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I am nineteen. And yet to F**K a girl. Yea,you
can begin screaming ‘WTF!’ all youwant. Well,
that wouldn’t change a thing.Or would it?
Let’s get back to the real storynow again,
shall we? Fine. So…I startedseeing X-rated at
the age of thirteen. I was inHigh school then
and always asked myfriends for their dirty
magazines. I lovedwomen (…and still do of
course. Wonderhow I shouldn’t when I ain’t
gay) and wasalways attracted to more
matured ones(MILFs mostly). Even though I
craved to fuckone day, I always never had the
courage toapproach any girl who was within
my agebracket to ask her out. This meant I
wouldcontinue with endless fantasies (…
likeGenevieve Nnaji giving me a boob job.
Howsilly though!), X-rated and m----------n.
Bynineteen, I had developed what
wasbecoming one of the largest d---s
forsomeone my age. My friends had
alwaystalked about how large it was and
evennever minded telling their girl friends. I
wasnever bothered too as I only found
itpleasing and largely a source of man
pride.They claimed the pecker had only
gottenthat big because I started Bleeping girls
froma very tender age. I knew better but I
nevertold them how wrong they were (they
wereduns after all). Whenever we talked
aboutsex, my experiences with X-rated
alwayslooked to substitute for me and over
time,most of them began asking me for a
coupletips on how they could please their
girls. Itwas quite hilarious! (…and you can see
whyI called them d*ns. Haha)The closest I had
gotten to having s*x waswith a visiting sister
to a neighbor. As aresult of my area of
training I somehowbecame of help to the
neighbor in question.He always gave me little
tasks to carry outon his behalf of which he
pays me for. I hadjust gotten into my third
year in theuniversity and I had a fair idea of
what healways gave me to do. It was on one
of suchassignments that I got to meet Mary
(now,not the mother of that guy who died on
thecross. This one is quite not as innocent)
.She was far older than myself. At least
shewas fifteen or seventeen years ahead,
andmarried. I had gone to my neighbor’s
placeto carry out one of the usual tasks
wholeaves me with only to meet her at
home.After introducing myself, she allowed me
inand soon we became friends and gottalking.
Our conversation was so vast thatwe soon
began talking about theconsequences of
having lots of weight ashuman. It propped up
an argument as towhich, men preferred most.
The fat or theslim. I said it was the later of
which she didnot totally agree to and I knew
why. Shewas a bit plump but was
nonethelessmarried although without kids. She
triedpresenting all her argue-facts and in
theattempt asked me if I knew what it was
likehaving a woman with lots of flesh in bed.
Ianswered like I had tried both of the twosides
before but that could not convinceher.
Subsequently, she raised her flowingskirt
almost entirely up to her waist,revealing her
fleshy thighs. While she didso, she held onto
one of the thighs andasked me if I knew what
that succulentthigh meant to most men. She
triedemphasizing it by grabbing onto the
fleshthere and bringing herself closer to where
Isat. All along I was smiling but not arousedin
anyway. And I still assume she wasequally not
aroused in any way what soever. However,
after she got as close as shecould manage,
she urged me to feel theflesh. Her skirt was
still held to her hip byone hand while the
other grabbed theunderneath of the thigh in
question. Weboth were still joking and arguing
about itat the same time. I still had intentions
ofcontinuing with the task for which I
visitedand all I planned to do was settle
theargument and return to the work. When
sherepeated the request, I laughed and toldher
she had too much flesh and how I didn’tfancy
it. To this, she further asked me tofeel her
thighs and that I never knewanything about
plump women. I respondedby placing a hand
on it, telling her it madeno difference on what
I felt and removed myhand. She rejected my
attempt and insistedI would do so again. She
even said I wouldhave to try to grab the thigh
with bothhands. I laughed and said it was
notnecessary. She made a face and said
shenever liked what I was doing. In response,
Isuccumbed and made to grab her laps
assuggested. However, mistakenly, as I didso,
I unintentionally dipped my right
fingersthrough the cut of her panties
therebyfinding her crotch (and how I liked
themiracle!). She was partly damp there
whichI felt was from sweat. But equally full
ofcurly hair. My other hand had held onto
theother side of her laps and was
alreadymaking a move to lift the enormous
thing.But with the right one right inside
herpanties, everything paused. She did
notutter a word and even when I said I
wassorry and tried taking my hand away,
sheshut up her thighs and caught my hands
inbetween both legs. I remained stuck.
