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She held me, she was loosing balance. She
asked that I put the song on repeat. Her eyes
had dimmed out.
My eyes had become chinese eyes. So close
were we dancing that my erect rod was brushing
against Bimbo. Since no
objections, I moved behind her. The easiest place
to begin. I am slightly taller than her.
With alcohol in my veins, standing behind her,
myrod erect brushing between Bimbo’s yansh,
my hands went round and
brushed past her Tips. She only kept dancing.
Now with full courage I moved in for the kill.
Rather, I moved to fall deeper into the web.
It must’ve been evening, the room was getting
I leaned over and kissed her neck. By now I was
handling her bosoms from the back. Suddenly, I
felt a hand reaching for
myrod. Slowly she was stroking it, I reached
under her top, under the bra to the flesh.
Smooth, round flesh. It felt round
like an orange, yet the flesh was as velvet
smooth as the skin on a green apple. I fondled
her slowly as her Tips hardened.
I turned her round, folded up her top and bra. As
my lips found her already hard Tips, she let out
a low moan. Yes!
I reached behind and loosened her bra.
Removing the bra and top to reveal two
Succulent Cones of Beauty. I guided her
slowly as she took two patient steps backward
and was on the bed. I reached for her zip and it
was already unbuttoned. I
pulled down the zip and almost immediately
pulled down her jeans. What I saw was startling.
Bimbo’s yansh is as huge
as what you might call a huge batty! This is
what nackson can die for. The yansh is like an
oriel, protruding in a well
rounded manner and folds underneath. A gay
would repent at the sight of this. Please, permit
me to call it Ikebe. This was
the fourth leg that marveled me. And this is
where the addiction to Bimbo began.
I started to kiss her, first from her neck, down to
each of the sweet cones. Sucking one and
handling the other, her eyes
were closed as she moaned. By the time I kissed
to her navel, her hands were rubbing my head
My head scatter.
s*x and alcohol is a vice. Please, don’t try it. Its
a sweet sin.
As my fingers were reaching for Bimbo’s camel
toe, she opened her legs willingly. Voluntarily.
I slid my middle finger her honeypot. It was
already so wet. And warm.
I began to finger her. She was now moaning
louder. And started remove my shirt. After
removing the buttons, she reach
for my trouser and unzipped it, reached inside
and brought out myrod.
Already hard. She began to handle it.
My fingers continued to work as I added my
index finger. I curve the two fingers upward
searching of that favorite spot.
The walls of her honeywell were tender as I
imagined the lips wrapping myrod in a heavenly
The effect of my fingers were beginning to get
into her. Her waist started to moved relative to
the activities of my fingers.
Instantly, I knew Bimbo knows how to fvck! What
I didn’t know is that alcohol brings out the beast
I stopped everything I was doing and positioned
myself for penetration. As I slid my stiff erect rod
into her fleshy warm
and wet honey, she let out at moan that sang
into my ears.
“Uhhhhhhh…..” My head skata!
The sound loosened out the nuts in my head and
tightened up the muscles of myrod. Surprisingly
she was tighter than I
thought. She was ‘good-girl-tight’. She felt sweet
inside I swear! I stopped for a moment to savor
that sensation money
can’t buy!, then I slowly began to move in and
IN – OUT – IN -OUT – IN—–
Bimbo began to adjust properly to take me in,
she spread her legs wider.
I pinned her two hands on the bed above her
head and her moans filled the air.
she was getting wetter. And hotter. There was so
much honey inside her that myrod felt like a
warrior. I increased tempo
a bit at steady intervals. I wasn’t banging her
recklessly. Every stroke of myrod was purposely.
I continued to bang Bimbo
on my bed. The thoughts of that hot wet fleshy
tight hole whets appetite for yanshing anytime.
“Stagggg uhhhh ahhhhhh staaaaggg”
Oh Bimbo! Sweet Bimbo!
Here she was lying on my bed, legs apart letting
me into a world of ecstasy. Welcoming me into
her pink wet honey
amidst moans of pleasure. I banged her
thoroughly. We were sweating profusely. It didn’t
matter. I banged her in all
corners, turned her raising her hole to the high
heavens, I slid in again.
Banging her from behind.
Then it began. The next phase.
I thought I was the one yanshing her o , she
began to move in such a way that I was still and
she was yanshing me. Her
two heavy round buttocks made me happy
looking at them. See sweet no-holds-barred
activities! After a while, she laid
me down and climbed. She started riding myrod.
