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DOCTOR VS NURSE VS PATIENTS (18+) PART 1
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She unzipped her uniform, and it slipped off
her shoulders. I was mesmerized by the sight
of her succulent bôobs, standing up with the
pointed Tips. She walked towards my bed
and I didn’t hesitate to sU-Ck those big black
tips, while playing with them with my tongue.
Meanwhile I was busy grabbing her big arse,
massaging it, and I knew she was enjoying
it…..
I however slipped two fingers into her wet
pucci, playing with her cl!t, and she was
seriously m0an!ng like a dog on heat (hey,
she was a b?tch). She was seriously giving
off ringtones and didn’t hesitate to zip down
my jeans and grab my rock-hard anaconda….
And she bent down and slipped it into her
mouth, and she sU-Cked it and Licked it, and
it made my brain spin….
I couldn’t take it any longer, I slammed her
onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and
logged in the USB into the hub, pounding it
like iyan…..
“Oh, doctor, oh please don’t stop, yeah baby,
oh yeah babeeeyyy”
And suddenly…..
“Doctor lagusta, wake up ooo, your patient is
convulsing again ooo”
Oh good lord, so it was all a dream…..
I quickly checked to see if I wasn’t wet…..
I got up, washed my face, made sure my
erect prick was flaccid again, and I stepped
out of the call room….
“Yes matron, what is it again”
“Mrs bebeto is convulsing again ooo”
“Okay okay, I have heard”….
I had to start another regimen of magnesium
sulphate for this 7month pregnant patient
with ecclampsia…..
We wanted to try and stabilize her until the
baby is at least eight months, before we
bring it out ourselves….
I checked the time, it was 2am…. I just had to
stay with her till morning.
Being a house officer isn’t easy, as a junior
doctor, you are the first on call, you do all the
work, and you leave the hospital dejected,
sunken and scawny, with no babes to fvck….
The next morning, with little sleep, I had to
attend the morning review….
My registrar was a very lazy, and very dull
doctor, in fact I didn’t know how he passed
through medical school….
He was just giving me tough assignments to
do; chasing blood samples, checking vital
signs, urinary output, all that crap….
And those big-assed nurses didn’t help
matters too…..
Until I had to go to the post-natal ward….
And while I was checking the blood pressure
of a patient…..
“Hello, I want to use the
sphygmomanometer”
I looked up and saw a dark-skinned nurse,
not too fine joor….
“As you can see, I’m using it, so u have to
wait”
“Please be fast, I want to use it” she scoffed
rudely….
I was like “what’s wrong with this ugly brat”
I used style to sample her; her bôobs were
just average, but as she turned to walk back
to the nurses station, her yansh was the ish…
It was bouncing and jiggling under her nearly
transparent White uniform, and yeah she
wasn’t wearing p@nties….
I knew this was an advertisement, but I ain’t
got time for all of that, at least for now….
So i handed it over to her, she took it without
looking at me, and I left

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FREDRICK, CAN YOU FVCK ME? PART 1
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Fredrick and I has always been this s*x
craved couples. We could F**K till night fall
and then F**K till dawn with just 20 minutes
Intervals. I liked the body pain afterwards, it
made me feel special, and the traces left on
my body like he was trying to mark his
territory. We have been married for 2 years
now and were both blessed with a son , “my
little guardian angel” I nick named him, he
was such a beauty.
Deji was just 5 months old when I started
noticing the constant drench in between my
legs, the doctor was right about being s*x
craved after delivering. Fredrick and I enjoyed
a very spontaneous s*x life before I became
pregnant. We could F**K virtually anywhere,
in the kitchen, on top of the dinner table, in
the bathroom and even in the garage, we
were animals. Now I spend 60 percent of my
day thinking about Fredrick J0yst!ck and the
other 40 percent was about b0s0m feeding
Deji which of course left wet patches on my
underwear.
Birthing Deji was a gift but I had to lose a lot
too, Fredrick doesn’t put me to sleep with his
J0yst!ck anymore ,I had to sleep countless
nights without having that J0yst!ck buried in
me , I tried giving him signals but he was
indifferent, I did exercises to keep in shape so
I could parade myself half Unclad but still no
response, he was completely numb.
Numerous thoughts ran through my head,
was he doing this just because he didn’t
want any issues because of my complicated
child birth or was he no longer interested in
my body.
* * * *
” Fredrick, can you F**K me?” I was blunt
now, I didn’t have time seducing him
anymore or trying to get an eye of attention, I
just wanted his J0yst!ck. He looked shocked,
he stared at me for some time probably not
expecting those words. My head was bent
down and I couldn’t look him in the eye, this
was the very first time I verbally asked him
for s*x . He stared too long, i regretted ever
making that move. Suddenly he said ” Austin
and I are planning on buying a car today, it’s
about time I start going ” , got up from the
bed and walked out of the bed room. I felt
lost, I managed to hold back the tears that
seemed to have already fallen, Deji cried all
afternoon, like he felt his mummy’s pain.
