Yes, this account is new. A fresh account. The things I have to say are so graphic and detailed that I fear exposure, hence my decision to tell it all here.

Lately, I have been overwhelmed by this burning desire to tell my story. A story of an innocent, young, promising and intelligent young chap who became bad, very bad. And then, in ways unimaginable is still trying to find his way back to the goodness, purity and innocence he once had. The urge to pen these details have become so strong I can no longer hold it back.

This is a story of promiscuity, an adventure into the world of immoral deeds and the destruction of conscience. This is a story of how I went from being chaste to being the baddest guy on the block, and then later wanting to erase all memories of all I have done. This is a story of how in the space of 10 years, I had given myself to over 200 females (sex workers not included). This is a description into the life of a man who seeks closure but still gets tormented by his escapades.

This is my story....

The Chronicle of Iamphoenix..
Its not too late you know

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Thank you for reading another episode of super story!
we are nothing but pencils in the hand of the creator

so u turned to the baddest guy on the block? o.k pls proceed to tell us how huge your díck is.

obiorathesubtle:

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OoooooohhooohoooHoooooooooo
This is super storrrry
A life of strife and sorrow
This is super storrrry!
(Iono the remaining part of the song)




Thank you for reading another episode of super story!

we are nothing but pencils in the hand of the creator

we go need girls with excellent vocals though.....

dgalon:
The Chronicle of Iamphoenix..
Its not too late you know

Lol. Nice one Bro. I think I prefer this though.

TASTING THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT
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MARCH 1999.

I was a Year 9 (JSS3) student in High School. Innocent? Not really. At this time I had become a collector of adult material. Yes. Surprised? Don't be. I can't remember when I got exposed to this but I knew that I had become an addict to viewing materials with explicit content. Maybe it started by reading the JHC collections my dad dropped after he was done, or dwelling on the provocative covers. Maybe it was the environment I grew up in. Or maybe the day I suddenly felt a sweet sensation, scrubbing my organ while taking my bath and then loving it, launching me into an obsession with masturbation. I spent money on buying Better Lover magazines and other explicit ones I could find. I had about 6 VCR tapes of different kinds of adult content. I always fantasized. About my Aunty T that was a family friend. She had a huge behind and always treated me with love. I was like the little brother she never had. The playful kisses, the gentle pats, the light squeezing of my hands while we walked. She had been a family friend for about two years and her love for the brilliant kid was obvious in the way she always flaunting me and taking me everywhere she went. But, it had been two years and I had changed. I was no longer innocent and gullible. She would drive me to see one of her numerous boyfriends and keep me watching Tom and Jerry in the living room while she went into the bedroom with him.

At first it made no difference to me. I was always looking forward to going out with Aunty T because it meant Tom and Jerry, free candy and other perks. I did not care for the moans and screams and smell of sex whenever I was there because I had no idea what it meant. However, it had been two years, and I had changed. So, I looked forwards to it the more and it was no longer because of Tom and Jerry, nor the candy. I always longed for the screams and moans, and her touch and she had no idea. Or did she? She was 9 years older. At the time I had no idea. Will come back to Aunty T's story in a bit.

So here I was in High School, topping my class and doing my parents proud. I was also a very good footballer and was part of the school's junior team. I was the jewel of the family. I had other crushes. Aunty J who lived next compound. Miss E who was the flower everyone in the Estate wanted to pluck. I was becoming a sexual jerk. I did not just crush over these women. I dreamt of having sex with them, different positions and all. I would peep from my room's window and watch as Aunty J played soccer with the older guys and her boobs bobbed. I would watch and then touch myself and get relief. I got weird one day. I closed the curtains to my room an put off the lights. It was pitch black. I had previously written the names of all the women I was fantasizing about on a white sheet of paper. I put on the stove and reduced the fire until it burned brightly blue. I pulled out my organ and masturbated on the paper with the names and then burned the sheet in the fire, with my eyes closed. I saw it as some sort of ritual, and some sort of pact between me and some higher being, who I would serve if he granted my wishes. I was 14.

And I got my heart desires. All the girls on the sheet but one. Will come back to that.

So what really happened in March?


