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|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by eazykolobo(m): 8:23pm On Jun 13, 2017|
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|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 10:19pm On Jun 13, 2017|
EPISODE 10... Nedu's Debut Sex
Physiological study has it that the strength of a friendship tie depends on the initial fight between the two parties before the relationship happened. This was the case of Nedu and I. We were so inseparable that if you don't see me at home, then I'm certainly in Nedu's home, and vice versa. We went to church together, watched movies together, hung out together, did almost everything together. We were almost called twins by everyone who knew us closely.
But Nedu and I had differing characters and bodily features. While I was average in height, Nedu was tall, I was fair complexioned while Nedu was dark skinned and the most significant was that whilst I was an active sexual sojourner, Nedu was so naive about girls. Though he had this funny face which could get any girl giggling, had them cut flowers at intervals or draw on the floor with their feet, Nedu always shied away from meeting girls. When it seemed he was getting off his shadows, the obvious eclipsed again. He could talk to any girl but couldn't manage to get them laid. I always taunted him about that which led him to giving it a trial.
Nedu had a favourite girl then, a girl he called his girlfriend; a girlfriend who never knew what his lips tasted, who never had a hug from him, who never smooched him on an even occasion. Nedu's funny character could hold any girl spellbound despite his naive approach.
On this day, Nedu told me he was going to have sex with Faith, his purported girlfriend. They already agreed to taste the fruit. I was only happy Nedu was started to think like a man, guess my unrestricted taunts and gay accusations led him in.
"Are you sure you aren't gay, Nedu" I said to him one day.
"You're mad, you're the one that even looks like a gay" He said angrily. He continued "look at your ass, its almost popped out like mama Iyabo's own, hope you haven't been receiving doggy recently?" He started laughing now.
Whenever Nedu sounded this way, I allowed him have his way.
I was sitting in my room playing the video game when my phone rang. I picked up my phone and saw it was Nedu calling.
"Damn, this idiot should be having sex with Faith, what's up with him now?" I said to myself.
"Chiboy, please help me, I have removed my shirt and pant, what next should I do please?" Nedu whispered from the other end of the phone.
"What the Bleep? what next you should do? Are you bleeping kidding me? Wait, where is faith?" I asked him almost screaming.
"She is lying Unclad in the bed" He replied in a low voice.
"If you don't know what to do, allow me come show you what to do, how about that?" I jokingly said.
"You're mad, if you don't want to help me out, I'll browse it on the google" He said ending the call.
I was laughing uncontrollably, I imagined Nedu picking up his phone and searching the internet on;
"How to get her laid'
'How to have sex'
'Where to put your JT during sex'
For some minutes I felt restless, I thought about tiptoeing to Nedu's house to see how things were fairing. I decided against it but went against the idea when the electricity went off. I went down the stairs and hurried off to Nedu's home. I tiptoed carefully to his room window and peeped through it. Then I got the the shock of my life. I saw Nedu back faced lying in the bed and faith riding the cow girl on him. It wasn't just the cow girl action that baffled me, but I heard Nedu screaming, throwing his hands in the air in a give up manner.
" Please oo, faith oo, faith please, faith I am dying, eww, eeh, oohh! faith, faith, please don't kill me...eeh..
He was screaming atop his voice and breathing faster. He continued for some minutes and then suddenly he went silent. I rushed in on noticing that. Every attempt to revive Nedu proved abortive.
I thought he was dead.
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|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 10:20pm On Jun 13, 2017|
eazykolobo:Lol thanks bro. Updates ready, another tomoro
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by Ufranklin92(m): 11:06pm On Jun 13, 2017|
Hehehe,bad boi,na movic,I dey see ur handwork oya ,kwatiniu
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|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 7:07am On Jun 14, 2017|
Ufranklin92:Lol. Boss..no corrupt oo
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by eazykolobo(m): 11:26am On Jun 14, 2017|
Peeping tom, naw dat u ve seen wetin u wan c, go nd resusicate ya frnd oooo.....9ce update.....sori oo
My Oliver twist @ is asking for more though
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 11:32am On Jun 14, 2017|
eazykolobo:Lol. Thanks bro. Next update 1..2..3...go
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 1:11pm On Jun 14, 2017|
EPISODE 11... King Solomon
I knew I already hit the eight target but for me it was only a progress down the tunnel. Most of those sex scenarios happened during holidays and the 8th one I had during school session. I had to go on AWOL to hit my 8th target, dramatic but it was worth it. (A story for another day).
