This is good. It will check the menace of our commonwealth being looted. Nothing good comes out of the Pandora's box.

But my, this was a sight nonetheless! After not too long she moves again, this time sliding down the sofa, lying down flat. Planting her feet on my lap. Eyes still closed. One of her heels was touching my dick.

This was heaven. I was enjoying the sensation of her foot on my dick. She was so pretty. And young. But legal. I can't believe my own thoughts. I knew she was turned 18 a few months ago. But why am I thinking about that now? In this moment? To make it felt more right? To make it felt less wrong? I somehow felt guilty for allowing this to happen. My dick swelled a little and why does it felt that she was moving her heel a little? was she moving it back and forth? Or was this just in my head?
I was freaking out. This was getting too real. I was lifting her legs off my lap. She opened her eyes. Drowsy look. “Oh sorry, I must have fallen asleep!”. She adjusts her nightdress, got up, gives me a hug. Again I was feeling her soft breasts against me. I was holding her petite youthful body in my arms. I was half erect. “Good night” and again she disappeared upstairs into her room.

I was half in disbelief what just happened. Bleep it! I like it. It was wrong. And as sad as that may sound. It was a turn on. She seemed to suck out all the logic of me. I was running on hormones and if she was into playing games I was going to play them. Or should I? As I was returning to my normal size, more doubts are creeping up. Nothing really happened. I can stop this anytime before it got too far. Just relax. And so another Thursday night ended.

* * *

A few weeks later. Another Thursday night. You got it. Same as before. Dora was away for business interstate. I was at home alone with Bimbo. I was sitting on the sofa watching movie. Again Bimbo made an appearance. “You mind?” “Sure.” She sat down next to me. Somehow I was excited. What was she up to this time? But this time it was different. She just sat there, next to me. Won’t lie down. She was laughing at the movie. I was giggling too. “Pretty fun hey?”. “Yeah” she nods back. After a few more minutes she was lying down. I was thinking, there she goes! And I was not disappointed. Again, she close her eyes and ten minutes later made a few movements, moving her nightdress up. I was getting a glimpse of her upper thighs.

My gaze was going further up and – my heart started beating like crazy. My dick was tingling. No panties! She was got her legs slightly crossed and pushed together so all I can see that was she was shaved clean all around her bikini zone. I can’t get a glimpse of her pussy. Again, she was moving now facing the backrest of the sofa. She was lying on her side.

She was exposing a good portion of her butt. Incredible! I was dreaming of seeing her pussy, feeling her. was she wet? But I can’t see her pussy. As if she had read my mind, still lying on her side, she pulled up her legs towards her body, fetus position. Giving me a view out of a dream. I can see her pussy, shaved. Her butthole.

No hair to be seen. Her butt cheeks. Round and perky. Way too hot. I was twice her age. I can see a slight glistening around her pussy. This show was too good to be true. Again she turned, lying on her back now, eyes still closed. Her feet land again on my lap and she opened her legs a little. I can see her slit. Slightly shiny. Her heel on my dick again. I was breathing shallowly, rapidly, my heart pumping like crazy.

Adrenaline all over my body. My dick got fuller, harder. I was contracting the muscles of my dick.

Pumping it once. This was so enjoyable. I was looking at her face, but she was got it turned to the side. I was resisting not to touch her. I’d love to run my fingers over her legs, her thighs. Circle her pussy.

A large circle at first. Brush against the inside of her thighs near her pussy. Then slowly but surely run my finger up and down her slit. Slightly part her lips. Felt how wet she was inside. But I won’t. That was taking it too far.

Hmm... Interesting times.

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A local champion built his party ACN from the scratch, won 6 states, had 6 governors from 2 regions, 19 Senators including Ngige from the SE, and 50 HOR members, the Minority leader seat of the NASS, 136 House of Assembly members. Tell us anyone else who did it like him.

Facts.

In all these, if Wike is not careful, he will be the ultimate loser.

It is simple. Settling down is very costly.

...

Wike is a rave of the moment. With time, he will fizzle out.

People should be careful the way they use the social. Official life is different from personal life.