Shepulled me towards her and that brought
myhands straight to her wet Kittycat opening.
Ionly made little additional effort and
twofinger found their way into her
yearningpussy! Unfortunately for her, we were
onlyabout to get anything going when
wesuddenly heard a knock on the door.
Thiswas followed by her sister’s return. We
hadbeen alone all along. My
subsequentattempt to get this completed
wascompletely futile as I was told she left
thenext day. Poor Danny! Really poor, Danny!!
Now I only use that for my fantasies. Ialways
imagine myself completing theprocess.
Locating her Kittycat with the samefingers,
fingering them and getting to pulloff her
panties. This would be followed byeither my
s-----g of her Kittycat; which I seeas my most
coveted desires; or giving heran instant F**K.
Nonetheless, all this willkeep being fantasies
and nothing more.Well, that was about my
closest attemptand as you can see, if failed
woefully. Nowcan we talk about more
important issues oflife? Good.I am the only
son. And in a family of twoissues, it simply
means I have just onesister.
To Be Continued….Episode 2
Your daft head can’t just be tellingyou
otherwise! Cannot remember the lasttime
anyone had a transsexual for a sibling.At
least not in Nigeria. That aside anyway.So…as
I said, the other of my sibling is agirl. A very
pretty girl to say the least.Unfortunately for
everyone, this pretty girlhardly stays home.
She just graduated fromthe university and got
enlisted with aRunway outfit (for those of you
who havelooked up these last two words
endlesslywithout having a clue of what it
means;simply think of a super slim girl, on a
superslim outfit, cat walking down a ‘super
slim’alley. That should do). She has
alwayswanted to be a model and how I was
sureshe fits in. She has a body to die for. As
forme, I will be getting out of school as a
freshgraduate by the end of the current
calendaryear. I am studying Physics in school.
Thesame course dad studied. Well…I am
stillsome way from being what he has
becomein this field. In fact, he is currently a
visitingprofessor at Nottingham Trent
University inthe united Kingdom and has been
made amember of many professional bodies.
Thiswas good for the family but I seriously
misshis parenting although am
aintcomplaining. I had not chosen the
coursebecause of him or his success like it is
thecase with most Nigerian teenagers
(Dadsells used bottles, so I wana be a
bottledealer. Pheew!!). I love physics and
hadlong developed a big interest in it. Now
Iwill soon be getting out of school with
adegree in it. And trust me, I have
neversorted. At least not yet.Now over to
Mum. She is just great. Ihaven’t said yours
aint equally great. ButI’m like; mine is just
great!! She is currentlythe caretaker dad if you
get what mean.She works with a Finance
Solutionscompany. Studied Banking in a
school inthe U.S back in the days and
hasmaintained almost a single job line for
overtwo decades now. Her coming from
awealthy family meant that she wouldvirtually
achieve all she ever aspired forexcept for
having another male kid. That,she could not
get. Too bad. But I know I doserve up in the
absence of two. Like I said, Iaint asking for
the assist of a transsexualyet. She has been a
wonderful mother andhardly complains about
my dad’sreoccurring absence. Most times,
when itappeared like she was going to feel
hisabsence, she would look for her
femalefriends to spend time with. I pitied her
atsuch times. I was not getting enough
Kittycat;yea, true. But everyone knows for sure
thatthe case of someone who has gotten
soused to Bleeping every day really
lookslargely different. Now do not ask me how
Iknew they always had it every day when
hewas in. Wonder how many times you
wouldrather have it if you were dad or
mum.Spend the next half-hour finding
ananswer.Mum has a sister. Annarose by
name. Andjust like yourself, I have spent most
part ofmy miserable life thinking of what
meaningthe name possibly had. yet, just
likeyourself too, I haven’t figured out. I
havenever come to understand what
reasonsgrandpa and grandma had for giving
hersuch a name. Those were meant to be
twodifferent name. Type the names on MS
wordand you would know how
different.Unfortunately for me, she still bears
thename and she is by far, my most
favouriteaunt from both dad and mum’s sides.