In an outline, I will briefly detail on the 5th, the 6th and the 7th target.
The 5th Target.
Chisom was a girl I have known from childhood. She was dark skinned and very beautiful, the kind of dark complexioned that perfectly explains the saying that black is beautiful. She looked so innocent like someone who couldn't harm a fly because she was always calm and composed. Her calm nature was what handed us the opportunity to have sex.
I was sitting at home one evening, bored and feeling so uneasy. I knew I was sex starved but I refused to believe it. I never believed a Playboy who had Nkechi at home could go a week without sex. Fact was that I had a little misunderstanding with her and we were waiting for the first person to say I'm sorry. I allowed my ego eclipse because I couldn't stand saying sorry to that ugly girl who should be be thankful for helping her reach orgasm each time we had sex.
I checked Chisom on WhatsApp and realised she was only, she immediately sent me a picture of her lying in the sofa. It wasn't a nude picture, it looked totally decent but her laps gave a full view. I loved her laps more than anything. I was sexually hungry. Going through my contacts, I dialled her number and she picked without hesitating.
"Chisom, I want to come see you" I pleaded.
"You can come, I'm at home" she said lowering her voice.
"Are you home alone?"
That had always being the question I asked any girl before visiting her if I wanted to have just sex and leave.
In a second, I was done wearing my polo and a ¾ short when she told me she was alone. I needed something quick and easy. In a while, I was at her gate. It was only a stone throw from our house so I did that in a flash. She opened the door and let me in. Since we were childhood 'lovers' , we never had sex, just smooching and kissing all over at a corner. Now we were a bit mature, she wasn't scared of eating the fruit, I thought.
She led me and I followed her into the too.. She sat in the sofa, took my phone and started checking my videos. I already had a video on before I left home to her house, I was watching a porn video and that continued when she clicked on the video. She looked at me and nodded. It wasn't a nod of disapproval nor disappointment. I didn't know what she meant by the nod but I never cared to know. I sat at her foot and dropped my hand on her laps, they were cold. I raced my hand like a worn out athlete down her laps, and further I slid it in and looked at her, she acted like it was nothing. I had expected her to object to my moves but then she felt relaxed. I had gone a bit further like a scavenger looking for food when she moaned. Then I started caressing her breast with my left hand whilst the right did the fingering. She dropped the phone and continued moaning non stop.
I wasted no time because I knew I was gifted this time, I was afraid of being caught in the act. I pulled down my boxer, brought out my JT and slid it in her spot. I phucked hungrily for about ten minutes when I came almost immediately. I couldn't believe myself. I was so embarrassed as she. My JT went flaccid, looking at myself, I hung my head in shame. It wasn't up to thirty seconds after the incident that the door flung open and her dad came in. I forgot I didn't lock the door before getting in the act. Then I realised the embarrassment was a blessing in disguise.
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by Guestposterfee: 1:27pm On Jun 14, 2017|
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|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 3:09pm On Jun 14, 2017|
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by brunxy(m): 4:22pm On Jun 14, 2017|
Nice one....I am enjoying the porn movie with my popcorn Kontinu bro
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|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 6:44pm On Jun 14, 2017|
brunxy:Lol thanks bro. Update in d nyt
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 9:55pm On Jun 14, 2017|
EPISODE 12... The 6th Target
I met Sandra during the catechism classes. Every evening at 5pm we went for catechism classes in preparation for the first holy communion service according to the rites of the catholic church.
Sandra was chocolate and enormously beautiful. The way she talked, walked, behaved amongst other things were what endeared her to people, especially guys. As time went on she was tagged the most important girl in the class because of her beauty cum intelligence. I hated her popularity so I distanced myself from her. But the more I tried avoiding her was the more she came closer and the more I fell in love with her.
As a Playboy, I hated falling in love and I hardly did, the few times I did I couldn't control myself. I got more heartbreak than I got sex. I was so addicted to a particular girl that I avoided having sex with other girls, the few times I did fall in love however. I already assumed we were married so I tried keeping off phucking other girls. My 20 target was at stake.
