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Flaunt your enthralling body in an itty-bitty bikini by the pool and keep posing yourself for my viewing pleasure until I pop a woody? I’ll sit back, enjoy the view, and even get a little harder watching you watch the tent in my swim trunks.

I’d long since stopped being embarrassed by my erections. All six girls knew I got them, and they were happy to see them, so why should I hide them?

The “Nobody dates Michael” rule was still in effect, but beyond that the girls also used The Rule as a sort of moving target of limitations on their physical activities with me. Girls liked to sit in my lap grinding themselves against my bulge (but I always had my shorts or trunks on).

I’d got flashed quite a few times (look, but don’t touch). and I very much enjoyed the rare occasions when one of them let me hold her very nice breasts in my hands (strictly outside of her clothing). None of them had crossed the line of putting bare skin on someone’s private parts, although we’d got pretty close.

The most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen was the first to arrive. Maryam came straight through the side garden gate into the backyard and met me by the grill with a peck on the cheek. It was too early to actually start making dinner, but I was cleaning the grates and checking the propane levels.

She carried a gym bag containing her suit and towel and headed inside to change. Less than three minutes later she emerged back outside, a brilliant smile on her face.

There was one particular lounge chair which was known by all as “Michael’s Chair”. It was shielded from the afternoon sun but more importantly, I’d specifically angled it to have a good view of both the pool and the sliding door.

When Maryam went inside to change, I quickly popped open a beer and settled onto the lounger in eager anticipation of her return. and when the sound of Maryam sliding the patio door open reached my ears, I was quick to set down my beer and turn my attention in that direction.

No matter how many times I saw one of the girls emerge from the house in a swimsuit, I always enjoyed it. They seemed to appreciate it, too. Maryam wore a cobalt bright bikini that really accentuated the color of her red hair and pale skin.

She was a fairly tall girl at 5’8”, second in height only to Anna’s model-esque 5’10”, while the rest of the girls spread across the average height range except for Christy’s petite 5’1”.

Maryam’s 34DD tits were firm and fantastic, held up and squished together for my viewing pleasure by the halter-top that actually covered up the majority of her skin but was sheer enough to make the dents of her nipples quite obvious.

The bottoms weren’t quite a thong in the back, but pretty damn close, giving me an unobstructed view of her perfect peach of an ass. Overall, it was very easy for me to imagine exactly what the gorgeous teen hottielooked like naked, and I had imagined her naked quite a few times over the last several months.

Maryam’s bright eyes shone as she sashayed across the patio and over to my chair. and with an impish giggle, she settled herself sideways in my lap while wrapping both arms around the back of my neck.

“I’m so glad I got here first,” she said in that delightful Ghanaian lilt. It had taken a couple of months to get used to her accent, but by now I could understand pretty much everything she said as if it were completely exotic..

She continued, giggling, “It’s not often I get to have you to myself.”

“Likewise,” I replied warmly, letting my left arm scoop around behind her so that my hand rested on the bare skin of her thigh just past her juicy buttcheek.

My right arm straightened her leg out to the knee where it extended off the chair before returning in a gentle, massaging motion. I was oh-so-conscious of her big breasts just beneath my chin, and snuck a peek before returning my gaze to those electric dark eyes boring into mine from only inches away.

She noticed the glance, of course. She sat up a little straighter so that the upper slopes of her cleavage actually hit me in the chin, and I felt my heart speed up a little more than usual.

“See something you like?” she asked quietly, a world of innuendo in her voice.

“I see two things I like,” I replied before smiling broadly. “Your eyes are enthralling. I’ve always been a sucker for dark eyes.”

Maryam’s brilliant dark eyes narrowed slightly. “that’s because Christy has eyes ... and tinted hair.”

I thought about that for a moment. “True, but they’re different shades. Your hair is a lot more red, and your eyes have more of an emerald color.”

“Is that a Ghanaian expression?”

I laughed and nuzzled her nose. “not intentionally so. and just because Christy has dark eyes doesn’t make me appreciate yours any less.”

“Perhaps. But I still think it’s these you’re trying to get a closer look at. Let me help you.” and with that, she actually pulled my head down into her cleavage for a few seconds.





