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HOME ALONE WITH MY STEP-BROTHER
EPISODE 1
.

My mum: Lola, guess what?
Me: what is it mum? You know I’m
not good at guessing (so anxious)
My mum: well, Demola my fiancee just
proposed to me, I’m getting married
(with excitement, showing me the
engagement
ring)
Me: wow! Congrats mum, I’m happy
for you….. (Hugged her with
happiness) Well, its all started there…
My name is
Omolola but you can call me Lola for
short, I’m 18 years old, I finished my
ssce last year and I’ve wrote jamb
like twice but no luck. My mum is 37
years old, she had me when she was just 18
years
old, she works with an
insurance company. My Dad is late, I
never even got to meet him before he
died. I heard he had an accident or
something. Anyway, Demola is my
mum’s boyfriend whom she’s been dating for
3
years now. Demola
is also a single dad, he has a son
named Daniel. Daniel is 21 years old, a
student, a very flirty and handsome
boy. Daniel is friendly, he takes me
like a sister, in short we are close, very close
but
something happened
between us that almost ruined our
parent’s relationship and our family
as a whole.
This is how it all started….
Eventually my mum and Demola got
married, everybody was so happy,
we moved into a new house, I now
have someone to call dad, I have a
brother too even tho he is my step
brother. We moved into a very big house, a
five
bedroom duplex in
Lagos. I have my own room, Daniel
has his own room of course, what do
you expect? We started living
together as family, after the wedding
our parent didn’t go for their honeymoon cos
of
the nature of their
job, so they postponed it to when they would
have enough time.
I enjoyed the company of Daniel and his
father,
we were so close. I have a boyfriend,
yes I have a boyfriend, infact I’m not a virgin,
so
don’t be surprised. I lost my virginity at the
age
of
16 to a
youth corper way back in secondary
school, whom I dated for few months
before he left me to his hometown.
Daniel on the other hand is a flirt, he’s cute
as in
very cute, he has
numerous girlfriend, he bleeps them
anyhow, he brings in different girls to
the house, his room is full of condoms
infact he’s a pervert, those stupid girls flirts
with
him a lot, they throw themselves to him so
cheap.
One day I was at home alone, my
mum got back from the office early
that day. I was surprised…
Me: hahaha, mummy what happened?
You came home so early today.
My mum: Abi jare, I’ve been given one week
leave
to go for my honeymoon, finally.
Me: (surprised) honeymoon ke, what
do you mean?
My mum: Me and your step father wanted to
surprise you guys.
Me: how?
My mum: We are going on honeymoon
tomorrow.
We are
travelling to South Africa for our honeymoon,
and
its gonna last for one
week.
Me: Haba mummy, this is not a
surprise now. I don’t like it this way
cos its too sudden.
My mum: Sweetheart, I’m sorry it has to be
like
this… After this
honeymoon we are planning on a
family vacation to Dubai.
Me: okay ooo. I’m happy for you, but
you should have informed me earlier,
I would have gone to grandma’s
place.
My mum: Noooo! You should stay at
home with your step brother now,
since he’s around, you wont be the
only one.
Me: okay sha.
Well, I wasn’t happy at first but later
I realised it is for my own advantage
ooo. This is an opportunity for me to
invite my new boyfriend over, my
boyfriend Festus is a student of Unilag,
we started dating just 2 months and we’ve
never
had an opportunity to
have sex….

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God forbid

S£X SEDUCTION PART 1 .