As time progressed, I couldn't hold it off any longer, I realised I was gradually falling in love wit Sandra. She accelerated things too by been so close to me during the catechism class. We sat down together, read from the same catechism manual together and had our goodbye. She was a sweet girl. We got on so close that we made way to see at nights, but things became really difficult. We couldn't get a spot to eat ourselves up. Believe me, no matter how much a guy denies loving sex, if he isn't gay, he'll definitely develop sexual urge for her partner. This was the case of Sandra and I, we loved each other but realised we needed to eat ourselves up too. We never got tired of searching for opportunities. I couldn't bring her to the house because mom was always at home those days. The search for a spot made us smooch each other in the new church building one night.
On that night, the church conducted a vigil and Sandra came, with her mom and siblings. It was towards the end of the vigil service that I took Sandra to the church building which was still under construction. It was dark that one could hardly spot a figure without the lights on. I had no difficulty in locating her lips and I kissed her like the world was coming to an end in the next minute, grabbing her rounded waist, I drew her close to myself and felt the softness of her inflated boobs. She held my neck and tightened my lips against hers. I was about to get her bent over, pulling her skirt down to have a doggy position when a light flashed across us. I held my breathe and whispered her to stay calm. She adjusted her skirt immediately. I knew that was the security men. Then we had flashlights pointing steadily at us and in a second, we took to our heels in the opposite direction.
Fast forward to the years Christmas, I came back from school for the Christmas holiday. I already discussed with Sandra about having a debut sex with her as my Christmas gift which she obliged.
On that day, Sandra came to the house wearing a rubber denim skirt and a show breast top. Amaka was the only one at home because mom had gone to the market to get stuffs for the Christmas celebration, and Emeka had followed dad to his office. I earlier declined following mom to the market prior to Sandra's impending visit. I told him I had a little sickness which I fabricated. I was left with amaka at home. At exactly 2:45pm, I heard a knock on the door, I opened it and Sandra stood looking all classy and sexy. I swallowed my saliva on noticing her round well placed pair of robust boobs.
I got her a juice and an alcoholic wine from the fridge, she declined the wine and took the juice. I went to sit beside her in the sofa, her denim skirt made her laps flash out. I looked at her closely and made an indication ofwhy she came. She only smiled suggesting she was aware. I reached out my lips and kissed her, her lips were cold and tasty. I kissed her for some minutes to make sure she was sexually aroused. I put my hand up her chest and started playing with her boobs. I played them so hard that she yelled at me.
"You want to deflate those boobs abi?"
I only smiled and caressed her softly. She unzipped my trouser and put out my now erected JT, she held it in her hand and bent over. She started sucking it, she licked the tip of my JT and I moaned in excitement. The way she sucked my JT made me suggest she should be given the 'headies' award without competing for it. I pulled down her skirt and helped her get off her top. Her boobs were so rigid now. She pushed me in the sofa and got on my JT. She started riding. 'Kpakpakpa' was the sound that came on. She rode me for some minutes and I got her bent over and gave her a doggy of life. She was moaning all over. I phucked her for about 25 minutes when I came inside her. I put her in the bed down laid, had her legs wrapped around my shoulder and slid in my JT in her spot. I thrust faster and faster and harder. Yes! I hit the center of gravity more than she moaned. As the pressure I mounted on her accelerated, she tightened her legs around my shoulder and was screaming in pleasure. In a little time, she reached orgasm and squirted all over my face.
Damn! Hot sauce.
I helped her clean herself in the bathroom as we showered together. Amaka was sleeping in the room.
"That was my best Christmas gift ever" I told her as we went down the stairs.
"Remember you released inside me" Sandra said facing me
I then remembered I had no protection and I did released inside her.
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|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by goshen26: 10:43pm On Jun 14, 2017|
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by priestchurch(m): 3:38pm On Jun 15, 2017|
Dis story is getting more n more interesting... Pls keep d fire burning [color=#990000][/color]
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|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 9:07pm On Jun 15, 2017|
priestchurch:Thanks bro. I'll update tomoro pls
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by zpetstunner(m): 11:23pm On Jun 15, 2017|
wow bro u are good plz more update o
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|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 6:57am On Jun 16, 2017|
zpetstunner:Thanks bro. Update by 9am
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 9:56am On Jun 16, 2017|
EPISODE 13... Shocked!