She isjust sassy! A closest definition of a bag
offun even though she is currently in herearly
thirties. She has never lost thatimpertinence
we have known her for andeach time she
visited, I never got tired ofher. She only just
recently got married toUncle Dee Dee; another
character of a guyand they stay in Abuja. This
has meant thatI only get to meet her fewer
times a year.However, Dee Dee currently
completed abusiness trip to France which
meantAnnarose came close to suffering
mum’skinda predicament. What gladdened
myheart though, was that, she made up
hermind to stay with us until her
husbandmade it back. Each time I remember
this, Iget so electrified!It is a pity I have been
telling you this storywithout saying what day
it is. Well, I amkinda sorry about that. Today
is a Mondayhere. Do not know what date it is
as youread this story but, just try to think
today isa Monday. And yea, I also have not
said whoI am. Well, I said a little about myself
backthere but, let me kinda say more. I
amDaniel by name. I don’t think my surname
isthat important. I don’t think. So I amDaniel.
You should call me Danny though.Just a way
of being benevolent and savingyou the trauma
of stressfully calling out thereal thing
continuously. Guess you usuallyend up very
aggravated whenever you optfor the later.
(Smiles). Well, I have justmade up so feel
better. That said. So…I aman undergraduate of
Physics from theUniversity of Nigeria. I am Ibo
although mymum is an Efik. I am tall. Just a
little shy ofsix feet. Handsome. Good-looking.
AlthoughI don’t know how these two are
different.Rather athletic. Cannot remember the
lasttime I jogged around my dad’s parking
lotthough, so I assume the fitness is more
likehereditary than developed. I am
lightskinned but not fully fair. So kinda in a
fixon that one. I don’t have a girl. Now,
don’task me why. Just flow with the story.
Afterall, that is why you are reading it. You
canmake the first move, if you are a
girlthough. That aside. Thank you. I
assumethat says it all for me. Or, am I
forgettingsomething? Oh! Okay, Just
remembered; myfavourite colour is torques
blue. How absurdanyway. But that’s that. I
also prefer girlsthat are older than myself.
Most especiallywhen they are in their late
twenties orthirties. Well, if you just stopped
loving mebecause of this last one, you can
move one.Have never complained about
beingdisliked. No hard feelings.Having defined
myself for you, guess wecan now return to the
story. I know all thosewere still part of the
story but I mean let’sreturn to the real story.
Yea, the real story.It all began exactly two
weeks ago.
To Be Continued….
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Episode 3
A Monday. Therefore exactly a week
today.Mum had told me that Annarose was
goingto visit us. And she was coming
thefollowing day, Tuesday. She was to
spendnot less than three weeks with us and
howpleasant that looked from the start. I
knowthat the more reason why I was
happyabout the coming of Anna is that fact
thatshe is my favourite but I must still
confessthat before then, I had gradually
startedhaving certain inexplicable feelings for
her.I have not said I was interested in
fuckingher (guess, your very corrupt thoughts
hadalready said so to you) but I cannot
denythat I was not increasingly finding her
veryattractive. She is a very similar type
ofwoman to my mum. Far from large in
sizebut with this body that just
appearssufficient in places you would want
andexpect. She usually wears braids that
arenormally bold on her face. Her neck
isslender, even and tall, and meets her
nicelystreamlined shoulder blades just at
themiddle of the frame. Her arms are
slendertoo and smoothly round all the way to
herelbow. You wouldn’t find lots of flesh
therethough. Her Bosom are just
simplyindispensible! They look so so so round
andcurvy that I most times usually fail
toexplain just how they are connected to
herchest judging from the fact that
theyendlessly seem like they are both
standingon their own accords. Her Tips are
thenozzles to the two balls and appear
evererect! She is just breathtaking up
there.However, her hip and her Buttocks are
just themain reasons for my existence! They
areabsolute show-stoppers! She has a hip to
beenslaved for! The two ends must bevirtually
a mile apart if measured but lookfar from
disproportionate to her entire bodysize. When
she walks, it takes a calendaryear for her
entire back side to complete afull swing to and
fro. Mehn! Now that is justwhere the problem
is. Her Buttocks! I don’t knowhow much of X-
rated you watch but I haveseen; on very few
occasions though; assesthat appear rather
closer to the bearer’supper hip than to her
thighs. Annarose’sass just looks like that.