Sensation was getting her wild as she threw her
head back, handling
her Tips and moaning loudly. Then she bent
over, kissing me and banging me as her heavy
yansh slammed my thighs.
I noticed her honeywell tightened, so I turned her
round, and began to dig her well in gentle but
hard strokes. At an
interval of 2seconds. Come see madness!
After after a full minutes of these thrusts, she
gripped and started pulling at my bedspread. I
was relentless. At a steady
2seconds interval I rammed her honeypot, she
“Stag, yea uhhhhhh stag”
I continued, then pinned her down again
“Ahhhhhhh…..uhhhhh….staaaaag” she moaned
loudly. Definitely my neighbors would hear. But…
“Yessss staagggg… Uhhhhh staaaag…. please
Her hole tightened. What happened next was
earth shattering as she broke freely from my pin-
down and gripped my
waist. She started moving to meet my thrusts
midway and with a very loud cry that rent the
air, gushed of water
splashed out as her we’ll ejected myrod.
The water gushed out in forced squirts. She had
“Uhhhh yeeesss yeesss” she still moaned as the
squirts subsided. The Pour had wet my bed. We
both laid there
,exhausted. She was panting like she just ran
A moment later I was in the bathroom. A quick
shower. But the sweat was least of my worries.
Three was needed.
Food. I still wanted to drink and reminisce. The
sweet memory of this round I just had in
And so the third thing I wanted was more s*x.
It was some minutes before 8pm. Bimbo was still
lying on the bed. I had to go get food. I took up
my ATM and went out.
I went straight to keystone bank by the LG
Shop on Akowonjo road, took out some money,
recharged my phone and made sure to call Sade
before I go back home.
Thirty minutes later, I was on my way back with
a bottle of Elliot and some junk food when I met
Bimbo outside standing
by a metallic Toyota corolla.
“Is this safe out on the street here?” She was
asking pointing to the car
“And whose is it?”
“Can I leave it here if thieves don’t disturb?” She
continued, ignoring my question.
Well, the compound isn’t very spacious and the
people who stay in the main building had parked
in the only place that
can take a car.
“Yes, its okay there. Most people park in front of
their houses without incidents”
“Okay. So what did you get…” The conversation
went on. It was no rocket science, she came with
it and it would have
been very dumb of me to keep asking.
Apparently, this one wasn’t ostentatious.
In a very subtle way she had just told me in
another way, she was staying over.
Once in the room, her phone began to ring. It
had been a call from her mom, Bimbo had lied
about being in Ikotun and
intended staying the night there. After the call,
she had told me its her very close childhood
friend of she goes to Ikotun
to see. She also placed a call to the friend and
told her her mom had just called, in case her
mom called the friend.
Girls and their ways, who can know it?
As she spoke on phone I kept thinking of Sade
and the trouble I and Bimbo had just caused.
Damn! Bimbo was a sight to
behold from the back. Her wide hips, big meaty
fleshy behind, now concealed under those jeans
Imaginary Genuwine rendered “In Those Jeans”…
Is there any more room for me?
Like gravity pulling an object, Bimbo’s batty
began to pull at me. I obliged.
I didn’t know when I stood behind her again, my
hands held her waist. She held the phone to her
ear with one hand, her
other hand went behind her again, just as it had
started before. It had started again…
Then I heard
“Lemme call you back. I gotto go” she ended the
call and threw the phone on the bed.
From behind, I slid my hand to her cameltoe, and
she slightly parted her laps to allow one of my
fingers enter The Place.
My finger curved into her. She threw her head
back, resting it on my chest, one hand brought
out myrod and was
rubbing it. Her other hand found and held me
from the back of my neck.
I began to finger Bimbo as she let out soft
moans. She was getting wetter and hotter.
I manipulated her to a point it was like her legs
were shaking and she could not stand anymore,
we reached for the bed.
By now, I was hard. My rooster was stiff hard.
But instead of lying down she reached for my
trouser and pulled it down,
then gently pushed me to the bed.
What would follow was jaw dropping…
Bimbo held myrod with both hands, and I simply
knew what was coming so I tucked a pillow to
support my back and
relaxed. At this point, I wished for a gulp of rum.