A family moved in next flat two months earlier. Mum, Dad, two daughters, two sons. They got close to us and eventually I became the star. I was to teach the second daughter maths and English since she was very poor. We were in the same class but she was two years older. She spoke excellent English but her writing skills were zero. And she was heavily, heavily endowed. After close scrutiny, I knew I could not have her but kept up the after school lessons in their bunk. This was largely because I followed her (as an escort) to many shady places and knew many of the guys she was straffing. they were my 'brosses' in the hood.

Then in March, it happened.

Before then I had practically turned into her zombie. Running errands for her, doing practically whatever she said. I had watched some mad porn before she got back from school so I was super excited. I decided I was going to brace up and give it a go. So two hours later, while teaching her some indices and Logarithms, I 'mistakenly' let my hand fall on her lap. She was wearing a short gown that had moved up as she sat down. She said nothing and I gathered a little bit more courage.

I began to trace further. She opened her legs wider and dropped her pen. This was 4pm. I knew I had just gotten access so I began to fiddle with her underwear and found out she was very very lubricated. my heart was beating in nano seconds. We fooled around for a bit forgetting we were studying. I was doing a very amateur job ( I did not know this at the time). She asked me to go close the net as she undressed and went to her room. I raced to the door, locked it and dashed to her room. After a lot of trying to show my skills, she guided me under and commanded me

"suck".

The place had some sort of odour but I obliged. The she took me and inserted my organ into her. Gosh it felt good. Yet different from my handjob. In less that 5 seconds I had erupted. I felt good but I remember she had this disappointed look on her face.

"What is this now ehn Peter?" She yelled.

I could not look her in the eye. Then it dawned on her. It was my first time.

I had eaten the forbidden fruit and thus began my spiral into many many many things including orgi3s, sleeping with married women, sex for money, pimping, thre3somes and a whole lot.

Phew!

More later.

Somebody just stood up.

obiorathesubtle:
Somebody just stood up.

Lol. Boss, what are you "stooding" up for?

IamPhoenix:


Lol. Boss, what are you "stooding" up for?

I wan clap for you na. Standing ovation.

obiorathesubtle:

[size=15pt]WALE ADENUGA PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS![/size]

OoooooohhooohoooHoooooooooo
This is super storrrry
A life of strife and sorrow
This is super storrrry!
(Iono the remaining part of the song)




Thank you for reading another episode of super story!

we are nothing but pencils in the hand of the creator

lol u watch am repeatedly let me call WAP U must be hire......




U forgot to put "gan gan gan" it sounds under doing the movie

grabs sits...tales by moonlight

Hmmm waiting for season 2

Hmmm....

Dining with the devil. You better give your life to christ before it is too late. I pity you

JOURNEY INTO SEX
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SEPTEMBER 1999

So, I had begun having sex with the girl regularly. Miss O was a professional. She was way advanced and skilled in this regard and taught me a number of interesting things. I had gotten hooked to her, and she to me. Or so I thought. It so happened that I was a tool for her to quench her cravings. She saw me as one who she could manipulate as I was younger and very inexperienced. I felt she loved me but it dawned on me much later that it was not so. She would be asleep on the couch in their living room, and I would sneak in and lock the door noiselessly behind me. Then I would begin to touch her in sensitive positions until she woke. She would take one look at me, then drag me to her room. I would pound her and she would order me to go faster and harder. I would oblige her and watch as she tweaked her nips as she moaned and bellowed.

I watched a lot more adult content and then engaged in touching myself too often, sometimes twice everyday. Gradually, Miss O began to refuse my advances and only let me dig in when she wanted. At first, I tried to force it but after a while I just let things take it's course. I searched around to see if there was anygirl I could practise with but there wasn't.

So what happened in September?

On a midterm holiday, Aunty T came to the house to find me and my siblings playing Ludo. She asked why we were home and we told her we had midterm holidays. She joined us in the game and about 30 minutes later told me to go with her to a lover's house. Till date I can not fathom why she always took me along. While walking to his place just two streets away, some naughty children began to sing behind us: Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen bobo. These children were not more than ten years old. I knew Aunty T had a massive backside plus she rarely wore panties. And to make matters worse, she was wearing a very tight shiny, skin clinging leggings. We ignored them until they had started creating a nuisance. So I turned and made to pursue them but they scampered. Turning, I saw her behind. My goodness! That was some heavy artillery. I did not blame those young children. She took my hand in hers, (my goodness it was so soft) and squeezed them, to tell me I did well. Gosh! I have a harddon as I type this. sh!t!