It is frightening the level people are taking matters of politics. Let us avoid politics of hatred, bitterness, threat and violence.

Interesting. Of exactly what electoral value is Momodu?

Ended just over her knees. Pedicure. French style. My favourite. Not good. I can’t help but getting aroused.
The movie ended. It was bed time. Bimbo was asleep on the sofa.

“Hey Bimbo”. No response. “Hey”.

Nothing. I gently touch her shoulder and shake her a little.

“Mmm?” She opened her eyes. Arms behind her head, stretching. Perfectly shaved armpits. “Oh my, I must have fallen asleep”. Her drowsy look, those large dark eyes. Her full lips. This was torture!
“It was bedtime anyway” she said, got up from the sofa with a soft moan and hugged me. “Good night.” I felt her breasts on my chest. They were so soft. My arms were around her lower back. “Good night”.
She walked up the stairs rubbing her eyes and disappeared into her room. I was feeling terrible. She was way too attractive for my liking. And why does she look at me that way? Or was this just in my head? I was slipping into bed with Dora. Just relax, I was telling myself. I’ll get used to Bimbo. It will pass. It was just a period of adjustment. I was dozing off.

A few weeks later. Thursday night again. Dora was in bed early as usual. I was watching movie again and Bimbo made her appearance.
“Do you mind?” she was moving her head, pointing towards the empty spot on the sofa.
“Of course!” I answered.
Again she was sitting for a bit, then adjusting into a half lying down position with her legs towards me. Pretty soon she was silent. I was looking at her. Asleep again. Her eyes are closed. A few minutes later a soft short moan, and she was moving her arms and legs. Exposing more of her legs. The night dress has moved up her thighs. I can see the tiniest bit of her panties. Front-side. White. She kept moving. Her feet are touching my thighs. I am getting tense, but manage to relax after a few moments. Why can’t I shake the feeling she was doing this on purpose?

It did not take too long then she was moving again. Eyes closed. The tiniest vocalization. This time she was turning towards the sofa. Exposing parts of her butt. I can now see her panties are high cut. Latest fashion.

Of course! A good part of her butt-cheeks was exposed. I was getting first row seats to a spectacular which got my heart pumping. My breathing was elevated. This was too much! Should I stop it? I can’t. I don’t want to. I was looking at her pussy. Covered by her panties. Covered well.

I can’t even see a camel toe. But my, this was a sight nonetheless! After not too long she moves again, this time sliding down the sofa, lying down flat. Planting her feet on my lap. Eyes still closed. One of her heels was touching my dick.

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You are wellcome.

More games of interests are in the offing.

He deserved a severe penalty.

Wike is more like the rave of the moment.

OKAY. We will see where all the politicking will end.

The act reeks of cruelty but it is still better than taking human lives.

Something from Pandora’s Box





Tony Sunkan



Copyright 2022
The work is all a fiction and does not refer to any real person, dead or alive.

Meeting Dora brought a lot of gusto and liveliness to Ayo, the one who loves to chase after any beautiful thing in skirt. Ayo does not mind his marital status. Dora is beautiful and desirable. However, in the new relationship he starts with Dora, her daughter is more like something from Pandora’s Box.


ONE
I was a man with plenty of promises. My bakery business was doing well and I was proud of that. I was married to Fathia with two children. We were supposed to be one happy family, but my tendency to fall for the opposite sex usually pitted me against my wife. I believed she should show more understanding and overlook the infidelity part. Alas, Fathia did not. The basis of infidelity was why she parked out of our home, taking the children, who were still very young, with her.

My current live-in-lover was Dora, a nurse in a big private hospital at Ikeja, Lagos. Dora was sultry and certainly desirable. She was in her later thirties. I had wondered why she had remained single, seeing the kind of beauty and allure she had. She had said the right man had not come.

“I’m the right man for you,” I had jokingly said.

She took this virtually literarily. She went on to reveal that she had a seventeen years old daughter, named Bimbo. Her daughter was staying with her grandma in Benin and was not always in Lagos. To me, that would not be an obstacle. I found myself going to the registry six months after meeting Dora and signing the dotted lines that she had become my wife. Just like that! I was crazy, but that was the way things turned to be. After all, if Fathia would not come back home, someone else had to be an intimate soul mate.