I was sexually satisfied but at the other hand, I was really bothered remembering I had released inside Sandra. I felt restless and perturbed for a week but was a bit relieved when school resumed the following week. I packed my belongings feeling so elated and left home for school. Mum and siblings were amazed by my attitude towards leaving for school. I was so enthusiastic to leave unlike the other times I will fake sickness pleading to stay at home for an extra day or two but was usually forced to leave by dad. I knew why I was so eager to leave, definitely because of the unfortunate incident with Sandra, I couldn't bear seeing her and remembering I might have my baby in her womb. I refused seeing her before I left, well, I didn't tell her either.
I arrived at school at exactly 1am, it was only a journey of 3 hours from Aba to Okigwe. Only a handful of students were in the school premises when I had arrived. The school compound was littered with green grasses growing unweeded. I then realised I had spent two months at home doing nothing, no! I probably did something. Phucking girls up and down was something worth doing, I thought to myself. The last phuckery I had, my encounter with Sandra flashed across my memory and I heaved a sigh of relief. Going upstairs, I headed to Johnny's hostel.
For the following weeks, I couldn't concentrate fully on the school activities. I was either left alone or seen tucking with my phone in a hidden corner, searching the internet on how to take care of a baby, the benefits of fatherhood at 18 and the responsibilities. I went abnormal for days imagining my spermatozoa hovering around Sandra's ovaries. I wished I could become something, make my way to Sandra's womb and get rid of my sperm inside of her. That something I didn't know.
I talked to Johnny about my plight but he fueled the situation by telling me I should have had her take a medicine which would have prevented an impending pregnancy. He told me to be expecting Sandra's call in no distant time. This I did and as fate had it, Sandra called me one night.
It was the night we had a free day, I had gone out with Johnny that day to get some provisions for support because the academic section had gone down and so did our "stomach infrastructures". We came back overjoyed that night because we had a cupboard full of cassava flakes, milk, milo and sugar once again but my happiness in particular was truncated by Sandra's call.
" Is that how terrible you are?" Sandra said slowly from the other end of the phone. I wasn't listening to what she was saying actually, I was reading the tone in which she spoke. I was trying to hear the statement "I'm sick and I'm pregnant" before she says it. I felt sickness in her voice however. I yet refused to agree.
"I'm sorry dear, just that I lost your contact and I was unable to reach you before I left" I said conjuring up the biggest lie the devil in me could formulate.
"And you suddenly lost my contact? wow! How nice of you" She said lowering her voice more than it sounded when she spoke initially. Then it hit me, she did say it and it hit me.
"Well, I called to tell you that I am...
" You're what?" I cut in, my heart pounding really fast that I thought Johnny who was standing five steps from me could hear it.
"Allow me to finish naw, haba!" She replied trying to allay my fears.
I remained silent and she continued.
"I'm sick, very sick"
I wanted to ask her what the sickness looks like, whether it had four or two legs, whether it could fly, swim or walk, whether it made her vomit or nauseate, whether it made her long throat for any food her eyes popped up at, whether it made her feel restless, whether it ....
This and many "whether" popped up in my head when I heard the bell for night prayer. I ended the call and rushed to the chapel.
Great she was just sick, at least it was better than saying "I'm pregnant" which I had fearfully waited to hear all this while. But then I also read that sickness is among the symptoms of a pregnant woman. I couldn't just agree to "I'm safe".