Alright then, fastforward five days later.

It was a Saturday and everyone in the house was dressed and preparing to attend wedding. Aunty T came in, her usual cheerful and happy self.

"Ah, where is everyone going?" She asked

"We are going for a wedding ni. Come along na." My mum offered

"Noooo. I came here to play with all of you, now you are all going out. I can't start leaving now na."

"Eh ya. It is even good sef. You will help us keep an eye on Peter (ME)." My mum said

"Peter keh? Is he not going?"

"No. He doesn't want to come"

And just the,n I came into the living room and greeted her. She asked me to come sit on her laps and explain why I was not interested in attending the wedding. She was looking so simple. She had a loose fitting top and i could see the outlines of her nip.pl3s. I replied that I was not feeling too well. Soon after everyone had left, she made her self comfortable on the 3 seater sofa and was watching AIT. I stood up and went into my room. But I did not go too far. I was peeping between the curtains watching her every move. My eyes could not get off the nippl3s. Gosh, I was fantasizing again. I was so sexually excited and had to go and lie face down on my bed. As soon as I heard the sound of my dad's car driving away, I felt relieved. I suddenly remembered that Aunty T was in the 'parlour'. I came out of my room dejectedly and sat on one of the single chairs. She saw the way I was looking and motioned me to come sit near her. She was lying down on the long settee, so I sat down on the rug resting my back against the chair.

She stroked my hair and told me I would be okay. I just nodded. After five minutes I deliberately opened my zipper and began to touch my d1ck. I pretended as if I was looking at something on it. If she saw it she did not say a word. I looked at her from the corner of my eye and saw that she was looking at me. And at that age I had a big d1ck. I continued to stroke my d1ck, making it hard and strong. I looked at her again. She was sleeping. I was a bit disappointed.

So I went into the bathroom to touch myself. I tried and tried but I could not orgasm. I decided to go back to the sitting room.


When I got there she was sleeping, her back turned to me. I saw her big ars.e and I suddenly felt like going in on her. I moved closer. Her left hand was on the rug. It formed an 'O' on the ground. I watched her heaving slowly. My heart was beating at a tremendous pace. I suddenly had an idea.

I bent close to where her hand formed the 'o' shape,and I slowly inserted my limp d1ck. It grew harder and suddenly filled up her hand. I was scared. My heart beat faster. I didn't know what her reaction would be. I positioned myself in a sleeping posture so that if she suddenly felt my hard d1ck and woke up, she would think I was sleeping and that it had entered mistakenly.

I waited and waited. No reaction from her. After about 3 minutes, I decided it was not going to work and tried to pull my d1ck out. It was tight. I tried pulling gently at first so as not to arouse suspicion. It didn't come out. I tried again, putting a little more effort. She held on tight. A sweet feeling came over me. I relaxed. She began to move her fingers around my erect organ. She was still backing me. I was still in my posture, but I knew I was gonna do her. I was happy.

She turned to face me. She held my head and turned me to her. She moved closer, and kissed my lips. It felt like heaven. My mind was doing a thousand somersaults. She touched my nippl3s with her free hand while her hand still held my organ, rubbing it. I was at full length now. She pulled me up and lay me on my back on the couch.

Still dressed, she lay on top of me guiding my organ in between her thighs on her pant. We were fully clothed. She took sometime to adjust my organ on a particular position she wanted it to be. It was in between her thighs, on her cl1t but her panties were still on. Then she put the full weight of her body on me and started to rock me, moving up and down. She was lying flat on my body, my organ on her pu5sy but her panty as a barrier.

After sometime, she began moving very fast. She was moaning softly and moving very fast.

"Peter... Press my brea5ts...ohhh..prreeessss ittt" she moaned

I was a learner and didn't know how to go about it. She lifted her self just a bit so i could press her br3asts. she was moving very very fast now, her hand gripped my head, her eyes were half closed...

"Squeeze it...harder...ohhhh..sh1t.. harder baby" She said.

I was afraid so I was squeezing it gently.

She put one of my hands on her a.rse and used her hand to support my hand that was on her brea5ts.

