorable s*x-capade I’ve had.
Not-too-long Ago. . .
I came across a lot of teenagers during my
service year. I was doing a part time with an
all Girl’s secondary school, and I was
teaching their senior students Further Maths
and Technical Drawing. I saw it as normal
when the girls became close to me. The
principal had earlier explained to me that the
school had found it difficult to get a F/maths
teacher ever since the last corper finished his
service year. The students were very willing
to learn, and soon, I developed a cordial
relationship with them. I ensured I maintained
the relationship at a cordial level, but it
seems it was an impossible deal. Staying
alone at the science lab where I used as my
office, the students gather around me using
one pretense or the other; mostly for me to
help solve one problem or the other for them
in relation to their studies. When the cordial
relationship I had with them started
becoming an object of controversy as most
of them skipped classes just to stay with me
at the lab, I started removing myself from
them. I relocated my office to the staff room
and came to the lab only when it was time for
my classes.
But I had already built a strong rapport with
the head girl; Omore. She was almost the
prettiest in the school; and she was the
principal’s daughter; and the head-girl of the
school.
I have a weakness for smart and intelligent
girls, this was how I became endeared to
Omore. She asked intelligent questions, she
hardly misuses her time. She’s always
bringing one case or problem for me to help
her solve, either in mathematics, physics,
chemistry, f/maths and other sciences;
except Biology of course, which was my
worst subject.
Even while I relocated to the staff room,
Omore didn’t decline in coming to my corner,
with calculator, textbooks and jotter. Of
course the teachers spied on us, but soon
lost interest as it was crystal clear that we
were solving problems.
When the teacher, whose desk and corner I
was occupying temporarily at the staff room
returned from her maternity leave, it was
imminent that I had to return to the lab.
Returning to the lab made the students to
start coming closer to me once more, but this
time around, I was stricter.
I told some of them off and told them to
come only on break time. But it was almost
impossible to stay away from Omore. After I
had returned to the lab, we started staying
together more often.
Other students wondered why I don’t tell her
off the way I used to do to them, and soon, it
was concluded that I was her boyfriend, and
they let us be; all of them but one; Sandra
Ekhana!
Sandra was an arts students so she normally
doesn’t have a reason to be at the lab. I took
notice of her during the march-pass
rehearsals for the October 1st independence
day march-pass. We, the corpers at the
school were given the mandate to train the
school’s marching team and prep them for
the upcoming event. So we did our rehearsals
during break time. She was the head of the
marching team, and was good at it; so I
made her the commander.
Sandra looked a bit older than her mates.
She had well-advanced features; full
bossoms, round hips, big thighs that you can
almost see her stretch marks at a glance.
She was very direct in speech and acts a lot
matured. I noticed something about her too;
she was sexually active; very active!
It wasn’t rocket science. After few days of
being familiar at the marching ground, we
became a bit closer. She started coming to
the lab once in a while; and most times,
would demand that I buy things for her for
the break.
Omore noticed the new enemy encroaching
into her territory and decided to protect her
territory from the alien intruder. One
afternoon, she told me some things about
Sandra; things I didn’t find hard to believe;
things I had noticed earlier.
“Sandra is a sl.ut.” she told me one
afternoon.
I pretended to be surprised at this. I knew
Sandra was sexually active, but didn’t believe
she was a s*x-freak; I believed Omore was
just exaggerating issues.
“She sleeps with guys in town. I even heard
that those mallams beside the mosque sleeps
with her.” She said. It was obvious she was
trying hard to paint Sandra in a bad light. In
her innocent mind, exposing those flirtatious
attitudes of her rival will make me abhor her;
she was wrong.
Her expository remarks of Sandra made me
more keen to get a piece of action.
“I also heard she sleeps with two guys at the
same time, and uses her mouth on them. . .”
she said, blushing at the comments she just
made.
She couldn’t garner the courage to use the
word “blow-j.o.b”.
Her comments about Sandra did not
discourage me from her, rather, it made me
excited whenever I saw Sandra; that was how
my evil mind started making fantasies;
wondering how it will be to get a piece of her
ar’se.
My emotions must have betrayed me one of
such days as I sat talking with Sandra. I was
so lost in my fantasies, staring blankly on her
bossoms, wondering how it will be when
those uniforms are let loose; I could almost
see the hard Tips thru the clothes like my
eyes were fitted with x-rays.