Months later, Bimbo came around to our residence and I met her. I had seen her pictures before, but I did not know she was this hot. Seeing her in real life was different. She was so hot. She had dark straight hair and light skin. I had to make an effort not to stare.
“Nice to meet you Bimbo” I said. Our looked met. I was feeling electricity running through my spine.
“Nice to meet you too”, she replied. She got a strange shy vibe about her, but somehow there was more to her. Something told me she was not so shy.
“Is everything alright?” Dora asked. “Yeah! Big day! She was finally moving in. I was sure she’ll love it here”, I reply. I give Dora a hug and kiss. My face must have given it away. I was freaked out by how hot Bimbo is.
A week later. Thursday night after dinner. Dora was in bed. She got an early start tomorrow. I was on the sofa, streaming movie on the TELEVISION. Creaking on the stairs.
“Hey.”
“Hey Bimbo, still up?”
“Yeah can’t sleep yet. What are you watching?” “Just a random movie, not too bad.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Sure go ahead!”
The way she looked at me. I did not like it. It was not just me. I think she was feeling it too. I don’t like this! She was my stepdaughter.
I was freaking out. There she is, next to me on the sofa. Wearing her one piece nightdress. I was moving a bit over to the right. Give her more space. A look at her. She looked back. Slight smile on her face. I smile back. I was so tense. It was ridiculous. I was going to have to get used to this. I had to think of her as my daughter, be a father. I was trying to relax, sinking back into the sofa. After a few minutes I was feeling better. Bimbo was adjusting her position. Half lying down on the sofa. Her legs towards me. Thank god her nightdress was long enough. Ended just over her knees. Pedicure. French style. My favourite. Not good. I can’t help but getting aroused.

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This should not have led to any fight.

Let the Oro people do their own while Church people will also do their own.

With the murder case, the Church people don buy market.

Interesting

The rather obvious way her elbow pistoned up and down made it clear to everyone else she was giving me a hand job and not merely rubbing my package, and Christy was the first to sweep all the bubbles aside, stare down through the water, and mutter dryly, “Oooh, big surprise.”

Uchechi smirked and drawled, “Just don’t make him pop. I--”

“Next!” Anna interrupted before Uchechi could finish.

“Bitch,” Uchechi complained without any real heat in her voice.

“Next after Anna!” Precious announced.

Uchechi groaned, “now I think it’s clear that I already--”

“Next after Precious!” Chidinma cheered with both hands in the air.

Christy frowned. “Wait, I thought you didn’t even want to--”

“Everybody gets a turn!” Uchechi yelled, and the others all shut up and sat still. “But not in the hot tub. Let’s just relax, have the jets massage our muscles, and enjoy the heat for a bit. THEN we’ll go inside and you all can have your way with him.”

“Aww, does this mean I have to stop?” Maryam complained. The way her elbow kept pistoning, I didn’t want her to stop, either. She also hugged my head to her chest, which basically meant my cheek was pressed into her cleavage with titflesh tantalizingly close to my lips.

Uchechi rubbed her forehead. “Fine, I’ll give you three more minutes. Do not make him pop.”

Maryam glowed happily. “I promise.” Her hand started pumping and we promptly went back to Frenching. gawd I loved kissing this girl.

She didn’t get me off. We made out for about four and a half minutes, after which Christy started tapping her shoulder and we reluctantly stopped sucking each other’s face. Maryam didn’t take her hand out of my trunks though, and it was only when Chidinma noticed her arm was still subtly moving and called her out on it that the Ghanaian redhead finally let go of my cock.

The girls returned to their conversation and I sloUchechid down in the tub to actually relax. Twenty minutes later, we all finally climbed out of the tub and headed into the house to dry off.

But nobody put their clothes back on. Sam’s instructions. Instead, Uchechi led me over to the middle of the big couch and told me to drop my swim trunks.

