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I stared at her nudity. Specifically, I liked the way her boobs stood firm on her chest, refusing to flatten out even though she was laying on her back.

Her nipples were large and hard, standing straight up from the base of her relatively small and very pinkish areolas. Her tiny waist and flat tummy led down to a set of perfectly shaped hips and long, finely formed legs.

I stared at the thick, scanty strands of pubic hair at the junction of her thighs.

She worked the folds of her vagina open with her fingers as if she too was set to examine herself more closely. The inner lips of her cunt were swollen with excitement and protruded beyond the thick outer lips.

I began to massage the area with a lubricating oil I had brought along. Apple laid back on the bed and moved her hands out of my way, giving me total control. After I finished the massage with some gentle strokes to both sets of vagina lips, I got ready for the task at hand, which she too eagerly awaited.

I spread her legs wide apart as I made her knees to move back a little. I then placed myself between her legs. She had a beautiful vagina, and she was set and hot for a good fucking. Leaning forward, I planted a light kiss right at the top of her pubic mound.

I moved down and side-tracked the seat of her pleasure and began to lightly kiss and lick the insides of her thighs, switching from one side to the other, immersing my sensations in the soft feel of her skin, the taste of her light perfume, the odor of sexual excitement oozing from her waiting vagina.

I put my hands under her ass and gently lifted her bum off the bed. I began to kiss her firm boobs, occasionally nipping them lightly with my teeth. She was shaking with passion. I could tell that she wanted my mouth on her pussy.

I wanted her to wait for it so as to enjoy it more later and so I continued to tease her.

"Hmn, Alex," she moaned, "stop teasing me like that."

"Like what do you mean?"

"You should know what I want... please."

"You have to tell me what you want. Stay it specifically. I want to hear you say it."

She was breathing hard and her hips were rolling slightly as she sought to press her vagina into my face. She did not want to say the words, but I very much wanted her to say them.

I continued to kiss and nip the area all around her highly desirous sex flesh without contacting it directly.

"Lick me," she moaned. “Do it the way you did the other time.”

I licked the flesh of her thigh.

"No. That’s not what I mean. I want you to ... lick my... " her words trailed off.

"Lick your what, Apple?" I poked.

"Alright, lick my vagina," she said slowly.

I grinned and moved my mouth over her gash, which was now coming out with a steady trickle of thick feminine liquid which meandered slowly down her body from the base of her vagina, leaving a slimy trail across her tightly furrowed back door.

The strong, musky flavor of her sex was like an energizer for me. It was one which which I had gone too long without. I started to slowly, but firmly, caress her major labia with my tongue, working first one side and then the other.

Her response showed that she liked this very much, which she indicated by raising her hips up off the bed to stimulate the pressure. I continued with the tongue massage. Seconds later, I changed the act, taking as much of one of her thick outer vagina lips into my mouth as possible and then sucking on it.

Her supple flesh was expectedly responsive to my action. I took her part between my lips. This made me to come into contact with the highly sensitive inner surface of her major labial folds with my lips and tongue; which I moved back and forth in my act.

Apple began to make rhythmic moaning sounds from her throat. At this pace, she was going to come right now, but I had not even got to her clit yet. Her eyes were shut tight and she had gripped my body. Her hips were in almost constant motion now, making it a real raw deal for me to stay with her.

Her breathing was coming between closed mouth as her first induced orgasm loamed into sight.

I continued to work on her outer lips one at a time. The action was to suck them into my mouth, pull them away from her crotch, cause her to lift her hips off the bed to stay with me; and ultimately work them with my tongue. At the same time, I was also using the index finger of my right hand to very gently caress the outer edges of her inner labia.

I did that carefully, avoiding her clit. Her natural juices and my saliva had combined to make a real wetland out of her vagina. A small slick was forming on the bed beneath her bum. I could savor the taste and smell of feminine flesh. Besides, her moans became a symphony of sexual desire in my ears.

Continuously, she moaned her pleasure now, her head moving from side to side on the bed. In between her action, she was also muttering about how good it felt and how close she was to coming. I replaced my finger action with my tongue.

I modified my method and began to run my tongue quickly and lightly all around her inner vagina lips, mopping her clitoral ridge as I did.
Intermittently, I would use the tip of my tongue to lick the slick flesh between those inner lips and the thicker outer lips, using my fingers to explore the area I was smooching with my mouth.

She began to come with her whole body experiencing something like the paroxysm of ecstasy. She relaxed the passion as wave after wave of pleasure shook her. As soon as I felt that she was about to come, I began to flick the head of her very erect, very large clitoris with quick strokes of the tip of my tongue.