She noticed what was happening. It was easy
for her as my dckkk was already pushing
hard on my jean trousers. When, all of a
sudden I got a hold of myself, I saw her
staring down on the thick bulge in-between
my legs. I used the text book to cover the
bulge, out of reflex and she laughed. I was
embarrassed, but didn’t try to cover my
shame. I gradually removed the text book as
she rested her eyes once more on the bulge
on my trousers, using one hand to cover her
mouth in mockery, like she was about
screaming.
“Woww!!!” she exclaimed.
“What?” I asked smiling.
“It looks huge!” she said, then started
laughing.
“Uncle we have furthermaths!!” The ss1 class
captain called from the window. I didn’t know
it was time for end of break. Ss1 students
were not allowed into the lab, so I taught
them in their class. I told the captain I was
coming and she left.
I needed to arrange my dkk before it
embarrasses me further.
“Oya! Bad girl! Go back to your class!” I said
to Sandra as she continued her laughter.
“You need to poor cold water on it!” she
teased me. I reached for my cain and she ran
to her classroom. . .
When Sandra volunteered to come to my
house during the weekend, I agreed.
I didn’t give it a second thought. I had been
battling with myself all week after the
episode at the lab. Seems my mind was split
into two; each opposing the other on the idea
of inviting her over. I kept arguing with
myself over the week, trying hard to resist the
temptation of inviting her over. Deep down in
me, I felt it was wrong, although my spirit
was willing, the flesh was weak; so weak that
I feared what I might not stand the
temptation. I was right, I couldn’t stand it.
I made a solemn declaration; that I wasn’t
going to invite her to my house. I insisted to
myself that I was going to stand firm to my
decision.
Then she asked, and I said she can come!
Damn me! I thought to myself.
Not your fault, she invited herself, you didn’t.-
said the loud voice in my head.
I had to agree with it.
I asked how she was going to make it, since
she lived with her parents. She said her
cousin schools at the polytechnic, and that
she usually spends some days or weekend
with her.
The night she was supposed to come, I was
not around. I had gone on an impromptu
outing with my neighbor and her friends. She
had invited me to her birthday which I
missed; and to make up for it, I proposed to
take her out together with her friends that
same evening. So when Sandra called, I was
at the joint. I managed to pick the call and
told her I wasn’t around.
The next week at school, she told me how
disappointed she was. She said she had
already perfected her lies and plans and it
worked, only for me not to be around.
I didn’t border explaining stuffs for her. I had
a bitter experience with my neighbor and her
roommate that weekend. I slept with their
friend after the outing with them that night,
and they wanted to tear the girl apart. It
caused a scene and I tried to handle the
matter maturely.
After the incidence, I started losing interest in
Sandra. She must have noticed it as she
stopped coming to me often. I started telling
her off and resumed spending quality time
with Omore. Finally, the weaker part of me
was winning the war; the spirit is becoming
stronger than the flesh: Allelujah!!!
Omore knew I was recently close to Sandra.
She asked why I was detesting her all of a
sudden and I told her I wasn’t detesting
Sandra. She looked at me like she doesn’t
believe what I told her.
“Its normal for guys to detest girls after
sleeping with them.” She said. Her comment
caught me off-guard. She actually thought I
slept with Sandra and as had dumped her.
“My mum told me that anytime a guy sleeps
with you, he takes back his missing rib from
you and will have no need for you again.”
She said to me, this time around, I was
dumbfounded. I wanted to deny sleeping with
Sandra but I couldn’t. I opened my mouth,
but nothing came out.
“Why do guys act like that?” she asked.
I blinked twice in quick succession like
something just fell into my eyes. She was
really sure I had slept with Sandra.
“Who told you I slept with Sandra?” I finally
managed to ask her.
“It’s the gist in the network.” She said to me.
By network, she meant the cycle of gossips
going around the school. If I and Sandra had
made the morning gossip network of the Girls
secondary school, there was no way I was
going to prove I didn’t do it. They believed in
their gossips so much. But I managed to
deny the accusation, not that I expected her
to believe me, but for the record.
“I didn’t sleep with Sandra.” I told her. “And
what your mum told you about guys is just
another way of discouraging you from guys
and s*x.” I concluded.