Sweeter Than Honey: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/sweeter_than_honey/43801

Interesting update

In a convent in Ireland, the 98-year-old Mother Superior lay dying. The Nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her last journey comfortable.

They tried giving her warm milk to drink but she refused it.

One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen. Then, remembering a bottle of Irish Whiskey that had been received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.

Back at Mother Superior's bed, they held the glass to her lips. The frail Nun drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it, she had finished the whole glass down to the last drop.

As her eyes brightened, the nuns thought it would be a good opportunity to have one last talk with their spiritual leader...

"Mother," the nuns asked earnestly, "Please give us some of your wisdom before you leave us"

She raised herself up in bed on one elbow, looked at them and said:

"DON'T SELL THAT COW."

Nice story

A compilation of humor to take away the stresses of life.




Moments of Humor



Tony Sunkan



A compilation of exotic jokes


2021




Moments of Humor: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/moments-of-humor/44524

Moments of Humor



Tony Sunkan



A compilation of exotic jokes


2021



Note: These jokes are from different sources.







WELCOME TO THE NEW WORLD

• Our Phones – Wireless
• Cooking – Fireless
• Cars – Keyless
• Food – Fatless
• Tires –Tubeless
• Dress – Sleeveless
• Youth – Jobless
• Leaders – Shameless
• Relationships – Meaningless
• Attitudes – Careless
• Babies – Fatherless
• Feelings – Heartless
• Education – Valueless
• Children – Mannerless
• Country – Godless
Even the government is sometimes CLUELESS

Now, I am SPEECHLESS!


Moments of Humor: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/moments-of-humor/44524

She sniffled but took a deep breath and mumbled, “He probably did me a favor. Better I know now he’s just another dumb jock looking to pop my cherry before moving on to his next conquest.”

“That is true,” I agreed. “And a very mature response, if I may say so.”

“Then why do I feel like shit?”

“Rejection is never easy.”

“You seem to deal with it just fine every day.”

I pulled back to look into her eyes. “Wait, what?”

“Isn’t that what it feels like when one of the girls lets you get oh-so-close to starting something but won’t give you that final inch? Like when Uchechi shoves her big tits into your face and starts peeling back the edge of her bikini top right next to your lips but doesn’t quite let you suck on her nipple? Rejection?”

I frowned. “No, not at all.”

“Then what does it feel like?”

I smiled and brushed her loose bangs back from her eyes, tucking the strands behind her ears. and after giving her a quick peck on the nose, I explained, “It feels like a beautiful woman, in the flower of her youth, wants to explore her own sexuality and feels comfortable enough to do that with me. She trusts me. and I would never do anything to betray that trust.”

“I do trust you, Michael.”

I grinned. “I know.”

Taking a deep breath, Christy managed a smile, and she wrapped both arms around my midsection while setting her head down on my shoulder. I hugged her tight, straightened her spine, and held her close. Finally, she seemed to be at peace.

After a minute, I straightened her hair and said, “Look, it’s the first day of school. Nobody’s assigned us any homework and the whole gang will be over at my house within thirty minutes. Let’s get home, get changed, and you can commiserate with your friends.”

Christy stayed in my hug for a long time, pushing her nose into the side of my neck. She got her breathing under control,looked up at me, and puckered up. I gave her another quick brotherly peck, patted her head, and released my grip.

The whole Pretty-Young-Things had already planned to come over to the house after this first day of school. The weather was hot, and the babes also looked sultry. After driving home, I parked in the garage. Christy walked over to her house to drop off her backpack and change, and I headed inside to prepare for the girls’ arrival.


I had already said that the girls always teased me. I was their crash test dummy for flirting, for showing a little extra skin, and all the other things girls did to get attention from a guy.

Two years ago, teasing meant opening an extra button of a blouse and bending over to see if developing boobs attracted my eyes like gravity. They often did, and I would just as often avert my gaze and blush trying to pretend I had not looked.

Two years ago, teasing meant snuggling up to my side on the couch and setting her head down on my shoulder while watching a movie so that I’d wrap my arm around her and then rubbing my leg getting closer and closer until I started tenting my shorts and would awkwardly try to cover it up by crossing my legs or something. Two years ago, teasing meant asking me to turn around while changing shirts and then taking their sweet time to see if I’d start to turn back around or sneak a peek.

Two years ago I was too busy trying to be a grown-up.