I decided not to discuss anything that was
s*x related with Fredrick. I was hurt and
decided to ignore the throbbing in between
my legs, by the next week my K!ttyC@t was
drooling and calling for a J0yst!ck so Most
times Deji was fast asleep and my husband
was at work I would bury my fingers so deep
in my drenched K!ttyC@t, spreading my legs
as far as it could go fingering hell out of my
cu-nt.

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FREE kitten, FREE PREGNANCY PART 1
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As I looked back that day to sound of my name
called by a voice, I saw some ladies that I
couldn’t identify cos the distance btw us was
dead far.
I replied by waving my hand at them while they
did the same.
I feel like moving towards them to know who
they are but I was being sent on an errand by
my father. Later, I shouted.
I was feeling like ‘why is it that girls like my
name’ as I was moving down to Amoo’s house
which is not so far from our house.
Let me not forget to introduce myself sha, my
name is Fawaz, I’m an artiste popularly known
as iTSF(The Soul of Flowz), I live at ibadan!!!
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I was on my way back home the day after I
delivered Alhaji’s (my dad) message to Amoo
when I saw those ladies that called me the
other time, to my surprise I didn’t know any of
them.
I greeted them and they were like ‘so, you don’t
know us again??
Me: I don’t o
Lady A: we were the one that took pix with you
at elegant hotel!!!
Me: I’m sorry, I still can’t remember u people o.
B: you don’t need to, anyway my name is zinat
C: keji
A: they call me shally dee but my real name is
shalewa…
D: my own name is bimbo
Me: you’ve all got a nice name and pls what
can I do for you o
Zinat: actually we saw how you performed at
that show at elegant and we loved it, so we
decided to invite you to a birthday!
Me: and pls who is the person celebrating the
birthday?
Shalewa: I
Me: wow!!! you know what? I’m busy right now,
let me give you my phone number and pls give
me a call!!!
Bimbo gave me a phone of which I don’t know
how to operate, I returned the phone to her by
telling her to type it that I’m gonna call it for
her
0 8 1 39 47 04 20…. I said,
We’ll give you a call as soon as possible….
Bye bye, they said…
So, as I was going home na so I dey remember
those babes, lemme describe them to u
*Zinat is short, dark with a very large bossom
and nice backup…
*Shalewa’s complexion was light, her bossom
was not that plentiful, her height made sense,
(in short she looked like fathia balogun)
*Bimbo was chocolate, not that fat but huge (if
u know wetin farmers do refer to as Bumper
harvest, she’s the type) she’s tall, not that tall o,
she carry back(massive type), she carry front
(she really tried for the front), everything just
gather for there and
*Keji is light with full and massive chest that
I’m sure any guy that suck am will suffocate,
her behind is good one and have the same
height as bimbo….
As I got home, na those babes matter I still dey
carry for head as I fell into trouble…
Alhaji: where is that Fawaz
My bro: I donno where e dey o
Na so I sneak out of the house cos I know that
I’m in dead soup, then I summon the courage
to go back inside.. As I open the gate, na so I
saw something wey shock me…..
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Alhaji called me in the morning to clean his
shoes and wash his car, as I wan lay hand on
the shoe na so he called me back to quickly go
to Amoo’s (alhaji’s friend) house to collect
some money from the man…
I didn’t know that I’ve spent up to 40 minutes in
the place that I can use only 2mins, Due to
those girls I met on my way and the foolish
thought I was thinking for my room…
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The thing that shocked me was that the shoe
he said I should clean was soaked in water by
my step mother’s son, I was like is this boy mad
or crazy
As I wan open door to Alhajiz sitting room, I
saw alhaji at my back with a Koboko, I was like
‘why do I answer these girls now, see what
they brought me into’
Go and kneel down in my room Alhaji said with
a lion face… I’m sorry was what I said before I
saw myself in an ocean of slap….
Alhaji: the way I will beat you today, you’ll never
forget it
Me: (weeping and rubbing my two hands
together to plead for mercy)
Alhaji: you said u no go listen to me abi, I will
kill you today
Na only cry I dey cry as I knelt down in his
room, na so he lie down for bed….
For like an hour I was still on my kneel, na so I
tap him for leg, to my surprise…. Alhaji don
sleep!!!
Which kind rubbish be this was what came to
my mind, na so I dash out of his room…..
I was really angry that I shouted at my mother
when she called me…
As I sidon for one corner in my room, I brought
out my phones out of where I put them….