“But she is right, look at you and Sandra
now. . .”
Oh boy! This was a lost cause! I gave up.
“I will never let any boy treat me like that, I
will keep myself to my husband and to my
husband alone.” She proclaimed.
“You’re a virgin?” I blurted out. It was a
stupid question to ask, after seeing all the
signs.
“yes, of course. And I’m keeping myself to
my future husband!” she proclaimed, with
shoulders high, and a satisfactory smile.
Then I said something stupid, more stupid
than the previous question.
“Virginity is not dignity, dignity of a woman is
in her heart, and not in-between her legs.” I
said rudely to her. I was angry, angered by
the way she was trying to slant other non-
virgins, I wanted to burst her bubble. I should
have let her carry on her shoulders high, I
should have let her believe in what she
believed in. She looked at me like she
couldn’t believe her ears; like all she believed
to be true had just been proven false by me.
“d..don’t you w.waant to.. to… to marry a
ve..vee…virgin?” she stuttered as she asked.
“For what?” I shrugged my shoulders.
“I have better things to do on my honeymoon
than nurse a wound from a virgin. I intend to
enjoy my honeymoon, not nurse a wound
from a virgin who had become sore.”I said
and walked away from the lab, leaving her
staring blankly on the desk.
When she met me the following day, she
looked sober. After minutes of light talks, I
asked what was bordering her. She chewed
her pen for some minutes before opening up
to me.
“I want to lose my virginity. . .”
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UNDERNEATH THE HIJAB PART 1 . I’m a big fan of women that are taboo. They represent a conquest, a challenge, an accomplishment that you can secretly smile to yourself about. There’s something exciting about pretty girls who wear (long) hijabs. They give you only a glimpse of their beauty leaving your mind to wonder what lies beneath the surface. Sometimes beneath the luster of the silky fabric, you can see the outline of enormous breasts. That drives me over the edge and I start to fantasize about what it would be like to experience them in bed. The first girlfriend I had during my undergraduate days was one of them. Nobody thought I would succeed with her. Her name was Zainab and she was a devout muslim. I mean she didn’t shake hands with boys, she never showed her hair and she never missed her fasting and prayers. We took some classes together and occasionally, we worked on some assignments together. I was friends with her for two years before I actually let her know how I felt about her. She was one person I thought I would be last with all the way to the end. She had grown comfortable with me and we had become inseparable on campus. We never had any time alone together because we both lived with our parents at the time. However I had an office as a student since I worked part time. One Saturday, we found ourselves in the office. Alone. Together. For the first time. It was like being 13 again. I knew she had never been with a man before or even had a boyfriend. She had never been kissed or touched or held before. Completely innocent. We were sitting in the office working on a programming assignment together. When we were done, we starting talking about her innocence and why she had chosen to live the way she did. Before long I was able to convince her that she wouldn’t burst into flames if I held her hand. It took some patience on my part but eventually she became comfortable holding me. My hands moved to her thighs and with some resistance, she starting asking what I was doing. I told her to relax and I reassured her that I would be gentle. I caressed her thighs gently, running my hands over the tights she had beneath her outer garment. She felt so good and considering that it was my first time with her, I reveled in the moment. I could tell that she enjoyed it even though she kept telling me to stop. As I loosened up her garment, I caught my first glimpse of what her breasts looked like. They were big but not huge. A small D I think. My hands wandered from her thighs to cup them but she was having none of it. She covered them across with her left hand still asking what I was doing. And once again I had to reassure her that if she didn’t like it after I started, I would stop instantly. She resisted but eventually I had my palm on her top, gently caressing one of her breasts. It was an amazing feel. “Who’s teaching you all this?”, she asked as I leaned in to kiss the little cleavage she had exposed. I could sense that her words were slurred because of what she was experiencing. My hands wandered through the open part of her low cut top to feel her actual Bosom. Skin- to-skin. I enjoyed playing “find the Tip” with her Bosom as I searched frantically for what seemed like forever inside her bra. I raised her top eventually, enough to access her bra. And without taking it off completely, I had both breasts out. They were much lighter in complexion than her face and the sight of them was entrancing. Soon I was gently suckling them and I could feel her hands on my hair, caressing my head as I sucked, licked and kissed her Tips. I tried in vain to stuff as much of her breasts as I could into my mouth but they were too big. “Where did you learn this?”, she asked again. “You’re a bad boy.” This time, she had no resistance left. I took my time to explore her breasts with my fingers and my tongue. They kept me busy for ages and as my erection grew harder and harder, I could feel pre-Pour leaking onto my boxers. I didn’t want anything more. I wanted her to be comfortable first before we went any further. Soon she was directing me. Lick the other one. Come back to this one. In my mind, conquering Rome wouldn’t have been as satisfying. I had broken down the first barrier. And they said I wouldn’t succeed. I wish they could see me now.