Can a daughter and her father seduce each other without s-xWatch out!! (18+) I was eighteen, fresh out of high school, when I went away to college. While I was in college, I met this real hot babe. Her name was Ruth, and the same age as I was. We were soon living together, and because of our strong attraction for each other, we didn’t act wildly like a lot of the other students, we just kept more to ourselves, and kept ourselves pretty busy going to classes, studying, and especially having s- x together so that we could devote most of our time to our studies.Because of our closeness with each other, we finally figured that we should make our very close relationship legal. So we finally got married the semester before we graduated.Because of her, I knew that I no longer had any worries about my s-x life because she kept me very well sexually fulfilled. But we did hold off having children until we could get fairly established in our fields.What triggered it was, the day, we went to a birthday party for a very small and young relative. While we were there, Ruth was having a ball playing with all the little kiddies there.When we got home from the party, Ruth threw all of her birth control pills in the trash, and announced that we were going to have a child of our own. Of course I didn’t object, and less than a year later, our daughter, Diane, was born.But something happened to Ruth during the delivery. Afterwards, she found that having s-x was sometimes just too painful and she no longer seemed to enjoy it.She went to a couple of doctors who examined her, but could find nothing wrong. They gave her some pills, but they didn’t seem to help much either.I continued to bear with her problem for several more years until I couldn’t stand it anymore having s-x with Ruth only about once a month or even less. I was right on the verge of divorce when she was offered a good job offer quite far away. I didn’t want to move because of my own work and the nice house that we owned. So that night we sat down and talked it over. She finally decided to leave Diane here with me so that she could continue to be in her own familiar surroundings with all of her own friends and wouldn’t have to suffer the trauma of moving away to a strange new place. She also decided that we would go ahead and file for a no fault divorce, and she would just move away and leave nearly everything to me since I would be having full custody of Diane.Since I now had to take care of Diane all by myself and take care of the house, I found I had very little time left over for dating, and the longer I went without female companionship, it seemed the hornier I became.Of course, I did date once in a while, but it seemed that none of them ever really panned out.
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S£X SEDUCTION PART 1 .
Can a daughter and her father seduce each other without s-xWatch out!! (18+) I was eighteen, fresh out of high school, when I went away to college. While I was in college, I met this real hot babe. Her name was Ruth, and the same age as I was. We were soon living together, and because of our strong attraction for each other, we didn’t act wildly like a lot of the other students, we just kept more to ourselves, and kept ourselves pretty busy going to classes, studying, and especially having s- x together so that we could devote most of our time to our studies.Because of our closeness with each other, we finally figured that we should make our very close relationship legal. So we finally got married the semester before we graduated.Because of her, I knew that I no longer had any worries about my s-x life because she kept me very well sexually fulfilled. But we did hold off having children until we could get fairly established in our fields.What triggered it was, the day, we went to a birthday party for a very small and young relative. While we were there, Ruth was having a ball playing with all the little kiddies there.When we got home from the party, Ruth threw all of her birth control pills in the trash, and announced that we were going to have a child of our own. Of course I didn’t object, and less than a year later, our daughter, Diane, was born.But something happened to Ruth during the delivery. Afterwards, she found that having s-x was sometimes just too painful and she no longer seemed to enjoy it.She went to a couple of doctors who examined her, but could find nothing wrong. They gave her some pills, but they didn’t seem to help much either.I continued to bear with her problem for several more years until I couldn’t stand it anymore having s-x with Ruth only about once a month or even less. I was right on the verge of divorce when she was offered a good job offer quite far away. I didn’t want to move because of my own work and the nice house that we owned. So that night we sat down and talked it over. She finally decided to leave Diane here with me so that she could continue to be in her own familiar surroundings with all of her own friends and wouldn’t have to suffer the trauma of moving away to a strange new place. She also decided that we would go ahead and file for a no fault divorce, and she would just move away and leave nearly everything to me since I would be having full custody of Diane.Since I now had to take care of Diane all by myself and take care of the house, I found I had very little time left over for dating, and the longer I went without female companionship, it seemed the hornier I became.Of course, I did date once in a while, but it seemed that none of them ever really panned out.
.
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wow

mmmmmmm yummy

MY I.T SEXCAPADES PART 1 .