I saw some missed calls on my phones….
On the first phone
12 missed calls- Alhaji(when he sent me on
errand)
8 missed calls -Queen(8minutes ago)
On the second phone
2 missed calls -Alhaji(long ago)
1missed calls -Mum( an hour ago)
4 missed calls -An unknown glo number(22 mis
ago)
2 missed calls -An unknown mtn num( 3 mins
ago)
I decided to go out to my mum shop to collect
recharge card on credit,
Me: abeg, gimme mtn 100
Mum: sheybi na me u dey shout at abi
Me: pls, no mind me! Na dat your husband wey
dey vex me
Mum: (hissed and gave me the card) and where
is the money
Me: we go see later na
I ran inside my room and as I carry my phone,
I saw another 2 missed calls from that mtn
unknown number… As I was loading the
recharge cards, na so the num come call again
Voice: its that iTSF
Me: (silent)
Voice: are you there??
Me: (cough)
Voice: you aint serious
Me: abeg who is this I’m speaking with
Voice: who did u gave your num to this
morning
Me: you see that’s why people fail WAEC,
what’s your name
Voice: anyway sweetheart, I’m Zinat
Me: I’m sorry pls, I donno u were d one.
Zinat: apology accepted
Me: let me call you back..
Zinat: okay (ends the call)
Chai! Why am I this foolish That I said I will
call her back… Questioning myself…
As I load the recharge card I bought, na so the
glo num call enta my phone
Voice: its me bimbo that collected your num
this morning
Me: ah ah, okay…
And pls why is your voice this sweet??
Bimbo: you don add comedy to your song
abi
Me: no mind me jor
Bimbo: and why don’t you pick up your call the
other time
Me: I was playing with my dad in his room,
that’s why ann I’m not with my phone!!!
Bimbo: hmm hmmm, daddy’s pet
Me: thanks o!!! You know what I will call you
back now!!!
Edited the num and saved Zinat with zinats and
Bimbo with bimbos….
I then dialed my queen’s num, she didn’t even
allow it to ring before picking it!!!
Queen: hello
Me: iyawo (wife) broda fawaz, how far
Queen: I’m good
As I wan talk, na so I saw my door opened with
Alhaji and his koboko for hand for my door
starring at me.

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PUNISH ME LORD PART 1
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“I have three children” mother continued,
pointing at the apartment she got for me
three years earlier. “This one is the
oldest one, Ayinde. Her junior ones is in
Lagos university. Please is he around?”
“Mama, I have told you, there is nobody
called Ayinde in this hostel. Just walk
down the street and check other hostels”
Brown, a friend replied her with great
irritation.
I stood at the window of my apartment
and watched my mother struggle with
five of my friends. What is this old
woman looking for. I thought to myself.
Something in me wanted to walk out
through the back door. But the anger in
me kept me pinned to the point, I
somehow enjoyed watching her struggle
and sweat. It served her right. What was
she looking for.
I caught myself shaking. Probably as a
result of the much adrenaline that had
saturated my body. Why should a young
man like me not want to see his mother.
The answer was simple. I had a
reputation to watch after. After my three
years stay in the university, I had grown
to be a megastar. I wasn’t just a rich
boy, I also was the president of FMF,
Fresh Men Family. A famous clique
known for class and swiss.
“Please do not obstruct me from seeing
my child, please my children” she
pleaded almost dropping her arthritis
inflicted knee to the stony ground as
another batch of sweat dribbled down
her wrinkled face.
“Mama, hahaha… So you know the
meaning of obstruct..hehe. Small small
oo, we no sabi big grammar sha”
another friend mocked her.
I remember that word, that was the first
big vocabulary she taught me as a child.
The ecstatic pleasure in her eyes that
night was priceless as I finally
pronounced it. Mother would teach me
the little she knew every night. Yes,
every night throughout my secondary
school years, after which she would
sneak out to work her third job at where
only God knows so as to pay Mr. Know
all, the very expensive master she
employed to coach me in all subjects.
Her wrinkles deepened with frustration
as tears swelled up her eyes. Strangely, I
was happy. The more she suffered, the
more satisfied I became. I couldn’t wait
for her to leave.
“I have not see her in two years, I
remember this house I take for him when
he said he wanted a good place” Her
hands moved in pleading motions like a
beggar asking for alms.
She then stretched her hunger stricken
neck as she managed her last strength
to close up the distance that separated
us despite the restrictions and called out
“Ayinde! My son…. Ayinde are you there?
Your mother is here o. Come out and
take me from this people that are
obstruct me….”
Gesturing to the black nylon sac that had
been sitting on her head all the while,
she proudly said “look I have garri here
for you, and what you like very very well,
dry fish with yam.. Mama kunle our
neighbor say I should give you this …..”