Now, things had changed.

Nowadays I was growing to be a gentleman in the sense that I never initiated anything and I would never touch one of the girls unless they had toUchechid me first, but that was the extent of my restraint.

Bend over to show me your cleavage? I’ll happily stare away and file the view away in my spank bank for later usage.

Cuddle up to me on the couch and start rubbing my leg? I’ll hug you close and rub your leg, too. Flaunt your enthralling body in an itty-bitty bikini by the pool and keep posing yourself for my viewing pleasure until I pop a woody? I’ll sit back, enjoy the view, and even get a little harder watching you watch the tent in my swim trunks.

I’d long since stopped being embarrassed by my erections. All six girls knew I got them, and they were happy to see them, so why should I hide them?







Sweeter Than Honey: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/sweeter_than_honey/43801

Nice story.

"Stop touching me! Leave me alone!!" Pulling my hips forward, his cock slid out of me with a muted, wet, sucking sound. My cheeks flushed a little harder as I tried to move quickly; I expected him to grab me and force me again.

I scuttled out from under him, pressing my thighs tightly together and grabbing a blanket, hugging it to me to cover my unclothedness from his intense eyes. I looked back at him with a mixture of disgust, fear, and sadness, becoming afraid of what he would do next.

The man's handsome eyes seemed to darken as he stared back at me, his pale, perfect face completely unamused as he sat back on his heels, making the bed creak in the process. His hands darted forward and he grabbed my wrists, pulling me roughly against him.

I was left startled and not exactly sure what to do, as well as without cover because the blanket had slid off of me and collapsed to the floor. Altering his grip so he held both wrists in one hand, his other hand caressed my cheek with icy softness.

He spoke softly, but there was no yield to his voice,
"I know I cannot force you to submit... But I will leave you with no other option."

Oga let go of my cheek, reaching past me and grabbing the end of my pillow. With a yank, the soft case came free and he immediately tied the fabric tightly around my wrists.

I struggled, pulling in his grip and protesting weakly,
"Please...!! Don't...!! I'll be good...!"

His movements became less intense as he finished, my wrists bound and hooked on my headboard. My arms stretched above my head just like they had the previous night, though the chains and splintery table was exchanged for a twin bed and pillow case.

The man paused and looked at me, the somewhat gentle expression came over his face again. His eyes left mine before he leaned down over the edge of the bed, his hand searching for something.

I cringed, turning my face toward a bunched-up corner of my comforter and trying to hide my expression.

Why had I let this go so far...? Why had I given in so quickly...?

Why did I feel like giving in so badly...?

The bed shifted and I felt the air chill a bit; he must be leaning over me. A half second after I felt his hand brush between my thighs, my eyes popped open as I felt something cool and smooth slip inside me.

Judging by the feel...

It was 'U' shaped and fitted snuggly, both in and out of me. One end of the 'U' fitted snuggly around my clit, seeming to mold around it, while the other pressed along the frontal wall inside of my tunnel.

I blinked in confusion, turning my gaze and lifting my head to look down between my legs. I saw just a bit of the object; it was a soft purple color and rather smooth.

My heart rate began to pick up again and I started squirming with anxiety, making the bed creak beneath us.

My eyes flitted up to his face, seeing Oga's calm expression. He sighed quietly, reaching down and brushing his cool fingertips across the apple of my cheek, pushing aside some stray hairs that had fallen over my eyes.

"Calm down... I'm not hurting you." My heart beat so hard in my chest I thought it was going to explode. I couldn't let this happen again!

I tugged harder at my tied wrists, hoping to loosen the knot in my pillow case and get free.
"Do you keep fighting me because you think it's wrong to give in? Like you think you're 'too easy?'"

His lips brushed my temple and his fingertips caressed over my skin, nails grazing ever so gently and raising goosebumps over my burning flesh. My cheeks redden and I nod, hoping perhaps I could try talking him out of it.

"I own you... You were meant for this, meant to give in to me."

Oga shifted a little, kissing along my pulse slowly and sweetly. A little excitement flashed through me.

"You sure as hell do not "own" me! I never said yes to you. I don't want this...!" His lips pressed to mine, silencing my words to a muffled whimper as my eyes closed in reaction. It was the strangest thing...