”See me in my office” Her voice sounded angry and anytime she speaks in that tone I knew one thing is for sure! I was going to get punished. The type of punishment only a randy boss gives. I knew I was going to suck kitty cathy against my wish. I have been going through this punishment for five days now. Am not finding it funny, but each time I start I couldn’t but feel satisfied and pleased with myself. ok madam I replied as I carried myself and walked down to the extreme block where her office is located. A times, I wonder if she was the one that choose that particular office so she could carry out her randy plans without any eyebrows being raised. Just as I stepped into her office I saw she was engrossed on her laptop screen as she always does. “come over here” she said without raising her head. I couldn’t help but notice the top buttons of her shirt that were undone exposing a handful view of her plump ebony bosom which always catch my lustful attention. I stared at it as I could make out a clear view of her lacy blue bra that clutches the twin ladies tenderly. “Stop staring at my Bosom and do what you should do” she said still not looking up. From previous punishments I knew what to do. She has asked me to go under the table and lick her panties with an expressionless face on the first day of the punishment. Though it came to me as a shocker. I was happy and also not so sure I was hearing well so to make sure I heard well I had answered eh? on which I received a very dirty annoying look from her as she asked if am deaf. I couldnt but wait anymore as I shivered under the table and dived into her skirt that was raised up to her thigh. The sight that hit my eyes brought out the animal in me as I threw caution to the wind and started licking her blue lacy panties that matches with her bra. The skin of her thigh was so smooth like asphalt, ebony coloured and massively plump. As I give the panties some partial hungry strokes I realised they were soaked and I continued savoring the haven. What can I do? For about five minutes I was just licking the panties afraid to advance further by pushing them aside and licking the main stuff. All this while she never reacted, all she did was to continue typing on her keyboard as I heard the keys being punched probably with an expressionless face. “young man, stop eating the wrap, unwrap the goodie and eat” I heard her say. That was all the encouragement I needed as I used my teeth to tug the panties by the side and gave a long lick, as this point I felt her legs spread wider probably to give me more room for exploration. Lawd, the panties were still obstructing my ministration so I just used my finger to push it wider and I sucked like a fool. The biggest kithy lips I have ever encountered. Little stuffs of hairs brush against my lips as I tongue lashed, and the taste of the honey was beyond expectations. Soon she started jerking her hips, slowly grinding it into my face as I struggle for breath. By now my boxers have soaked with precum. I stiffened my tongue and probe into her pubes and the silkiness of that gory hole drove me mad and I started humping with my tongue as I heard a subdued moan above the table. I knew I was serving my punishment well. All this while I have avoided licking the clit that have stuck out save for my nose that keeps rubbing against it. “Don’t tease me boy” She said with a little command amidst the pleasures, but I knew I was not going to listen to her so I continued teasing her until she pressed her massive thighs together with my head in between. I was locked out of the world for some seconds as I tried to breath, see and hear at the same time. As soon as she releases her grip on my head she said “Tease me and die” that was all it took for me to lick her clit and I felt her shudder, I gave a long slow swirl around the hood and finally plunged my lips into the tiny button. That was all it took for her to bless my face with kithy juice. I continued licking away till she pushed my head away. As I stood up she just gave me tissue. “Wipe your face, you look squeezed up ” she said with an expressionless face and I collected it. After wiping my face I stood as I waited for her next command. you can now go” she said to me and I turned to leave with the hope of rushing to the washroom to jerk off. Just as I was about to open the door she called out “young man” “ma” I answered tuck that in properly she said pointing to the tent that have formed on my trousers. “Owk ma” I responded with a sly smile and bow. All that was five days ago and now am about to repeat the same thing and go off without any treatment to my hurting lash- pole. The whole story started like this. I have been placed to my place of industrial training and for some weeks now I have been trying to blend into the system here. Back in school we did more of theory but here is where the practical thing is happening. My supervisor, Mrs Adeola have been really good to me as she really encouraged and assisted me over this two weeks. She helped clear my air of confusion and have really helped me know why am here. I saw her as a goddess, so full of life and energy. Beautiful like the sunset with skin as smooth like pebbles, she is dark and fleshy with lots of curves at the right places. Sometimes I caught myself staring as her rear but I quickly rebuke myself for having such about such a good woman, a married one at that. I always tell her that I get bored whenever am not at work which makes me stay at work till 7pm. Over the weekend she have called me to ask what I will be doing and I told her I will be bored as I don’t have any friends around yet. She have pitied me and asked me to work on the assignment she gave to me so I can keep busy. I told her I was almost done and sensed she beamed a smile. “Well if you don’t mind you can come and join my family tomorrow. We are going for a family outing at wonderland.” “Surely ma I would come over!” I screamed into the phone before she hangs up. I was so happy that I was not going to experience another boring sunday here at Bwari. Me that loved weekend so much suddenly wished that I can go to work on Saturdays and sandys due to the boredom. I live in a one room apartment which I rented for the sake of my IT. The neighborhood was filled with low-lifes and I could not mix up with them and the girls around here were way uglier than I thought. Not after I have spent 3 years in UNN where I see lots of pretty girls and bleep plump kitthy catties. No! I mean I cant just bear going after these girls. They are black! Ugly, assless with large dropping Bosom that shrinks the lash pole. So I was always indoors Chatting or typing stories and making sketches for my supervisor so you can see why I was so happy at that invitation. Sunday came and by 12 she called me to get prepared. I told her I was already prepared (me that have prepare since 11) She laughed and said I should be at Dutse Alhaji by 1pm so from there they can pick me up and drive to Kubwa. Immediately she hung up I went out to get a bike I can’t wait for 1pm else I won’t meet up. it was a 30 mins drive to Dutse Alhaji from Bwari so I was there 30 mins earlier waiting for my madam and her family. The time seems to be ticking so slow and I wish I could just fast forward it. Afterall who asked me to come out so early. And i started ‘ntooring’ myself. In the midst of my thought I never realised when a Toyota siena pulled up at the junction and I heard a familiar voice beckoning on me to hop in. I smiled as I saw my madam on the steering. She motioned me to enter into the back seat and what my eyes saw was so ‘wooooooooooow’.