Apple moaned as her pleasure sensors overwhelmed her. From what I could observe, I could tell when to soft peddle a little and let her come down. I still maintained my act with my tongue and lips but I avoided direct contact with her clit for the moment, noting that it had returned into its folds of skin, though the flesh was still firm and erect beneath its shielding covering.

Her body was still heaving, though not with the force of a few moments ago. Her hands were caressing my head, her fingers running through my hair.

I looked up at her and saw that she was looking down at me from between her high, proud, breasts with a dreamy smile of sexual satisfaction on her face. "Wow, Alex. This feeling I have is awesome."




Love to Lust: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/love_to_lust/37678

I was sitting up in bed, slowly jacking my rod while reading a story about this high brow investment banker whose heretofore unknown father died and left him to inherit a few billion dollars, when a knock sounded at my door along with some muffled question that I couldn’t quite hear.

I was rather engrossed in a part when the main character woke up in his new penthouse apartment spooned behind his busty Australian personal assistant, started making out with her, and started to burrow his thick shaft deep into her wet tunnel, so without looking up I called out a querying, “Yeah?”

My bedroom door opened, Bukky walked in, asking, “Hey squirt, have you seen my—- My goodness!”

I jerked my eyes a way from the iPad, gawking in shock to find my big cousin in my bedroom while I had my hand around my dick. I was dressed only in my pajama trousers, but those had been pushed down to mid-thigh to give me free access to my upright shaft, and then it was my turn to exclaim, “Aw goodness, Bukky! What are you DOING in here?”

“I asked if it was alright for me to come in! you said ‘yes’!”

She waved her arms for emphasis but made no move to leave the room. Instead, she continued gawking at my crotch, and more specifically at the erection still bobbing around seeing as I was incomprehensibly more embarrassed about the sex story and was busy trying to hit the iPad lock button and make it Go a way . Only then did I remember to yank my pajama trousers all the way up.

“I don’t remember saying ‘yes’!” I said tersely, blushing bright pink.

With my dick now out of sight, Bukky finally brought her gaze up to my face. “Well you did,” she said defensively. “I would never just barge in here without asking. I know for SURE there’s a 50/50 chance of you doing ... well ... exactly What you were doing ... just now.”

“Okay, okay, Whatever. Let’s try to pretend you never saw anything.” I grimaced, recognizing that I had been distracted and quite possibly had replied in the affirmative without realizing it.
“What d'you want?”

“I ... uhhh...” My big cousin looked stumped for a moment, having clearly forgotten What she’d come here to ask. She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember as she stared off into the middle-distance.

But then her gaze tracked across my bare-naked torso, down my six-pack abs, and to the bulge in my pajama trousers that hadn’t gone a way , and her mouth went slack a bit.

I sighed, still on edge. realizing that this is What it must feel like to have really big boobs while wearing a low-cut top, I gestured with both hands and muttered, “My eyes are up here, Bukky.”

My big cousin blinked twice, jerked her gaze up to my face, and winced. And then without another word, she fled the room.

Our parents had alway s told us not to Go to bed angry. Residual animosity from a fight would fester overnight and become even worse. When lined up like a set of dominoes, each tile slightly bigger than the last, even the smallest offense could ultimately bring down a mountain ... or something. I was never sure about Dad’s analogy.

As a whole, my cousins and I hadn’t been doing a very good job of listening to that advice. For weeks now Bukky had been holing herself up in her room, stewing in her own hatred and frustration at our situation, and neither Arin nor I had done much to draw her out. We used to be good at that sort of thing back when all three of us lived at home. But after moving out to Go to college, I suppose we had gotten out of the habit.

The point is: I knew Bukky was feeling weird and awkward, and I didn’t want those feelings to fester. We had just gotten her to be a functioning, participative member of our family, and I was scared she would retreat back to hiding into her cave all day every day.

Bukky’s door was closed, obviously. It was almost midnight and we all had Zoom classes in the morning. Arin would be asleep by now, and I had been trying to squeeze out a last ejaculation before Going to bed myself. I knocked twice and waited for her to let me in.

She didn’t.

I waited about fifteen seconds, knocked again, and this time added, “Bukky? It’s me. can we talk?”

“Go away .”

“C’ome on, Bukky...”

“What do you want?”

“I just want to talk to you.”

There was a short pause before she replied, “It was my fault. I’m sorry for barging in on you. just Go back to your room and jerk off and we’ll forget the whole thing happened, alright?”

I took a deep breath, weighing her wish for me to just Go a way and forget everything against my concern that we hadn’t actually resolved anything. “Bukky, please? Talk to me.”

“We’re talking.”

“Can’t you let me in?”

There was silence.