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HOME ADVANTAGE (S*X Story) PART 1 .
In the year 2006……………………… We were at work arranging scrap metals, when we noticed a car drove in. Chidi: twelve years work for here no fit buy that ride Me: Trust me bro, I ain’t spending twelve months here. I hope you do the same Chidi: Abegi! no be everybody dem do school for. Na by force I take finish JS 3 sef Me: Na you talk so Chidi: Me wan gather money go open my shop. Me: Na now you dey talk. Ibo boy. A woman stepped out of the car, walking towards the admin office Chidi: Na oga wife be that o. Me: which of the ogas? Chidi: Chief Rotimi, na him get this factory. Me: The same Chief Rotimi the polit… ‘’Tattoo and Chidi, e be like say this work don tire una abi?’’ Our supervisor snorted from behind.‘’If I catch una dey talk instead of working, I go show una’’ We continued arranging the scrap metals. I clocked out at five as usual. I was walking home when I saw an elderly woman, which I guessed would be in her sixties looking lost. The woman was in iro and buba, so I guessed she should be from the west. I approached her. ”Good evening ma.” I greeted her in Yoruba with a little bow. Woman: Good evening, my son. Do you live around here? Me: yes, ma. Woman: I’m going to my daughter’s house, but this area is confusing. The street was supposed to be behind this bank, but I don’t seem to understand it anymore. Me: The bank here is new. There’s another one over there. Woman: Please take me there. God bless you, my son. Me: Amen ma. She easily recognized the street just the behind the other bank. She knocked when we got to the front gate. The gate-man opened. Just before she entered a car horned behind. A woman alighted and i could swear I have seen that face before. The younger woman: Mummy welcome. I have been worried. The older woman: My phone battery went flat, I’m sorry. The younger woman: It’s okay ma. Bless God you’re here. But, you didn’t tell me you would be coming with somebody? The older woman: I almost got lost, but thanks to this my son. The younger woman: oh! What’s your name, young man? Me: Galacious, ma The younger woman: Thank you so much Me: You’re welcome, ma The younger woman: Alright let’s all go inside. Galacious please come in. Me: hmm, I’m sorry ma I have to head back home The younger woman: oh! Not even a drink? Me: It’s getting late ma, thanks. The younger woman:: ok. I understand. She reached into her purse and brought out some notes. The younger woman: please buy recharge card with this She stretched her right hand towards me. Me: don’t bother ma The younger woman:: oh! I insist Me: I’m sorry ma The younger woman: Really? She withdrew her hand. The older woman: He is well brought up. You shall not die young. Me: Amen ma. Good night. ‘’ Good night, my son,’’ ‘’Alright. Take care dear’’ They said in unison. The next day was a Sunday—–our match day. The evening football match came up every Sunday evening. The street had a mini stadium where kids played every day, but Sunday evening was reserved for the older ones. The game started as usual. Everything seemed normal till a shot was deflected and the ball bounced into the street to hit one of the young ladies walking along. One was Chinenye who lived on the street, but the other lady, whom the ball hit, doesn’t look familiar. Other lady: Jeez! Chinenye: sorry dear Other lady: look at my gown! I ran towards the ball, picked it up and tossed it to the field before turning to the ladies. Me: sorry about that ma’am Chinenye: Thanks jawe, Galacious. Other lady: thanks? Seriously, Chinenye? So you’re sorry comment is going to remove this stain, right? She snorted, starring at me. Chinenye: C’mon Princess let’s get back Inside. Chinenye placed her arm around her shoulder and they headed home. I couldn’t utter a word after the apology. Not that I didn’t know what to say, but I was dumbfounded by her beauty. Ne-yo’s ‘When You’re Mad’ was playing in my head. I could swear I had never seen such beauty in my life. I stood there like a statute and watched them walk back to Chinenye ‘s house. I was brought back to reality when I heard a voice coming from the pitch ‘’Galacious, our set!’’. Throughout the game there was only one name ringing in my head——-Princess. Heading back home after the game I met Tunji who was coming out of my building. ‘’Galacious, how far?’’ ‘’ i dey . This one way I see you for our house. Abeg o, my sister still young o.’’ I accused him. ‘’Kai! I no be Pedophile na.’’ He protested and continued, ‘’na the new girl I come shadow.’’ ‘’Which new girl be that?’’ i asked. ‘’Oh! You don’t know? Good. Her name na Udenme and an me dey do her parole.’’ He explained. ‘’Udenme? For this house?’’ ‘’Yes na. Na Grace’s cousin. But guy, like i said earlier na me dey do her parole. No go use home advantage for me.’’ ‘’TJ, you? Where you keep Kemi, Angela, Chinelo. Rita…..’’ ‘’Guy bone dat thing. I don’t tell you be that. I dey go my house.’’ ‘’Alright bro, later.’’