As she spoke, she pressed forward,
almost getting to my entrance, Brown
with great anger then pulled her back
with her wrapper. She fell and her white
undergarment showed face. Not just
that, the black nylon fell and all it’s
contents found their separate ways.
Everyone was amused and laughed.
My mother just sat on the floor too tired
and confused to talk. I saw it all over her
face. Later she initiated to stand. Her
facial muscles squeezed in pain as she
held her now stained wrapper while
rising. Almost gaining her ground, her
buttocks instantly hit the ground again.
A friend had pulled her down.
“All these witches, you won’t relent in
pursuing innocent students!” another
friend said. They then marched closer to
her and took positions around her. I
suddenly realized what these people
could do to my mother. They would strip
her naked and give her some beatings.
I immediately rushed from the window
side towards the door. I reduced my
speed as I got out.
“Tiger! Tiger! Baba Tiger …Tiiiiiiger ” this
was what filled everyone’s mouth as I
strode forward like a real tiger, with eyes
bulged.
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TALES OF A CAMPUS GUY PART 1
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Scrolling down through his phone, this
particular contact caught his attention. He
paused a bit and had an urge to call the
number. With his thumb placed on the green
button of his phone, two unseen forces were
battling inside of him, the first was the voice
telling him to call while the second voice kept
on shouting “don’t call”. He stared at the
number for a while and decided to scroll down.
Having suppressed the urge of wanting to call
the number, the second voice now became
more assertive.
” Why do you want to call her? You know
nothing will come out of the call rather you will
end up feeling bad again”
Just then the first voice crept in “you never can
tell, things might not be as it seems, just dial
the number, for all you know it might not even
connect”.
“Why are you being stupid, thought you have
forgotten about her, or were you not being
sincere to yourself when u said that? The
second voice came shouting.
“All I know is that there is no harm in trying, at
least to confirm things yourself and not based
on hear say” the first voice chipped in it’s quiet
tone.
“For all I care, what is so special about this girl
self, what does she have that others doesn’t
have or are you just being unnecessarily stupid.
Thought it was a mere crush like others, the
second voice was becoming more louder than a
speaker and would want to be seen physically.
“You know it’s not just a mere crush no matter
how you try to make it look so. You know she
is not like others. She is special that’s the final
and unclothed truth, first voice whispered.
“Well if you want to call fine but”…………………… the
second voice submitted .
“Yes, just make the call” came the first voice in
a more louder tune.
Val stretched his left hand and dragged his
phone from under his pillow, scrolled down to
the number and pressed the call button. He
waited for a while before he pressed the speak
out option.
Tuuuuuu! Tuuuuuuu! Came the sound which
was a sign that it was connecting. It rang for a
while and stopped. He tried again for the
second time but the phone was not answered.
He looked at the screen of the phone for a while
and just then came the second voice came
mocking him.
“Mumu! Shebi I told you not to call her, now
see what a fool you have made of yourself.
Don’t you know she might be with her
boyfriend and they will be laughing at you now.
Sometimes I wonder if you are a human. Don’t
call, don’t call and you insisted on calling, now
you have called, shebi you are happy now
‘anuofia’.
“See don’t worry, she might be in class or even
sleeping, or maybe she left her phone in her
room to get something outside, you never can
tell” came the first voice in a calm and
comforting tone.
“Mtcheeewww!! Which kind class be that wey
she no go fit answer or busy the call. Or if na
sleep maybe say she don die for the sleep na
em make she no pick am, monkey” the second
voice kept cursing.
“Just don’t worry, she will see your missed call
and call you back” the first voice comforted.
“If I hear say she no hold that phone for hand
when you dey call her, make I hear say she call
you back, no be only call you back na to call
you front self oloshi” came the second voice
laughing this time.
Feeling very bad and uncomfortable, Val
dropped the phone on his bed and was about
moving outside when the phone started to ring.
His heart skipped a bit as he turned and rushed
back to his bed.
He picked the phone up and to his greatest
disappointment it was Uzo that was calling him.
He hesitated a bit before answering the call.
“Guy how far na?” came Uzo’s voice from the
other end of the phone.
“I dey,” Val replied feeling annoyed.
“You go class today?” Uzo asked.
“Yes.”
“Any class hold?” Uzo continued.
“Yes.”
“Which one be that?”
“I don’t know” Val answered now feeling more
annoyed.
“This one you dey answer me like this, kilode?
Uzo asked.
“Wetin concern you on how I dey sound, Abeg
cut this thing before you go kill my battery for
me” Val retorted .
“Hmmmmm!! E be like say you don dey mad
again” Uzo fired back.
“Eee mak I dey mad, e no concern you, Val
replied and dropped the phone.