“Umm, what?” I balked. I was still topless from the hot tub, and my swim trunks were my only article of clothing. I’d never been completely NAKED in front of any of the Pretty-Young-Things girls before.

‘Very well then dear. I liked what you did there,’ I said.

I spread her legs and inserted the tip inside her. She started to moan and from there I pushed half of my cock inside her.

‘Oh goodness! That feels so cool!’ Zaynab moaned out loud with the condom between her teeth.

‘Yeah,’ I said getting in the game.

Her body started to get be thrilled. I began to move my hips back and forth without stopping. The young lady moaned all the time out of pleasure, never breaking eye contact with me. I grabbed her hips and started to bang her faster. The result of that was to make her moan louder. At a moment, she put the condom inside her mouth then spit it on her breasts.

‘Oh my gosh! Hmn....goodness! This is so cool.’

‘I could say the same thing about your body, dear,’ I said smiling.

I wanted to change positions so I pulled my cock out from her and told her to get in doggy style. She did what I said to her. From behind, I began to bang her harder. To make her feel better, I grabbed her hands and put them on her back then I pulled them to me making her to arch her back. Seeing what I just did to her, she smiled and moaned hard.

‘Shit!’ she said, smirking.

‘You tried it now. How does it feel?’

‘It felt like I'm going to be bleeped hard.’

‘You're right!’ I said.

My dick was drilling her pussy like it was just a toy. I didn't have any mercy for it. Afterall, she was enjoying it very much. It started to get very hot in the room. Both of us felt like there was no more air here but that did not stop us. Indeed, we had to moan out the pleasure that we were experiencing.

‘Let me know when you are close, dear,’ she said.

‘Well, I'm pretty close. Where do you want me to cum?’

‘Everywhere you want babe. Just not inside.’

‘Do you want to take it on the face?’ I asked.

‘For you, dear? I would gladly take it in the face and be so proud of it.’ she said.

Not even a minute passed after she said this when I pulled my cock out and laid her on the bed again. I got on top of her and began to slowly stroke my cock. she was watching the action passionately and waited for my semen to shoot out on her face. She opened her mouth and pulled her tongue out. Not long after that I began to ejaculate. Every shot of it was directed where I wanted to go: inside her mouth, her lips, her face, her forehead.

‘Goodness, that's it,’ I said.

For now, I was spent, but a great deal of actin was still under way. This was just the preamble.


***


We remained entangled in a passionate embrace and were soon under the bed spread, making love. She looked contented thereafter.


‘This your new Abuja job is taking you away from me for too many days,’ she said.

I grinned to myself. Was it not for good? That’s life,’ I said.

A couple of hours later, we parted ways, after compensating her financially.

I decided to return to Abuja Sunday evening. Yes, any time I came to Lagos, I would be going back by Sunday evening flight. The big house welcomed me back. I went back to the monoTife of indulging in my work and relaxing at home alone. I did not want to start patronizing any club or social place yet. I was always reserved in such matters.

Monday to Friday, I followed the same routine, from my place of work to my residence. I also decided that my trip to be with my family for the weekend would be every forth-night. That Friday, on my way from work,

I thought of how the weekend would be. Surprisingly, on getting home, I met Lizzy in the house.

‘What a surprise. I thought you’ll be in the camp.’

She grinned at me. ‘I sneaked out of the camp to come and spend the weekend. I’ll go back on Monday. We have one week to go.’

Somehow, I felt I would not be so bored with her being around, after all.

‘Well, it’s alright.’ I shrugged. ‘You’re welcome.’

The cook came to ask what she should prepare for dinner. A look at her drawn face showed that something was wrong.

‘What’s the problem, Ms. Abutu?’ I asked.

‘I’m not feeling too well,’ she said. ‘I think I have malaria.’

‘Oh, sorry about that. That means you should go and rest. Don’t worry, now that Lizzy is here, she should be able to prepare meal. Go and rest.’

‘Oh, thank you, sir.’

She left the sitting-room.

I turned to my sister-in-law. ‘You should be able to prepare something, shouldn’t you?’

Lizzy smiled. ‘Of course, I can.’ She got to her feet. ‘What do you want for dinner, Your Excellency?’