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by zpetstunner(m): 10:06am On Jun 16, 2017|
nice one bro
halla me for ur next update o
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 10:15am On Jun 16, 2017|
zpetstunner:Thanks bro. I'll sure do it
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by eazykolobo(m): 10:43am On Jun 16, 2017|
I neva read d new post o bt I don dey salivate....tnkx 4 d update....thou u were 56mins behind schedule....9ce jab Kris
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 11:15am On Jun 16, 2017|
eazykolobo:Lol, thanks and sorry bro. Im so worked out
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by Rukidiv(f): 11:17am On Jun 16, 2017|
Where the next update na
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by Rukidiv(f): 11:18am On Jun 16, 2017|
I can't wait for the next update bruh
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 1:54pm On Jun 16, 2017|
Rukidiv:Pity me dear,work has delayed me. I'll update in the evening
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by cyber5(m): 1:59pm On Jun 16, 2017|
Nice one bro
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by Rukidiv(f): 2:42pm On Jun 16, 2017|
krissconnect:okay i pardon you
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by zpetstunner(m): 2:43pm On Jun 16, 2017|
ur tori sweet die abeg come update bros
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by Stevedison(m): 5:07pm On Jun 16, 2017|
U r doing well eventhough i find it hard to understand the storyline with every episode coming with sex scenes.
Looking forward to seeing something more captivating than just the sex scenes.
|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by krissconnect(m): 5:38pm On Jun 16, 2017|
EPISODE 14... The News
After that night, I felt relaxed a bit, I didn't worry much about Sandra nor her looming pregnancy, not because I was selfish or stupid, but because she never mentioned she was pregnant.
For a week I didn't call Sandra. I was too afraid to do so. You know that scenario when you wrote Jamb but then it was announced the result is out after some days, you get so nervous to check it, you don't just want to pop in and see what the result looks like, you rather prefer your friends check the result and tell you, not because you already know the outcome of the exam, but because you're too nervous.
This was exactly how I felt, I knew in few weeks time she'll either call to tell me the sickness turned into a child in her stomach or the sickness turned into a bird and flew away. I was too afraid to check on her everyday and get hit by the news.
I went on with the school activities on a normal note, I allowed myself get involved with anything that could free me from the waves of Sandra's incident.
One night I decided to put off my fear and call Sandra, to avoid her giving me those useless sermon of how selfish and wicked I have become ever since I had sex with her. She never knew I was afraid of an impending pregnancy news. I didn't care to tell her because if she did get knowledge of that, I knew she'll never allow me phuck her again.
"So you're afraid of pregnancy but you ain't afraid of sending your army of sperms inside me". That will be the topic of the sermon I would have heard the day I tell her how I feared an impending pregnancy.
I picked my phone and dialled her number and she picked almost immediately.
" I should start running away this one you remembered to call me?" Sandra said mildly
"Honey you don't understand, you know I'm in school and I've been ladened with school activities" I knew she wouldn't believe me, but I just said that because I had no better lie to tell.
"I know, I already know that will be the best lie that'll make you look like a saint" She said almost immediately.
"Well, how is your health?" I said shutting off my mind. I decided to ask her about her health to make her know I care and to prevent her from giving me that terrible news.
"Wow, he just asked me about my health" She said laughing into the phone. I was a bit relaxed now because she was laughing, not just that she was laughing, her voice wasn't low like the night she told me she was sick, and she was relaxed. I thought to myself that the sickness must have left her with the pregnancy, that the sickness turned into a bird and flew away with the impending pregnancy, that...
I thought up different theories that moment relating to symptoms of pregnancy and I came up with the conclusion that a pregnant woman is always sick, since that was the theory, Sandra is happy and relaxed and because she is relaxed, she isn't sick and because she isn't sick, then she definitely isn't pregnant. This thought only happened in a second.
"Well, about my health, I'm fine now, I'm no more sick, but there's something you need to know" She continued.
Since she already said she's no more sick and coupled with my theoretical conclusion on her, I was ready to here whatever it is she wanted to say.
"I went for test last week, She began, that was concerning my sudden sickness, but the doctor told me that I was..." She paused.
It came like a hit, like a storm hitting the sea, like a volcano sweeping the land, like the thunderstorms drumming the sky. The few seconds she wasted while pausing seemed like years because I thought up a lot of things already. I thought about my parents, about my siblings, I imagined myself running around the market buying pampers and napkins while Nedu is in school. I imagined myself preparing hot yam water when I the best I could prepare in reality was to boil yam. I imagined myself waking up every morning to the aroma of a house wife and a new born baby. I imagined so many things that that moment. I was brought back to reality when she continued...
"He said I was pregnant for 2 months" She said calmly.
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|Re: The 20 Target (+18) by Chipappii(m): 5:41pm On Jun 16, 2017|
. . . Sorry. Papa ejima
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