Val couldn’t help but feel very annoyed. He
disabled his phone by removing the battery and
placing them under his pillow. He didn’t know
what to think or do. The two voices fighting in
his mind have all fled. And to worsen it all, Uzo
came with his own trouble. “I don’t know why
that guy no dey respect himself”, he murmured.
Still thinking of nothing in particular, his eyes
became heavy and before he could say “purity”
he drifted into another realm, the dream world


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ESCAPADES PART 1
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I promised a while back to regale you with tales
of my various s.excapedes at various times.
What I refer to as “abegi tales”. Well, so sorry I
have not made good my promise, just that I
have been pretty busy with the numerous cares
of life. We all know that no matter how freaky
we are, we still have to live in the mainstream
world and carry out our daily activities no
matter how hard it chaffs or how hard we want
to get down to our freaky lifestyle. Freakiness
can’t be the whole of us, our society hasn’t got
that far yet and even if we can successfully live
that life, we still have to eat.
Yeah, back to the matter. A few months ago,
my cousin living in the United States came
visiting Naija with a couple of his friends. They
are Nigerians too, only that they have spent
almost all their lives abroad. I was responsible
for catering for all of their needs as I would run
errands for my cousin. I daily had to take food
to them in their hotel suit, took them sight-
seeing and generally baby sat them. It wasn’t
that there isn’t a capable male among members
of my immediate or distant family, just that my
cousin trusted me more than anybody. We are
what you would call ‘birds of a feather’’.
Although my cousin is far older than me, we
have been in several excapedes together that
he trusts me more than anybody. And anytime
he comes home to naija, he knows I always got
his back in terms of babes and fun ideas.
I remember one time he was on his master
programme and I was an undergraduate in two
hundred level of the same university. He had
been stuck between two girls, who were at
loggerheads over him. I had extricated him
from that messy situation. Several times he had
F***ed girls with me in the same room. I guess
there is an unspoken attraction between us. If
not for the fact that we are cousins, I guess we
would be Bleeping each other! We were too
much embroiled in our religious upbringing to
cross that invisible barrier. We had virtually
done everything together except the s*x act.
Maybe if we were distant cousins, we would
have F***ed, unfortunately, we are not and
virtually grew up together.
Anyways, my cousin and I had an
understanding. I was his right hand woman. Of
course he knew about my freaky side! He was a
freak himself, so between us it was a kind of
honour among thieves.
My cousin’s Yankee friends were hunks! Built
up and all with six packs and well defined
toned muscles and I eyed them constantly,
imagining what I could do with them behind
closed doors! I couldn’t sum up the courage to
talk to them however and my cousin was just
too busy to be bothered. I also had to be
careful since one of them had his old flame
always visiting.
I decided I would look for a way to at least get
into bed with the shorter one called Kunle, the
one whose old flame was always visiting him.
Their story brought me to the realisation of the
truth in what guys use to say about old flames
‘once dey bee, always dey bee’. Meaning once
you’ve F***ed each other, especially a babe, no
matter what happens and in the right
circumstances, you would always F**K her.
Kunle’s old flame was married with three kids.
She was still a beautiful woman however, busty
and yanshy with curves in the right places.
On this fateful afternoon, I had brought the
guys lunch but my cousin was not in the hotel
suite. I knocked but nobody answered and on
trying the door handle, it slide open so I let
myself in. I was immediately inundated with
F**K sounds coming from inside the room. The
door was wide open and like a zombie, I was
pulled to the very entrance and peeped in. the
sight that met my eyes immediately sent my
Kittycat convulsing and dripping Kittycat juice.
Kunle was a short rotund guy with stumpy legs
and he had a leg each over this beautiful lady’s
Buttocks which was in the air. The sounds I
had been hearing was in two folds. One was the
sound of his groin slamming against the lady’s
Buttocks while the other was the animal sound
emanating out of the lady’s mouth. I couldn’t
see her face as she was facing away from me
but the guy was positioned in such an angle
that I could see the side of his face. His face
was all scrounged up like he was being
tormented and his teeth was gripping his lower
lips as he slammed into this lady’s Kittycat
ferociously.
What finally made up my mind for me was the
sight of his Joystick as he pulled what must
have been no less than 10inch of very thick
man meat out of her hole and raised her head,
handling her dangling Bosom in the process.
She wriggled and was now facing the door and
I had to quickly shift so only a bit of my head
was peeping. By the time I would look again, I
heard her give a loud scream as with a smack
he was back inside her. He continued Bleeping
his Joystick deep into her and I must have
made an unconscious noise because he looked
up and straight into my eyes. I was so
mesmerised that I could not take my eyes off
the scene. My left hand had found its way
inside my pants and I was busy rubbing my clit
feverishly even as I stared open mouthed at
Kunle F**K his ex all the while knowing he was
looking at me too.