. click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/01/02/t-sexcapades-part-1/

MY I.T SEXCAPADES PART 1 .
”See me in my office” Her voice sounded angry and anytime she speaks in that tone I knew one thing is for sure! I was going to get punished. The type of punishment only a randy boss gives. I knew I was going to suck kitty cathy against my wish. I have been going through this punishment for five days now. Am not finding it funny, but each time I start I couldn’t but feel satisfied and pleased with myself. ok madam I replied as I carried myself and walked down to the extreme block where her office is located. A times, I wonder if she was the one that choose that particular office so she could carry out her randy plans without any eyebrows being raised. Just as I stepped into her office I saw she was engrossed on her laptop screen as she always does. “come over here” she said without raising her head. I couldn’t help but notice the top buttons of her shirt that were undone exposing a handful view of her plump ebony bosom which always catch my lustful attention. I stared at it as I could make out a clear view of her lacy blue bra that clutches the twin ladies tenderly. “Stop staring at my Bosom and do what you should do” she said still not looking up. From previous punishments I knew what to do. She has asked me to go under the table and lick her panties with an expressionless face on the first day of the punishment. Though it came to me as a shocker. I was happy and also not so sure I was hearing well so to make sure I heard well I had answered eh? on which I received a very dirty annoying look from her as she asked if am deaf. I couldnt but wait anymore as I shivered under the table and dived into her skirt that was raised up to her thigh. The sight that hit my eyes brought out the animal in me as I threw caution to the wind and started licking her blue lacy panties that matches with her bra. The skin of her thigh was so smooth like asphalt, ebony coloured and massively plump. As I give the panties some partial hungry strokes I realised they were soaked and I continued savoring the haven. What can I do? For about five minutes I was just licking the panties afraid to advance further by pushing them aside and licking the main stuff. All this while she never reacted, all she did was to continue typing on her keyboard as I heard the keys being punched probably with an expressionless face. “young man, stop eating the wrap, unwrap the goodie and eat” I heard her say. That was all the encouragement I needed as I used my teeth to tug the panties by the side and gave a long lick, as this point I felt her legs spread wider probably to give me more room for exploration. Lawd, the panties were still obstructing my ministration so I just used my finger to push it wider and I sucked like a fool. The biggest kithy lips I have ever encountered. Little stuffs of hairs brush against my lips as I tongue lashed, and the taste of the honey was beyond expectations. Soon she started jerking her hips, slowly grinding it into my face as I struggle for breath. By now my boxers have soaked with precum. I stiffened my tongue and probe into her pubes and the silkiness of that gory hole drove me mad and I started humping with my tongue as I heard a subdued moan above the table. I knew I was serving my punishment well. All this while I have avoided licking the clit that have stuck out save for my nose that keeps rubbing against it. “Don’t tease me boy” She said with a little command amidst the pleasures, but I knew I was not going to listen to her so I continued teasing her until she pressed her massive thighs together with my head in between. I was locked out of the world for some seconds as I tried to breath, see and hear at the same time. As soon as she releases her grip on my head she said “Tease me and die” that was all it took for me to lick her clit and I felt her shudder, I gave a long slow swirl around the hood and finally plunged my lips into the tiny button. That was all it took for her to bless my face with kithy juice. I continued licking away till she pushed my head away. As I stood up she just gave me tissue. “Wipe your face, you look squeezed up ” she said with an expressionless face and I collected it. After wiping my face I stood as I waited for her next command. you can now go” she said to me and I turned to leave with the hope of rushing to the washroom to jerk off. Just as I was about to open the door she called out “young man” “ma” I answered tuck that in properly she said pointing to the tent that have formed on my trousers. “Owk ma” I responded with a sly smile and bow. All that was five days ago and now am about to repeat the same thing and go off without any treatment to my hurting lash- pole. The whole story started like this. I have been placed to my place of industrial training and for some weeks now I