I waited her out, giving her some time to process. Ten seconds turned into twenty, and then thirty. But just when I was about to ask again, the door popped open and Bukky stood there with a stricken look on her face.

Before I could say a word, she waved me in, and I headed for her desk chair while she closed the door behind me.

My big cousin returned to her bed and sat cross-legged atop it, looking at me expectantly. “you wanted to talk? Talk.”

“I just want to make sure everything’s cool between me and you,” I explained. “I couldn’t be sure of that standing on the other side of your door.”

“It’s fine. We’re cool. And if that’s it, I’d like to Go to bed now.” Bukky gestured for me to leave.

I kept my butt firmly planted in the chair. Arching an eyebrow, I gave her a skeptical look and asked, “What’s inappropriate?”

“What’s inappropriate?” she scoffed. “What’s inappropriate? EVERYTHING’S inappropriate! I’ve been cooped up in this banging house for almost two banging months, scared of a virus that will quite literally kill me if I catch it while half the friends on my Facebook feed are out and about acting as if everything in the world is banging normal, even though we all know that BOTH of Bibiana’s grandparents died of this thing, Kevin’s older brother got over it but can’t run FIFTY feet without getting winded, and now Ashley’s entire family has it!

What’s inappropriate?!? We’re in the middle of a banging pandemic, I’ll probably never see half my college friends ever again, I haven’t gotten laid since three days before being sent home, I havenobanging clue when I’ll be able to even touch another man for the rest of my life, and my little brother has a big bangING cock I can’t get out of my banging MIND! that’S What’s inappropriate!”

For the first half of my cousin’s rant, I had been mentally formulating a response that would address her concerns over the uncertainty of the situation, explaining that we were all in this together and that even though

Arin and I didn’t have immune system issues like she did, we would never abandon her and would al way s be here to take care of her. But then the last part of her rant hit me, and all those coherent statements flew right out the window.

I blinked rapidly, my jaw dropped to the floor, and I just sort of gaped at her like a fish flopping on the deck.



Home Alone: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/home-alone-with-steamy-cousins/43005

"Two men forced their way into the house, struck and tied up Mrs. Sunmonu and took Vivian. Can you come here and meet with us? Your father is on the way here now."

"Yes, I'll be there as soon as I can. How bad is mummy injured?"

"She was struck in the head and will require a few stitches. The paramedics are on the way."

"My former wife, Deola, may be behind this. She's been asking to see Vivian and I've refused."

"Mrs. Sunmonu gave us those details and the Sagamu police are going to her house now. There was a ransom note left so this may be unrelated to Ms. Stella."

"She also works at a hospital facility so the police should check there for her."

He gave Sergeant Norman the name of the facility.

As soon as the Sergeant hung up, Tade called Bukky. After several moment s of crying, she promised to come home immediately so they could go up together. She had been at the studio editing videos.

During the drive up, Bukky explained that her brothers knew many of the police Sergeant in that area and also knew people who might have done this.

Bukky called Debo and asked him to meet her at the Sunmonu's house. The news stunned him and he said he would bring the brothers.

There were three police cars, an emergency response unit and Debo's car there when Tade and Bukky arrived. They ran immediately into the arms of Ireti and Steve.

Everyone was crying and having a very difficult time talking. The paramedic had temporarily bandaged Ireti's head but she would have to go with them to be sutured. She had refused to leave until Tade arrived.

Through her tears, Ireti was able to describe what happened. "We had just come from Vivian's doctor appointment and she went up to play in her room. I heard the doorbell ring and answered it thinking it was probably a service man that Steve forgot to tell me was coming.

I didn't even think about looking at the security monitor. Two men dressed in jeans and masks forced their way through the door as soon as I opened it.

“They pointed a gun at me. I turned and ran to the security box and pushed the alarm before they hit me, I guess with the pistol. That's all I remember until the police came. They had tied me up with duct tape. Vivian was missing and a note was left on her bed."

The Sergeant handed Tade the note that was in a transparent evidence pouch.

It said, "To recover your daughter unharmed, you must pay ten million naira. Prepare the money and you will receive instructions in two days."

Debo, Adebisi, and Bade were standing near the kitchen talking with Inspector Ganiyu. Debo asked to see the security video. The policemen took him to the equipment room and played the security tapes of a man striking Ireti before running upstairs to Vivian's room and returning downstairs with Vivian wrapped in a blanket.

They both left immediately. The outside cameras saw them going down to the river path and disappearing along the bank.
Debo asked, "Can you turn the volume up all the way? I want to hear anything they might have said."

They watched the tapes again and heard the man downstairs yell to hurry up and that the police were on the way. The alarm was going off and obscured any other conversation; but they could hear Vivian screaming.