I watched as mouth open, her eyes rolled back
in her head as he thrusts and thrusts into her
Kittycat, Bleeping his B***h, all the while looking
at me. Drool was now running out of his ex’s
mouth. She lowered her head to the floor which
only raised her Buttocks higher and let what
was the remaining of his Joystick slide deeper
into her swollen Kittycat.
‘’Arrrgggggg’’ she screamed as she must have
felt the additional inch of Joystick that slide
inside her and then he stopped moving and
leaning forward, pulled her sharply back by the
braids on her head causing her back to arch
the more and I guess more of his Joystick to
slide further in. She screamed again and again
and again as like a machine he increased the
force and intensity of his thrusts all the while
looking at me. I had Pour violently by this time,
imagining it was me under him being
pummelled the way his ex was being
pummelled. I had to stifle a loud moan as
Kittycat juice filled my fingers and I definitely
saw a wicked smile on his face as he obviously
knew that I had Pour. it was as if I was glued to
where I was as I didn’t leave even after
cumming. I kept on watching. After minutes of
serious pounding from him and screams from
the lady, all the veins in his neck stood out as
he grunted and letting go of her head to grip
her hips, he slammed violently into her and
gave an animal grunt as he began to fill her
insides with his own seed, stream after stream
filled her Kittycat and I watched as she began
to shake and spasm as she went into a violent
orgasm eyes bulging screaming with veins
extending from her neck she has an orgasm
that must have been totally out of this world.
After he was done, his massive head rested on
her back, his Joystick still oozing Pour into her
Kittycat, still watching me. They lay there like
that for a few minutes before his deflated
Joystick popped out with an audible sound. I
watched as she crawled out from underneath
him and turned to position her mouth under his
Pour drenched Joystick. Then she did
something I would never have expected from
someone like her. I watched as she licked his
Joystick clean of their Pour mixture plastered to
his Joystick like a good B***h. That got me
totally hot again!

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FIRST TIME FOR VICKY PART 1
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But he is over 60 years old, said
Guy.
Well maybe he is but he is in great shape, his
body looks
more like he is 40. Guy, all my lady friends
say
that you boys
don’t become men until age 40 and Carlo has
20
years of experience
as a man, so he has the experience to teach
our
daughter what
she needs to know in order to be popular
with
high school boys and men in general.
Jean, how are we going to get Vicky to go
along
with this? After all she like all the other kids
and
people in general
think that young is good and anything over
40 is
bad, said
Guy.
Guy, you and I will have to do a little brain
washing. we will
talk to her about the benefits of learning
about
s*x from an
older man.
Jean, how will we convince Carlo Giovanni to
teach our Vicky about s*x? he is rather
conservative, Italian/American, grandfather
and I
am not sure he would look at another
woman.
Guy, his wife hasn’t slept with him in years
and if
he is a red
Blooded, Italian male, he is hot and Hot.
Leave
him to me and
I will convince him. He also likes Vicky a lot.
Do
you remember
how he played with her in their pool last
summer
at the company picnic? They could not stop
touching each other while
they played in the water. Since there were so
many people in the pool, Carlo didn’t think
anyone would notice.
The next day the front door slammed close
as
Vicky entered the house after school. Vicky,
what
the problem, dear, her mother asked? Vicky
ran
into her bedroom crying. Her mother
follows her into the room and sits next to
Vicky on
the bed.
Jean, just sits there and waits for Vicky to
calm
down.
Oh mother I hate high school none of the
boys
even look at me and I got cut from the cheer
leader tryouts.
Vicky, I need to
talk to you about your problem. Will you
listen to
me and
quit crying, please.
Yes, mother I will listen.
Well Vicky you
need to learn about boys and s*x.
Yes, mother I agree. I don’t
know much about those two subjects, but I
don’t
know how to go about
learning. Most of the high school kids are all
talk.
They don’t
know Sh*t and from I hear from other girls,
boys
don’t do anything
for their girlfriend, only for themselves.
Vicky, now that you are growing up I am
going to
tell you some
things I did when I was your age and even
younger. Well my best friend and I both
made the
cheerleaders squad, when she
lost her cherry to the captain of the varsity
football team. A
good looking guy by the name of Josh
Logan. Well
it was a very
bad experience for her. He did it in the back
seat
of his dad’s car in the high school parking lot
after
the game. He didn’t take his time to make
sure
she was ready, he just rammed it in and
did his thing and took her home in pain, both
physical and psychological.
I talked to my mom and told her about what
happened. But mom was from the old school,
s*x
was bad, but
necessary and only after you got married.