have been trying to blend into the system here. Back in school we did more of theory but here is where the practical thing is happening. My supervisor, Mrs Adeola have been really good to me as she really encouraged and assisted me over this two weeks. She helped clear my air of confusion and have really helped me know why am here. I saw her as a goddess, so full of life and energy. Beautiful like the sunset with skin as smooth like pebbles, she is dark and fleshy with lots of curves at the right places. Sometimes I caught myself staring as her rear but I quickly rebuke myself for having such about such a good woman, a married one at that. I always tell her that I get bored whenever am not at work which makes me stay at work till 7pm. Over the weekend she have called me to ask what I will be doing and I told her I will be bored as I don’t have any friends around yet. She have pitied me and asked me to work on the assignment she gave to me so I can keep busy. I told her I was almost done and sensed she beamed a smile. “Well if you don’t mind you can come and join my family tomorrow. We are going for a family outing at wonderland.” “Surely ma I would come over!” I screamed into the phone before she hangs up. I was so happy that I was not going to experience another boring sunday here at Bwari. Me that loved weekend so much suddenly wished that I can go to work on Saturdays and sandys due to the boredom. I live in a one room apartment which I rented for the sake of my IT. The neighborhood was filled with low-lifes and I could not mix up with them and the girls around here were way uglier than I thought. Not after I have spent 3 years in UNN where I see lots of pretty girls and bleep plump kitthy catties. No! I mean I cant just bear going after these girls. They are black! Ugly, assless with large dropping Bosom that shrinks the lash pole. So I was always indoors Chatting or typing stories and making sketches for my supervisor so you can see why I was so happy at that invitation. Sunday came and by 12 she called me to get prepared. I told her I was already prepared (me that have prepare since 11) She laughed and said I should be at Dutse Alhaji by 1pm so from there they can pick me up and drive to Kubwa. Immediately she hung up I went out to get a bike I can’t wait for 1pm else I won’t meet up. it was a 30 mins drive to Dutse Alhaji from Bwari so I was there 30 mins earlier waiting for my madam and her family. The time seems to be ticking so slow and I wish I could just fast forward it. Afterall who asked me to come out so early. And i started ‘ntooring’ myself. In the midst of my thought I never realised when a Toyota siena pulled up at the junction and I heard a familiar voice beckoning on me to hop in. I smiled as I saw my madam on the steering. She motioned me to enter into the back seat and what my eyes saw was so ‘wooooooooooow’.
. click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/01/02/t-sexcapades-part-1/

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HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And S*x Story) PART 1
.


FLASH BACK.
It was a tingling sound, coupled with a Blue
light…
Something pokes my arm… And my Head is
throbbing… I can’t feel my arm… Oh no, no!,
what have they done with my arm?
A pink like shadow bends over me.
Sweat soaked me fully, and i sit up in bed,
terror filling my mind and thoughts. I quickly
look at my right arm, and breathe a sigh of
relief. It’s still there (thank God), though
numb from having slept on it wrongly with
my whole weight on it.
I fall back onto my pillow, shocked at how
cold the sweat on the pillow feels as my head
hits it.
Flipping it over to the dry side, I notice the
time. I have only an hour till my alarm goes
off. Groaning, I roll over, hoping to get a little
more sleep, before I have to get up, and get
ready for school.
I doubt I will though, as my head is pounding,
and my arm is stiff and tingling.
* * *
Buzzing fills my room, followed
right after by robotic voices screaming,
“Exterminate!
Exterminate!” m0an!ng like the dead, I reach
for my alarm clock to switch it off, only to
find the
switch is already in the off spot, the noise
ending just before I
reach it.
Sitting up, rubbing my eyes, I reach for the
glass of water I left on my nightstand before
going to bed last night, and try to wake my
sleeping mind. For some
reason I feel like I have just run a
marathon, rather than had a long night’s
sleep. I’m just glad the headache is gone,
though my arm still seems a little stiff.
My door flies open, and I look up to see my
roommate, Dennis,
looking at me.
“Rise and shine, dork!” he calls,
turning on my light.
“I thought I
told you to change that alarm sound. Your
Doctor WHAT is
annoying in the morning.”
“I’m a geek!”( you will understand that word
later) I told him for what felt like the
hundredth time. “And
it’s Doctor Who, not What.”