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ME, MY SISTER AND HER FRIENDS (18+) PART 1 . F–k! I can’t believe what I’m seeing in my parents’ living room. Three giggling teenage girls, wearing sheer lingerie are sitting on the couch cheering on a fourth girl who is attempting to deep throat a d—o. What the f–k! The cheers and laughter is probably why they didn’t hear me come in through the kitchen door. I step back into the shadows of the hallway while my c–k responds to the luscious, pale a-s cheeks of the fourth girl. Her purple sheer nightie has ridden up over her heart-shaped a-s, revealing her matching thong as she starts to gag on the rubber d–k suction-cupped to the glass topped coffee table. “I can do this!” the girl exclaims, taking a deep breath and sliding her lips back down the realistic looking c–k. Holy s– t! That’s Lauren’s voice! My d–k is hard and I’m having perverted thoughts about my 18- year-old sister. I guiltily look away from her scrumptious a-s cheeks and try to forget what her lips look like sliding down that fake c–k. “I thought you said you had done this before,” laughs one of the girls, pulling my attention back to the couch. The other three girls are wearing similar outfits, sheer baby doll nighties with matching thong p@nties. The only variation seems to be the color. “I have done it before,” my sister protests, “but with a real d–k! This thing isn’t working for me. I need a real d–k.” Lauren sits back on her heels and laughs along with her friends. “There appears to be one in the hallway!” The cute black girl sitting closest to me says as she smiles in my direction. F–k! Busted! I might as well take the offensive and try to put Lauren on the defense. “Brandon!” Lauren screams, jumping to her feet as I step into the room. Her t–s bounce temptingly inside the cups of the purple nightie. “What the f–k are you doing here?” “Never mind about me? What the f–k is all of this?” I sweep my arm towards the coffee table where, besides the suction cupped d—o there are several vibrators and other assorted s-x toys. “What’s going on here?” I’m six years older than Lauren and I’ve been living with my girlfriend for the past couple of years. I crash at my parents’ house whenever Kelly and I fight, which seems to be happening quite often lately. “We’re having a sleepover,” Lauren says as if that explains all of this. While she’s getting outraged with me, I’m checking out her girlfriends. It’s like looking at a live action Victoria Secret’s ad. There’s the African- American girl who spotted me in the hallway. My eyes zero in on the yellow nightie barely covering her impressive chest. Next to her is Kristina, Lauren’s petite blonde friend from down the street, looking pretty in her pink lingerie. Finally, on the other end of the couch is a tall brunette all decked out in the sexiest shade of red. “A sleepover?” I ask, raising my eyebrows as I appraise their outfits. The tops are sheer except for the bra-like cups around their b—– s. In actuality, except for the thong, they don’t show much more than a skimpy bikini but somehow it is much more enticing when it’s lingerie. “We had a lingerie party,” the black girl explains, smiling without a hint of embarrassment. “Do you like our outfits?” She stands and twirls around giving me a great view of her full, round a-s cheeks. “Alex!” Lauren admonishes her. “That’s my brother!” “Well, you should at least introduce us,” Alex answers, stepping forward with her hand extended. “I’m Alexis but you can call me Alex.” She smiles as I shake her hand. “Brandon,” my sister takes over the introductions. “You know Kristina,” she says, pointing to her friend in the pink nightie. I nod in her direction. “Hello, Brandon,” Kristina smiles demurely. “And this is Kylie.” The tall brunette stands up and extends her hand. “Nice to meet you, Brandon,” she says, making eye contact. D–n! We’re almost the same height and I’m a little over six feet. “My pleasure,” I answer, shaking her hand, which is surprisingly small and feminine given her stature. While being introduced to her friends, I steal surreptitious glances at my sister. She has really filled out over the past couple of years. Something I hadn’t noticed during my previous visits. Of course, she wasn’t wearing Sekxy lingerie any of those times. F–k! My c–k is hardening again. This is so wrong. “What are you doing here?” Lauren asks, drawing my attention back. “I needed a place to stay,” I shrug without further explanation. I’m about to ask her whether mom knows what she’s up to but my sister and I have an unspoken agreement about not embarrassing each other in front of our friends. “Well,” I smile at the Sekxy foursome. “Sorry to have interrupted. I’ll just head up to my room and leave you girls to your fun. Where are mom and dad?” I ask.

