ADEBIMPE THE FACEBOOK GIRL PART 1
(S*x, Hatred, Revenge, Love, Betrayed)
(Completed)
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Early february. I met adebimpe on
facebook as
a mutual friend to
one of my friends. One thing led to
another, we
started chatting
on BBM and early march, we started E-
dating.
3weeks ago, we
discussed on how we will see facially and
she
suggested to
travel down to meet me in akure if only I
can
send T.fare.
Adebimpe is a student of uniport so she
fully
based in PHC.
I was so happy that I started day dreaming
how the visitation will
look like, the romance, fun, love-making
etc. .
On the 14th of
april, I sent 10k into her account as Tfare.
She
called me to tell
me she got the money. And the travelling
preparation
began.
The D-day came. I have cleaned up my
room,
bought foodstuffs,
bought a new pack of CD., wen she
dropped at
akure garage, I
told her to pick a bike to my house
address
which she did, she
got to my house at around 5pm. I ushered
her
in, gave her soft
drinks and we were chating. Wen it was
6pm,
she shocked me by
telling me she has a cousin here in akure
and
that’s where she
will be staying throughout her 3days of
stay
and dat I shd visit
her at her cousin’s place the following day.
I
was so sad but I
didn’t show it, I faked a smile and walk her
off
to take bike.
I come dey reason am say “se na like dis
my
10k go waste?”.
The next day, I didn’t go to visit her and I
lied
that I was sick with
the mindset that she will come to my place
instead. But na lie,
all she could do was to call me and ask
after
my health.
That nite, I couldn’t sleep. I was just
wondering how silly I am. I
just put my fone in silence and forcefully
slept
off.
As I woke up around 6am in the morning, I
picked my fone and I
saw a text from adebimpe. Which says
“baby
u knw I will be
leaving today, wat time should I come to
visit
u so as to get my
return Tfare”. Chaiii, na so my head spark
.
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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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