“More like Doctor Whatever. Or Doctor What
do i care”
Shaking my head at my roommate’s
ignorance, I quickly get dressed, and head
from my room. Reaching for the light, it flips
off a moment before I hit the switch. Looking
at it in confusion, my stomach rumbles,
recalling me to breakfast.
“Have you been watching the news lately?”
Dennis asks me as I pour my cereal into a
bowl. I just give him a look, in response. He
knows I can’t abide watching the news.
“I just thought you might be interested in
what’s been happening, you being such a
dork and all.” Deciding it’s best to
keep my mouth shut, I just pour my milk.
“Seems there was some girl in India that
started flying around town, like some sort of
Superman, and a guy in Japan
suddenly started on fire, but didn’t get
burned.”
“Parlor tricks, thats older than the rate of
corruption in Nigeria” I mumble around
a mouthful. For a moment I consider
mentioning that there
are plenty of female comic book characters
that can also fly, but then remembering his
level of ignorance, I just continue chewing.
“I dunno… The news seemed pretty interested
in it. There are videos of the flying girl on
Youtube.” He continues to
ramble on, but somehow I ignore him, until I
leave for class.
.
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HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And S*x Story) PART 1
.


FLASH BACK.
It was a tingling sound, coupled with a Blue
light…
Something pokes my arm… And my Head is
throbbing… I can’t feel my arm… Oh no, no!,
what have they done with my arm?
A pink like shadow bends over me.
Sweat soaked me fully, and i sit up in bed,
terror filling my mind and thoughts. I quickly
look at my right arm, and breathe a sigh of
relief. It’s still there (thank God), though
numb from having slept on it wrongly with
my whole weight on it.
I fall back onto my pillow, shocked at how
cold the sweat on the pillow feels as my head
hits it.
Flipping it over to the dry side, I notice the
time. I have only an hour till my alarm goes
off. Groaning, I roll over, hoping to get a little
more sleep, before I have to get up, and get
ready for school.
I doubt I will though, as my head is pounding,
and my arm is stiff and tingling.
* * *
Buzzing fills my room, followed
right after by robotic voices screaming,
“Exterminate!
Exterminate!” m0an!ng like the dead, I reach
for my alarm clock to switch it off, only to
find the
switch is already in the off spot, the noise
ending just before I
reach it.
Sitting up, rubbing my eyes, I reach for the
glass of water I left on my nightstand before
going to bed last night, and try to wake my
sleeping mind. For some
reason I feel like I have just run a
marathon, rather than had a long night’s
sleep. I’m just glad the headache is gone,
though my arm still seems a little stiff.
My door flies open, and I look up to see my
roommate, Dennis,
looking at me.
“Rise and shine, dork!” he calls,
turning on my light.
“I thought I
told you to change that alarm sound. Your
Doctor WHAT is
annoying in the morning.”
“I’m a geek!”( you will understand that word
later) I told him for what felt like the
hundredth time. “And
it’s Doctor Who, not What.”
“More like Doctor Whatever. Or Doctor What
do i care”
Shaking my head at my roommate’s
ignorance, I quickly get dressed, and head
from my room. Reaching for the light, it flips
off a moment before I hit the switch. Looking
at it in confusion, my stomach rumbles,
recalling me to breakfast.
“Have you been watching the news lately?”
Dennis asks me as I pour my cereal into a
bowl. I just give him a look, in response. He
knows I can’t abide watching the news.
“I just thought you might be interested in
what’s been happening, you being such a
dork and all.” Deciding it’s best to
keep my mouth shut, I just pour my milk.
“Seems there was some girl in India that
started flying around town, like some sort of
Superman, and a guy in Japan
suddenly started on fire, but didn’t get
burned.”
“Parlor tricks, thats older than the rate of
corruption in Nigeria” I mumble around
a mouthful. For a moment I consider
mentioning that there
are plenty of female comic book characters
that can also fly, but then remembering his
level of ignorance, I just continue chewing.
“I dunno… The news seemed pretty interested
in it. There are videos of the flying girl on
Youtube.” He continues to
ramble on, but somehow I ignore him, until I
leave for class.
.
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MY PRIMARY 4 TEACHER PART 1 .