"Squeeze it harrrdddddd..." she moaned as she squeezed my hand and her br3ast together. I got it now.

She was rocking me harder, holding my head. I began to squeeze the brea5t and the ar5e like the world would end. She rocked harder, I squeezed harder...

"Yesssss...like that...like that...ahhhh" she moaned.

Then she froze, shaking like a wet leaf then collapsed on my body.

She got up, sat and told me . .

"Peter, you must not tell any one. Have you heard me?!!" She warned.

I just shook my head in acceptance. As if I planned to tell anyone b4. Only if she knew she just satisfied my fantasy.

She took out 100 naira from her purse and gave it to me, then commanded me to her room.

She was a nymphomaniac as I later found out. It got so bad that we had sex everywhere in the house for close to 7 months. Even a week to her wedding.

A lot of raunchy stuff happened between me and Aunty T.

Most especially, my last time with her.

sow an act,reap a habit.sow a habit,reap a character.sow a character and reap a destiny and a future.

once of these days,i would share my sexual escapades that almost marred my future.

sex is for married people.singles stay off sex..

op,tnx for sharing.

IamPhoenix, y u dae make this thread dull now? Abeg, sama us better updates.

And so began my journey into becoming a sex weapon. A lot of the things that happened to me are really blurry but I will try as much as I can to bring them to light. So Miss O and Aunty T began having sex with me regularly. Infact, Aunty T discovered I was having an affair with Miss O and then decided to play police. Whenever she saw us together, she would order her away from me and threaten to punish her. She was older so we usually listened.

I remember this day when Miss O and I were preparing to write our exams. We were in Year 10 and I was putting her through some concepts in Mathematics. We were in my room, just studying when Aunty T barged in and started saying all sorts. She was asking if my room was a library, why Miss O was trying to corrupt me, bla bla bla. I knew Aunty T was just being plain jealous and I loved it. Miss O was shocked and confused, being that she had zero knowledge of what goes on between me and Aunty T. So Miss O always felt Aunty T was just being an adult. I knew better. So Miss O had to leave me alone. Once Miss O was gone, Aunty T locked the door behind her and lay on the bed. Seeing her lie down already had me so turned on. I knew she wanted me. She was a nymphomaniac and always wanted me. She commanded me to come to her and I did, and then we grinded and she rode me and I licked and sucked and she came. Having gotten satisfaction she left.

I did not penetrate her in a long time. She was just done from OND so she was always home. I always pass by her window when returning from school and she always saw me. As I pass her by, she orders me:

"Peter, go and have your bath and meet me here now!"

And I would obey her. But one day, I decided I had had enough of the no penetrative sex.

I had begun to look forward to being with Aunty T so much but she had started some sort of business and was rarely around. Some days, I would skip school just to be with her. Many times she was always unavailable. Some times she was. Whenever I heard her voice, I would sit at the corridor, greet her making sure she saw me. I would then sit at the corridor till she left her room to go outside the compound. Then I would quickly go to her room, get in and sit till she got back. I don't know what it was but immediately she sees me, she would not shout or scream or scold me. She would go back out to check if there was anyone coming, lock her door and we would resume. So on this particular day, I had done my usual routine and was now waiting for her to come in to her room. She made sure the coast was clear, locked the door and came at me. She pushed me gently on the bed, took out my thing and wanted to ride. I tried to pull her panties aside but she moved my hand away and tried to force herself on me, I fought her off and left the bed but she came after me. She was very very horn.y and wanted me. I wanted to feel the real thing and not just grinding. After minutes of struggle, she finally gave in.

I went in and it felt so good. She pulled me ontop of her and held my bum squeezing it tight as I went in deeper. I was moving slowly and hitting hard and her moans were encouraging. After a while she began to move my butt with her hands, dictating the speed and pace of my thrusts. I obeyed as she asked me to pound her faster. She was licking her lips as I moved and her head moved left to right and left and right. Then when she could not take it anymore, she came on top, fixed in my organ and rode me like a wild bull. I had never heard her moan so loudly or hungrily like that before. Before long, she erupted, with whitish fluid trickling down my koboko. She was breathing heavily as she lay beside me and said.

"Peter, you must not do this to any other girl! You hear me?"

I could only nod.

Hmmm....

I comment my reserve.

Aunty T no know say d guy don dae chop am b4.