Simply hanging onnothing while equally so
pointed to the rearand boldly round! She just
was a directroute to sin! Mum had told me
that UncleDee Dee only dated her for a month
and gotsettled with her. Wonder who wouldn’t
dothat with an Buttocks like that! Well, mum
lookedquite similar if not for the Buttocks and
I guessyou now understand why she is
increasinglybecoming attractive to me in spite
of thefact that she is an aunt. I am an
Buttocks man!And there is little I can do
about it.It suddenly became Tuesday. Sorry
Ihaven’t narrated to you how I spent
theremainder of Monday. I am too busy to.
Butjust know that I had a pretty decent
nightrest. I didn’t think of Aunt
Annarosethough. I just didn’t do any foolish
thinglike that. I just prayed to God and
slept.And yea, I go to church dumbass! So
herewe are now on Tuesday. We spent the
firsteleven hours of the new day in
preparationfor Anna. Mum had called to ask
her if shewished to be picked from the Akanu
Ibiaminternational airport but she said no.
Sheclaimed to have made her plan so we had
tokeep waiting. I wanted to wait all shewished
but…well, not like wait withoutdoing anything.
So I got busy. I resumedgaming! I had just
won the UEFA Super Cupwith Levante on
Football Manager Soccersimulator that
morning (how impossible itwill be in real life
situation though. But youjust had the name:
Soccer Simulator!). NowI was up for the next
challenge. However, itwas while I had
embroiled myself again inthis that we heard a
knock on the door.Well, it was just me who
heard. Mum wasindoors, so I walked to the
door to open itand alas! there she was! Aunt
Annarose inall her elegance and radiance. She
wassimply gorgeous that very morning!!
Shewas wearing an elastic looking carton-
browngown with a beaded neck. It was very
lowcut and did little to conceal her very
largeboobs. I saw myself tracing the inner
sidesdown to the area around the undersides.
Ihad an instant hard on!”Come here Little D!”,
she called out as Iyelled my excitement. That
is what she callsme. Now if your dumb head
cannot still getwhy; her husband is Dee while I
am D(anny). Guess you through? Cool. So,
Ilaughed and embrace her when she did!And
she pulled me firmly into her bosomcausing
my entire chest to press into hervoluptuously
looking soft Bosom! I remainedthere for what
seemed like decades as shekept asking me
about myself. Now, I cannotsay if I was the
one who never wanted toget off the soft
balloons or if she was justkeeping the
embrace longer than normal.Because I recall
it was not until mum walkedinto the living
room that we had a reason tobreak the
embrace! She must have heardAnna’s
laughter.”Here she is!”, she started. Excitement
allover her eyes. “You made us wait so
long””Hahahaha. As though we would be
goingfor a function together this morning?.
Goodmorning Paula. You didn’t go to the
officetoday?”. I had just collected her bags
fromher but I still noticed she had her left
handon my right buttocks as I made to go
dropthe bags. It wasn’t a grab; just a
slighttouch. Think straight man!”No. Have
some days off. How was yourtrip?”, mum
started again”Was fine. I left home late””Who
drove you to this place from
theairport?””Obinna”. (He is Dee Dee’s younger
brother,don’t forget that). “I was aware he is
inEnugu so I asked him to come pick me.
Justa way of seeing him again after a
longwhile”. I was heading to the
guestroomnow, so barely heard what they
weretalking about. While I walked, I
searchedher bags. Cannot really explain what
it was Iwas searching for but I remember
seeingthe shocker of my life while doing so.
Justinside the smaller inner pocket of the
mainhandbag, I found a pink electric vibrator!
Ifyou watch X-rated as much as myself,
youshould know that there are vibrators
thatlook a lot like dildos. Well, that was
exactlythe kind I found in there. I was just
tooscared to feel the thoroughly ribbed toy.
Ionly examined it right from inside the bagand
then set her things aside after that.But, the
images of the bead-like designsthat formed
the mid section of the toy wasnever going to
leave my head. I nonethelessjoined the others
in the living room.
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Nice one. But your language is provoking.
Nice one. But your language is provoking. Am reading your story doesnt mean am a dumbass
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