So I asked my aunt
Sue, she was a lot younger than mom and
being
dad’s sister, she
was a lot more with it than mom. Since aunt
sue
had never got
married and had lots of boy friends, I just
knew
she could help
me understand about boys and s*x. Aunt Sue
told me that having s*x with boys was like
taking
a ride in a high powered car without any
brakes,
fast acceleration but no control. A dangerous,
one
with little or no consideration for your
pleasure
and welfare. Aunt Sue said it was important
that
the first time you had s*x that it was a good
experience. Aunt
Sue said that males don’t grow up to become
men until the age
of 40. These men are better partners for
women
of any age, but
in particular for girls with little or no
experience,
because:
1) they have more experience
2) they understand women and our bodies
better
3) they have more patience, are not in a big
rush
4) they want to please us
5) they are less likely to be focused on only
pleasing themselves,
6) they are less likely to be wrapped up in
their
career, their job, and themselves
7) they know more about the mechanics of
s*x
and how to
adapt this knowledge to meet our needs and
their.
more likely to cooperate with you when you
desire to
become a mom, by planting his seed where
and
when it
will do the most good.
9) they make better dad’s because they have
grown up
enough to realize how important it is to be a
good
dad
and will spend as much time as possible at
home
with you
and the kids.
God mom, I never though about these things,
but
they seem
to make sense. But dad is the only older man
I
know, but you and I know that dad and I are
too
much alike for me to be comfortable with and
he
is after all my dad and I cannot
do anything with my dad, no way!
Vicky, there is another mature male you
know,
just think about it for a while and when you
remember who he is come
talk to me about him. When Vicky was in bed
her
mother looked in to say good night and Vicky
said
mom could it be
dad’s boss Carlo?
Yes, dear you are exactly right.
Well mom
Carlo is a lot of fun and he so nice and nice
looking too.
But, I so seldom see him that even if I
wanted to it
would not be
possible.
Vicky, I think i can help you in this matter,
but
only for you
to spend some quality time with Carlo,
everything
else will
have to be up to you.
Mom, didn’t I hear you tell dad that
in spite of the fact that his wife doesn’t sleep
with
him any
more he doesn’t have any lady friends.
Yes, dear I did say that, but when there is a
will
there is a way. I know Carlo
likes you a lot! Remember your time in the
pool
with him last year at the company picnic?
Yea, that’s right we had a
good old time hugging, pushing, shoving and
of
course splashing each other.
Vicky, I happen to know that Carlo has to go
to
California
for some business, at Stanford University the
same date you
have your trip for that awesome soccer
tournament in the same
area of the state. your dad and I cannot go
because of some
of our best friends are coming to visit us that
week end. Well it seems that the team mom
and
the coach said that a
relative from each family had to travel with
each
player
on this trip. I was going to call your aunt, but
I
think I can
talk Carlo into being your uncle for the week
end.
Remember the last soccer trip? Due to the
fact
you
girls didn’t get any sleep because you talked
to
each other all night, you ran out of gas and
lost
in the final so now the coach want each girl
in her
own room with
only her adult family member.
Vicky, I need you to be honest with me. Now
tell
me the truth,
are you still a virgin?
Mother, how could you ask me such
a personal question?
Yes, I know dear but it is a very important
question, so tell me the truth.
Well all right,
I am sure you will be glad to hear that I am. I
am
glad Vicky,
I didn’t want you to have a very unpleasant
experience your
first time.
Well Vicky, I am going to make an
appointment
for you with
my doctor and have him put you on the pill
right
away.
And Vicky I will arrange it so we will have
Carlo over for
dinner one night and see if he need someone
to
man his nice,
large, sail boat. He told me no one in his
family
wanted to
sail, so he was unable to do what he loves so
much, sailing.
Mom, that sounds so neat. You know that I
have
been dying to
sail on his type of boat. All that time I spent
learning how to sail during that class the
country
club offered last
summer, will help me a lot.
Mom, this is interesting but I do not think i
can
pull
this off. I don’t have enough experience.
Vicky,
you are
very pretty and have a great body, no man
will be
able
to resist you, but first we must buy you some
clothes
that will make you irresistible. The first thing
we
buy is
some very hot, bikinis, thongs and bras.

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MY ENCOUNTER WITH A JW (Jehovah’s Witness) PART 1
(18+)
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It was a bright Saturday morning….I woke
up around 6am after a
long day at work the previous day, as
usual, I brushed, picked up
my booth and jersey, called Sesan from the
other flat……….”Guy, its
time for field”……………….
We walked down to a secondary school
pitch close to our house
(That’s where guys play soccer every
weekend)……..There were
not too much people for set that day so we
ended a bit early like
around after 10. I went home straight with
sesan and two other
guys from the field but instead of the guys
to go to their house
straight, they decided to chill a bit at my
place. We were so tired.