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BIRTHDAY S£X PART 1 (Completed) .
It was my 21st birthday and I was on my way to see my girlfriend in school. She stayed off campus in a 3 bedroom flat which she shared with two of her friends, Tolu and Tochi. Tolu was short, dark skinned, attractive, Tochi however was a bit taller and light skinned, but still reasonably attractive. My girl’s bestfriend however was Ife, who was in the same department as her and whose best feature (in my humble opinion) was her big br**sts. Apparently the four of them were taking me out for a meal and drinks that night. I arrived at their house and rang the doorbell, Tolu answered it, wearing a dressing-gown, obviously still in the process of getting ready to go out, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, wished me happy birthday and ushered me into the house. I asked where my girl was and she replied that she was in her bedroom, but didn’t want me to come in just yet, as she had a surprise for me. I went to sit down on the couch, but Tolu quickly stopped me, and pointed me towards a chair placed in the middle of the room, as apparently I had to be centre of attention in the middle of the room. I didn’t see the point in arguing so I took the chair. But as soon as I sat down, I felt my arms being pulled back behind the chair and heard a click and I could feel my hands were restrained. I looked behind me and saw that my hands had been handcuffed behind the chair. I turned my head back around to protest and saw Tochi and Ife were now standing next to Tolu, both also wearing dressing-gowns. “What do you think you’re playing at?” I said. “There’s been a slight change in plan” Tolu informed me. “We’ve decided not to take you out after all, Instead we’re all going to have a cosy night in.” “Why the handcuffs? And where is Moji?” I demanded. (Moji being my girlfriend) “Well, as we’re not going out we had to think of a way to treat you, as it’s still your birthday after all, and Moji kindly agreed to let us have some fun with you, but we didn’t want you running away, getting impatient or generally doing anything we don’t want you to, so we’ve had to handcuff you to the chair.” Tochi enlightened me. “And to stop your babe from interfering, unfortunately we’ve had to handcuff her to her bed, but don’t worry, she’s fine, and you’ll get to see her later. But for now, sit back, do as you’re told and most importantly enjoy yourself!” Ife Said. . With that the three girls undid the ties at the front of their dressing-gowns and to my amazement, one at a time, took them off. Tochi was the first to slip out of hers, revealing herself to be wearing just a pink bra and matching thong and then doing a little twirl to make sure I’d got a good view. Tolu took hers off next, to reveal a black push-up bra that gave her a nice cleavage and matching tie-side briefs, she also gave a little twirl to give me a good view. Finally Ife took her dressing-gown off, revealing a white bra that was struggling to contain her big br**sts and matching underwear that was revealed to be a G-string upon her completing a twirl. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Moji’s hot friends were in just their underwear in front of me, apparently ready to give me a good night, something I was more than willing to accept, even if it wasn’t being forced upon me via handcuffs, after all this was already turning out better than my wildest dreams! . click on the link below to continue reading www.naijanoisemakers.com/2016/09/27/birthday-sx-part-1/

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