Kisses seemed so simple when you thought of it, but his kisses were so... Complex. This one felt firm and commanding, like a father restoring order between his squabbling children.

My thoughts turned to mush once more and I relaxed, my mind calming.

For the moment, at least.





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"Thank you," Funmi replied, demurely lowering her stare and then standing up straight again. She was dressed in closed-toed heels and a knee-length skirt, both articles of clothing she never could have worn with her motorcycle gear.

Her top was a straised blouse, unwrinkled by wearing a leather jacket over the top. and of course, her ubiquitous white tank top was underneath to keep things modest, despite having the top few buttons of her blouse undone. Her hair was up and clipped neatly into place, another thing she never could have managed underneath a motorcycle helmet.

I'd thought we would then just move right on to our work, but the Madam just stood back, continuing to admire Funmi's outfit. Fnewing her arms over her chest, she started circling around the pretty Asian girl with a clearly evaluative expression on her face.

For her part, Funmi just seemed to pose for inspection. Her body tensed momentarily as she realized she was being scrutinized, but she managed to relax her arms and let her hip jut out slightly as she aSeyiusted her balance. She held her head high, and a little smile crossed her face.

"Back a little straighter," Theressa stated as she stepped in and pushed in Funmi's stomach, removing some of the arch in Funmi's back. "Professional, not necessarily alluring."

Funmi nodded silently.

"The necklace is good. But you'll need a classier watch. Something silver, and probably a white face. There's nothing wrong with a leather band, but your jewelry must be limited, and a professional watch is one of the few things you can keep. Maintain your femininity. But lose the extra ring on your middle finger. Unless you're engaged or married, rings are just decorative, not functional."

Funmi nodded again. The ring was a little punk, a little childish.

"Speaking of which," Theressa continued. "You'll need a more tasteful color for your nail polish."

Funmi blushed. Hot pink wasn't exactly business-typical.

"and think about losing the jet black streaks in your hair. It's fine for college, but your hairstyling will need to be more mature once you graduate."

Funmi pouted, but nodded in acceptance.

"Otherwise..." Theressa mused, hnewing her chin. "Very well put-together. Excellent job."

Funmi blushed, and nervously quivered just slightly. "Thank you."

Theressa's eyes ran appreciatively up and down Funmi's outfit one more time. and then she glanced at me, a little smirk on her face. The statuesque Madam just nodded her head over to our table, and finished by saying, "Let's get to work."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was flirting with you," I drawled over dinner. Calista, Funmi, and I were at the dining table at our house after the day's work.

"what? No she wasn't," Funmi snorted doubtfully.

"Well, the way you described it," Calista glanced at me. "It certainly sounded like it. But did it really happen that way?" she asked Funmi.

"Well..." Funmi blushed. "The basic facts are right. But all that stuff Kola was saying about the Madam's eyes glistening as she fantasized about undressing me is total bullshit."

I cracked a grin. "Well ... they were."

"I think you're mistaking those glistening eyes for whenever she looks at YOU."

"Wait, what?" Calista perked up, arching an eyebrow at me.

"It's nothing." I waved my girlfriend off.

"It's not nothing," Funmi interjected while putting her fork down, dinner all but forgotten. "Kola hasn't tnew you?"

"obviously not." Calista looked at me with obvious intrigue.

I sighed. "Funmi thinks Madam Maryam is flirting with me."

"She not-so-secretly desires to get into his pants," Funmi drawled.

"She does not. She's like twMaryam as new as me," I protested.

"She is not." Calista rolled her eyes. "She looks what, 35?"

Funmi shook her head. "Actually, she's 40. It's in her school profile. So she IS twMaryam your age."

"40? really?" I raised both eyebrows. "She doesn't look it."

"She's in great shape, I'll agree." Funmi nodded. "But that's beside the point. whatever her age, she's clearly got a little thing for you. I pay attention to people. I notice these things."

Calista grinned, propping an elbow on the table and dropping her chin into her open palm. "Oooh, seducing your teacher? that's one cliché you haven't done yet."

"I'm not seducing my teacher."

"whatever." Calista smirked. "Angela and Erica tnew me the rumors about Brian Ogilvie, too."

I frowned. "what are you saying?"






Bound to Boobs: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/bound-to-boobs/42486