Four of us decided to sit outside my house
and started gisting
about different things, from politics to girls
and football but
football takes the other of the day…Our
discussion was not without
some chilled spirit and sprite mixture
couple with some fried meat
which my girlfriend prepared for me for the
weekend.
Suddenly, the someone opened our main
gate, for my mind
“oooohhhh, this people have come
again”…..Sesan quickly said
“Guy, abeg I dey go shower abeg”…………All
the other guys started
grumbling too…..i had no option than to
wait as they started
approaching us and I couldn’t stand up
again as it will be so
embarrassing to them………..”Awon oloshe
wo leleyi gan”…………It
was two guys and a lady that walked into
my compound….the two
guys carried hand bag which comes from
their shoulder down the
side of their thigh…..One of them was on
suit fully kitted while the
other put on just pant trouser, shirt and tie
to match it up. The lady
put on a blue shirt and black skirt with a
black big bag..no make
up or anything.
Ordinarily, this was not the first time am
seeing them coming to
preach for me but I was not just in the
mood that day at all………
they approached us and it was all joke here
and there…they preach
a bit and we sometimes change it to
politics with them and talk
about life generally…..Jokes do come in at
interval and the lady
seems to be a bit friendly likewise the guys
too……what we thought
will be a boring moment was actually all
fun except from the fact
that we were drinking and offered them
part of it which they
declined. They even preached to us to stop
drinking as it was not
a good idea and is a sin to God…”Oga,
leave that even Jesus
turned water to wine”………………
Before we knew it, it was almost like an
hour we have been
discussing, they gave us one of their
pamphlet to read through and
digest as they make their way out of the
compound..It was during
this moment one of the guy said
Guy 1: “Guy, una no see dat babe bottom…
see as e dey roll they
go, this is bad mehn”
Guy 2: Una think say I dey listen to the
preaching before? Na her
endowed bweast I just dey look since
oooo….the babe carry no be
small
Me:Na God go save una…..this one na JW
ooooo…..dem no dey do
that kind thing oooo
Guy 1: Forget that one abeg, na dem dey
do am pass
Guy 2: Tolu na confirm SU oooooo………………
and u no hw many
times I don collect pass for her body
Me: which Tolu b that?
Guy 2 : The same one wey you know
now….wey dey stay Anthony
street..
Guy 1: Na lieu
Me:Guy, $get that one, no be the same tolu
wey I know…..the babe
dey too saint jare and no be like you she fit
fall for
Guy 2: Una dey doubt me?
Me: Yes now…………..who go believe you…..
He brought out his phone, scroll to the
picture gallery..what we
saw was alarming…different pics of tolu
lying down on his bed, the
one they snapped together and all sort of
romantic bed mood
pictures..we were totally convinced that he
has actually done
something with Tolu and it was a great
surprise to us. (That’s life,
never trust any babe…………ALL BABE HAVE
THEIR PASSWORD,
ONCE U ARE A GOOD HACKER, U CAN
DEFINITELY HACK THEIR
SYSTEM, GET THEIR PASSWORD FOR
FREE ACCESS).

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THE FIRST DAY I TOAST A GIRL PART 1
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I wz drinking with my guy called ojoto,we
re gisting abt so many things and we re
laughing like mad people in the market
square,soon one pretty damsel pass
infront of us and i wz lost in her
hot,beautiful and sexy body.i started
moping at her like a morron.i wz tempted
to talk to her but i dnt knw how to
approach her in the first place. Ojoto
notice my mood… OJOTO:hey igwe! Are u
okay? ME:*i regain myself immediately*
OJOTO:na dat babe wey pass us now,na
im make u got lost abi na wat? ME:my guy
i don dey fall for her but i no get the liver
to talk to her oooo.s–t!my guy help me
now.. OJOTO:wat do u want me to do?
ME:code her for me. OJOTO:again! Guy i
no fit do am.u don mature enough to toast
babe naw..at dis ur age,u no sabi how to
toast babe….shame on u! ME:u be my padi
naw abeg,do am for me. OJOTO:wetin i go
do na to call am for u but i wouldnt toast
her for u oooo! ME:guy u want to disgrace
me? U knw say i never try am for my
life.as u say so,no problem,call am for me
naw*ojoto left.my mind started beating like
MTN transformer.i wz lost in thought abt
wat to tell her.a kind of sweat dat wz
guishing out of my body can be use to
make tea…my blood is very hot in dat
minute.all my body wz just vibrating*wat
will i do if dis girl finally land here?hw will i
convince her?hw wil i go abt it*my brain
wz just shaking as if they are frying pop-
corn on my head*gush! God plz help me
ooooo…………….

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