At the first touch of Bimbo’s warm mouth over
myrod, I let out a soft moan
Bimbo drooled spit on my rooster and began to
suck me. Slowly, sensually, soft was her mouth
and her tongue spoke a
language only myrod understood. I was sliding
into the 9th cloud. I threw my head back as my
eyes rolled upwards into
the eyelid. Anyone looking at me then will see
only the white parts of my eyes like Rayden of
MK cos the pupils of my
My whole body was quaking, I was half moaning,
half laughing! A guy would understand that
ecstatic world of pleasure.
Bimbo handled me well, sucking the living
daylight out. When I could not take it again, in a
flash I was inside her from the
back. I can’t explain how I did it but I started
banging Bimbo from the back. She was on all
fours. I knelt behind her
ramming her from the back. I couldn’t see her
breasts hitting back and forth and I could
Bleeping Bimbo was one sweet hell of an
experience. Wide hips, big meaty batty. Sweet!
She was moaning seriously “sstaaaaagg ohh
I continued to bleep that sweet Well, she moaned
“Uhhhhh aaahhhhhh uhhhhhh”
I banged Bimbo thoroughly. Hitting her with
measured control, I forked her with a steel rod.
Filling up her hole as her
punny lips wrapped myrod, juice flowed out of
her Well as she moaned
“Staaagg uhhhh aaaahhhh oooohhh”
The I gently pushed further down to the bed. As
she laid chest down on the bed,n I closed her
legs. This made her Well
tighten even further. I entered from back.
Her Well was well lubricated with punny juice as I
bleeped her silly. More and more creamy juice
was flowing out of that
sweet warm lovehole
“Ooohhhh aaahhhh sstaaaagg” she moaned.
Her pussycat was too sweet, too wet, too warm
to last too long. In and out, myrod bleep Bimbo’s
wet Well with all the
juice flowing out, I stiffened, jerked and after few
more thrusts, my heavy load of Pour shot out!
She got up first. She went straight for the bottle
of Elliot and poured into a glass cup, she took a
gulp. Poured another
and handed it over to me.
Cream to rum, and on later days on to cognac.
On and on we went on screwing and drinking.
Our s*x drive had entered
We later ate. And somehow we both slept off.
When it checked the time, it was 4:30am. I was
feeling messed up! My stomach was tight. In
fact, it was feeling hot.
I sat up and clutched my stomach. I was half
awake, half sleeping. About 45 minutes later,
Bimbo rolled and eventually
sat up. She said if I drank too much and was
feeling like that, I should drink something hot.
Tea, beverage or coffee. She
made me tea.
I started feeling relieved. We were already
chatting that early in the morning. Lol.
Lying on the bed and playfully chatting, gist went
from celebrities to fashion to international
politics and Bimbo wowed
me on international nuclear issues.
I brought out scrabble and we started playing.
She won. By a wide margin. Because she had a
Sade had crossed my mind many times. s*x with
Sade was nice but never this adventurous. It was
just s*x and that’s all.
Never this loud. I could experiment with this, not
The climax of my thoughts was when I asked
“Sade will end it with me”
She looked at me, and looked away back to the
“You are naïve” she said.
What in the world could she mean?
“Do I screw like a juvenile?”
She laughed out loud
“Whoever thought you schooled you well”
After a brief moment, she asked
“How did you meet her”
I was about to tell her when she said
“You don’t need to tell me, I know. Don’t expect
a girl to change.”
I was held to a shock at those words. Its not
rocket science. I had met Sade at a house party
and I liked the way she
danced. We met and after a long while offorming
, we began dating. Ok, wait. Sade’s dance steps
didn’t exactly say she
was a ‘good girl’ per se. The atmosphere I met
her wasn’t the house party of a pastor. But
somewhere I had failed the
see the disconnect between the Sade I had met
and the ultra ‘good girl’ Sade now exhibits.
No wonder! I should have known girlfriends know
themselves better. Little wonder Bimbo isn’t
bothered. Sade could do
same. Else, I’m not the only.
But Bimbo wouldn’t say anything further. I didn’t
appear angry at realizing Sade may not have
been all she posed.
Bimbo had actually said many things without
saying anything. She didn’t know.
Anyways, we still drank and bleeped again that
morning. In fact, twice. We were locked inside
just eating, drinking and
forking. A sunday well spent. And indeed, by the
time Bimbo left I was well spent.
I had just been inducted to that world. s*x and
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