A Pidgin English , Crazy And Funny Story I stil de rememba how soft and beautifl she dey wen my headmasta introduce am dose days as our new teacher joyce I swear she no pass 26yrs. Na we be d boys wey go mak noice for class so dat she go tok mak we come kneel down under ha desk, na dose days wen babes de wear shimi/ draws unda skirt com wear big white pant inside. The innocent teacher no go know say badt guy dey unda table de calculate and observ how many threads and hole wey dey 4ha big pant. I remeba one day wey teacha joyce 4get say I dey punishment unda ha desk com shift ha pant, put hand inside de scratch ha kitten, omo see d kain bush wey de dis girl toto……. Dat one na dose days. Jus last week I de go my guy place naim I see teacher joyce 4road as she de wait 4taxi omo she don old small o but still look Sekxy and fine, I tell my guy mak she stop d car, I don see my primary 4teacher, as I call am I dey suprise say she jus rememba me imediatly she suppose dey ha early or mid 40’s now I com de wonda if a toto go still dey bushy as e day many years ago, I swear say I must find out. I ask am wia she de go she say she de go bank, as we de tok she com tel me say she don divorce ha husband since 5years ago say she de work 4 ministry of educatn now. We drop am 4bank, like play like play I collect ha numba tel am say I go cal am leta know as she dey.. Two days leta naim I call d woman, we tok 4phone reach 15mins and I neva even tell am my mind, she jus de tok politics and church tinz SHUO!!! I com tell am say I go wan com know I’m house. She kip silent 4sum seconds, ask me why I wan com, I ask am if anytin bad 2 know ur teacher hous?, she com tok say mak I no com say she no wan see me 4 her house, hang up. I call am bak 4evening she jus dE busy my call I com de thinK wetin I do dis woman wey go mak am treat me lyk dis, I no tok any bad tin nah, I no insult am, I nobe criminal I no even luk lyk criminal. I decide say even if e go mean 2find am go work 2moro I go do am afterall I nogo loose anytin, nobe my mate so anytin wey hapun I go tak am. The next day I call joe my guy mak we go min of education, we reach dia by 11am, by 12.40 we still de try locate ha office and d worst part b say I com forget her surname, we jus de mumu oursef 1 -abeg we de find mrs joyce 2 – joyce who? 1 – I no fit rememba ha surname but she dey chubby small com fair wit average height 2 – wia she from? 1 – na benue woman 2 – and una no hol I’m numba. many benue women full hia go ask dose men wey stand dia no weda dem go no who una de tok…….. . click on the link below to continue reading
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MY PRIMARY 4 TEACHER PART 1 .
A Pidgin English , Crazy And Funny Story I stil de rememba how soft and beautifl she dey wen my headmasta introduce am dose days as our new teacher joyce I swear she no pass 26yrs. Na we be d boys wey go mak noice for class so dat she go tok mak we come kneel down under ha desk, na dose days wen babes de wear shimi/ draws unda skirt com wear big white pant inside. The innocent teacher no go know say badt guy dey unda table de calculate and observ how many threads and hole wey dey 4ha big pant. I remeba one day wey teacha joyce 4get say I dey punishment unda ha desk com shift ha pant, put hand inside de scratch ha kitten, omo see d kain bush wey de dis girl toto……. Dat one na dose days. Jus last week I de go my guy place naim I see teacher joyce 4road as she de wait 4taxi omo she don old small o but still look Sekxy and fine, I tell my guy mak she stop d car, I don see my primary 4teacher, as I call am I dey suprise say she jus rememba me imediatly she suppose dey ha early or mid 40’s now I com de wonda if a toto go still dey bushy as e day many years ago, I swear say I must find out. I ask am wia she de go she say she de go bank, as we de tok she com tel me say she don divorce ha husband since 5years ago say she de work 4 ministry of educatn now. We drop am 4bank, like play like play I collect ha numba tel am say I go cal am leta know as she dey.. Two days leta naim I call d woman, we tok 4phone reach 15mins and I neva even tell am my mind, she jus de tok politics and church tinz SHUO!!! I com tell am say I go wan com know I’m house. She kip silent 4sum seconds, ask me why I wan com, I ask am if anytin bad 2 know ur teacher hous?, she com tok say mak I no com say she no wan see me 4 her house, hang up. I call am bak 4evening she jus dE busy my call I com de thinK wetin I do dis woman wey go mak am treat me lyk dis, I no tok any bad tin nah, I no insult am, I nobe criminal I no even luk lyk criminal. I decide say even if e go mean 2find am go work 2moro I go do am afterall I nogo loose anytin, nobe my mate so anytin wey hapun I go tak am. The next day I call joe my guy mak we go min of education, we reach dia by 11am, by 12.40 we still de try locate ha office and d worst part b say I com forget her surname, we jus de mumu oursef 1 -abeg we de find mrs joyce 2 – joyce who? 1 – I no fit rememba ha surname but she dey chubby small com fair wit average height 2 – wia she from? 1 – na benue woman 2 – and una no hol I’m numba. many benue women full hia go ask dose men wey stand dia no weda dem go no who una de tok…….. . click on the link below to continue reading
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MY VIRGIN STORY PART 1 .