"Inspector Ganiyu, would you mind if we make a copy of these videos and show them to our buddies at the CID? Their lab can remove the alarm sound so we can hear them much better."

"That'd be fine, Debo. I need to keep the originals but if they need them, have them call me. Also have them send me a copy of their final product. You three guys know a lot of people in this area. Do you have any idea who these two might be?"

Debo looked at Adebisi and Bade and all shook their heads. But Debo was lying and thought he knew the man who hit Ireti and came upstairs for Vivian. Some of his guys would know for sure.

The Inspector put in, "The Sagamu Police Department will assist us on this investigation. Our little department can't do the job they can."

Tade's phone rang and he recognized it as Deola calling.

Tade yelled into the phone, "Are you behind this?"

"No I'm not Tade." He could tell she was crying.

"The police are here now and told me what happened. I'd never do that, Tade. You've got to believe me. Vivian is the most important person in my life; and I'd never do something like this to her. The police have asked me to go with them for questioning. Can you come be with me? I'm so scared."

"Let me talk to the Sergeant."

"Mr. Sunmonu, this is Sergeant James Ayila, Sagamu Police Department. We are taking Ms. Stella to our headquarters for questioning. She has declined legal representation, but her father is meeting us there."

"I'll come also."

He quickly told everyone what Deola said.

"Bukky, can you go with me?"

"Of course."

Debo said, "We're going to the CID office and see whether we can clean up the security video. Call me, Bukky, with any news and we'll do the same for you."

As soon as the three brothers were in the car, they called each of their team leaders. They were told that they and their men must be at the office within one hour.

Absolutely everyone must be there and no excuses would be accepted. Debo drove as quickly as he could; and almost everyone was there in the meeting room when they arrived. By the time they set up the video player and loaded the tape, all 24 of their men were in the room.

"Guys, my little sister's four-year old daughter was kidnapped a few hours ago." Preciousd moans and curses rolled through the room. "We have this video from the home security system. Their faces are covered but look at the tattoo on the one guy's neck and listen to the voice of the man yelling upstairs. I hope we know them."





Scents of Lust: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/scents-of-lust/30175

I hate when I was asked to hazard a guess.

“Sorry, I’ll rather not guess.”

“Alright, this is Apple on the line.”

I should have thought so. “Ah, Apple. How’s everything?”

She chuckled. “Fine, except that I miss you.”

I was surprised to hear that. “But I just left your place not too long ago!”

“That’s quite true. All the same, I’ve started missing you.”

I chuckled. I would not fall for that sexual ensnarement so cheaply. “I won’t be able to come today. I need to be with my family.”

“I can understand. Until tomorrow, then.”

“Yes, until tomorrow. My regards to Evelyn.”

“Okay, see you, love.”

She disjoined the line. I shook my head and told myself how naughty and salacious I had become. These ladies were the ones who would meet focus on other things apart from, I reasoned.

After closing from work, I drove home straight. There, I had a lot of explanations to do to Jenni. She looked at me curiously. I had to use my most convincing tone to make my story tenable.

“Oh, sorry darling,” she said sympathetically.

“What a bad experience you’ve gone through.”

That was how I was able to explain myself out of trouble, even though I gave a web of lies. The following morning, I was back to work. Few minutes after ten in the morning, Apple called again.

“So, are we meeting today?” she asked.

“Yes, we can. I’m actually looking forward to it. All the same, let me say pointedly that I do not wish to sleep over in your place again.”

“Oh, no, I do not even want us to meet in that house. our meeting should just be you and me; and it should be a discrete place.”

I grinned. Apple wanted me to herself only, no doubt. “Okay. Do you have any place as to where we can meet in mind?”

“Yes,” she answered almost excitedly. “Let’s meet at the club where you used to meet Augusta.”

I nodded. “That will not be a problem. Let’s meet there by six p.m. today.”

“Okay, see you, lover-boy.”

“See you, baby girl.”

I was at the club at the agreed time. A couple of minutes after I got there, Apple came to join me. We wasted no time in lodging in a room to have our privacy. She was ready for me as much as I was ready for her.

I drew her to me and kissed her with my hands handling her boobs. I made her to lie on the bed while I stooped over her. I made it a duty to complete strip her and myself naked.
I stared at her nudity.

Specifically, I liked the way her boobs stood firm on her chest, refusing to flatten out even though she was laying on her back. Her nipples were large and hard, standing straight up from the base of her relatively small and very pinkish areolas.

Her tiny waist and flat tummy led down to a set of perfectly shaped hips and long, finely formed legs. I stared at the thick, scanty strands of pubic hair at the junction of her thighs.




Love to Lust: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/love_to_lust/37678