Until late 2009, I was still a virgin. I used to think it was cool to be a virgin (talk about my religious upbringing) until I realized everybody around me was growing up and losing their innocence, leaving me behind. My story started several years ago, when I was still 10 years old. At that tender age, everything I knew about s-x was from tiny bits of information from much older boys, and preaching from elders and religious leaders that s-x is evil and we should keep away from it. Trust children, they only succeeded in making us very curious. We were living in a storey building of four flats then in the suburbs of one of Nigeria’s fastest cities. Each family lived in a flat. My family occupied the flat upstairs on the left, adjacent to the landlady’s flat. The family living directly below us downstairs had a girl called Tola, who was almost my age. We have something in common; while I was the last born of my parents, she was also the last born of her parents. There were many children and young people in the house then as all the four families in the compound had kids. We usually played together in the compound. She was a pretty girl. Now I could remember that she was fair in complexion. She had dimpled cheeks and long hair which her parents made into ponytails. She was my best-friend. Sometimes, Tola and I would lock ourselves in a room and play doctor and patient. I would be the doctor and she would be the patient. She would off her clothes and lay on the bed, then I would examine her. I could see the two tiny pink buds that would later blossom into unmentionables. Then I would see that narrow canal in between her legs with that little protrusion which would later be that wet, come-dripping, juicy pleasure filled well, called p—sy(the protrusion is the cl–t). Then we would change position. She would become doctor and I would become patient. I would remove my clothes and lie on the bed. Then she would examine my body, including that tiny, pointed stick that would later become the ultimate instrument of pleasure, the d—-k. Actually that was my first close examination of a p—sy. It was a child’s p—sy and it was tiny. In our innocence, we would play on without understanding the functions of those organs we were playing with. Well, somebody soon taught me what the p—- sy was. One of the older girls in our compound was Tosin. We used to call her aunty Tosin because at that time, she would be about 19 years old. She was the landlady’s niece and she lived with her family. She was dark, of average height with a voluptuous body. She had chubby cheeks and nice teeth. Oh, I forgot to mention those two big unmentionables. They were d–n big. She had an average a—s but the unmentionables were huge. The usually knock against each other when we were playing. I didn’t know how to place those sensations I felt whenever I saw her smiling at me and those unmentionable pointing like twin oranges. I just knew my instrument used to stand at attention whenever I saw her. Now I know it was arousal. Then it happened one day. I came back from school and met the door of our apartment locked. My parents had locked the door and gone out. So I went to the landlady’s house to play as usual Innocent me couldn’t really place the sensations I was feeling whenever I sighted those heavy unmentionables bouncing and her—shaking. Now I know it was arousal. Well, I just knew I would just feel my blood rising and my J man standing erect whenever she smiled at me. She liked me a lot. I never knew she had plans for me until one day when I came back from school and met nobody in our house. My parents had gone out and locked the door to our apartment. I had to go and chill at the landlady’s apartment adjacent to our own as usual. Well, aunty Tosin was the only person at home that day. She had just finished writing her WAEC and was just chilling at home. I quickly settled down and started watching TV, knowing I was in safe hands. She was having a bath, I could hear the sound of splashing water from the bathroom as I watched tv. After some time I heard my name. “Ayo!” It was her calling me. But now I was hearing her voice from the bedroom. Apparently, she was through with bathing. I walked into the bedroom and saw her. I was shocked by what I saw. Initially, I just stared at her. I’d never seen an adult like that before. I was confused. She was naked, except for her panties. She stood, facing me, her twin oranges with their dark, rosy tips pointing at me. I felt an aching in my g— n . she smiled softly, and motioned me with a finger. Then she commanded in a soft voice. ‘come here’ . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/05/29/virgin-story-part-1/