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Straight And Retound – Season 1 – Episode 2

Straight And Retound

Straight And Retound

We made a stop at a boutique in Ikeja and purchased handbags, shoes and all the clothes she tried. She looked exceptionally beautiful in a particular blue dress with a high slit in front, it made her butt more appealing. I made a mental note to have her wear it the next time we meet. We did a little of chow mein and kung pao chicken. The Chinese dishes closed the day. We drove for a hour through heavy traffic before arriving at Akiode about 9 PM.

I arrived home just in time to watch the 10 o’clock news. My wife was already asleep, so I helped myself to a plate of rice and stew, received the third call from Indiat, made my way to my room, had a bath and slept with optimism.

I did not see Indiat until after two days my optimism had not deflated a bit, for almost every hour of the past two days we spoke, each conversation riddened with sexual innuendos.
Finally, tonight it’s gonna happen. I picked her up at 7 PM. My stubby fingers could not stay on the steering at every pause we made due to traffic or otherwise, my hand would creep up her hands then her laps but couldn’t go further; she would hit my hand off as soon as it probes through the slit of the blue gown. She would say somethings hinged on exercising patience.

Exercising patience was not an advice I was willing to take.
Good for her, we arrived the Hotel my “Casanova” cousin had recommended as the best in the heart of Festac, before the kiss birthed something tipped, robust and succulent in my mouth.

We spent a little over an hour downstairs; drinking, eating with my cousin who came by to see the reason why I who had stopped hanging out for a while would out of the blue call for a hotel recommendation.

After a couple of shots, she became more receptive. Intermittently, she would paste wet kisses on my cheek and try to reach for my d!ck when her hand gets to my upper thighs, I would grab and hold on to it and each time I would subtly whisper in her ear “exercise patience.” I was turned on but was determined to play the same card she dealt. Minutes after our under the table games, we called it a day and made our way to our room, leaving my cousin with his lady companion
I sat in one of the two sofas in our white painted room and watched the model with enormous boobs strip tease to a slow song playing on the television. Her gaze fixed on my eyes to ensure that I did not miss nothing out of the unboxing. She danced towards me. Her enormous breasts suspended by a blue bra jiggled tirelessly in a slow motion. My eyes took in every inch and climbed down her body. Her blue [email protected] were so thin that I could almost see her fat labias peeping out by it’s sides when she squatted. A knob must have turned within her when she unzipped my Levi shorts and unveiled my bulged briefs. She licked her thick lips before feeling my fat d!ck with her long fingers. Focused on my bulge she pulled down the shorts. Unexpectedly, I stood up and let the shorts slide down. I heard her whisper “ohmygodheisbig” I walked past her into the bathroom where I took off my remaining clothes and turned on the shower.
I felt hands on my thighs, drooped water off my face with my hand and found Indiat kneeling and ogling my d!ck. I ran my hand on the wall till I encountered the faucet and turned off the shower. She arched her head upward and raised my big black d!ck with her face. Large eyes stared up at me, her thick lips opened up and in… slipped my d!ck.

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She held my d!ck steady, swirled and twirled her tongue around its tip. She placed her hands on my butts and slowly began to sU-Ck my d!ck. m0ans, sloppy sounds from sU-Cking and groans ricocheted and rebounced off the walls of the bathroom. I placed my hand on her head, my fat d!ck was so deep in her throat that I hit its back. I expected her to pause for a breather or gag but she never did. I closed my eyes and relished in the euphorical way she “washipped” my black d!ck, it would be a while before my warm seeds bust through. Alcohol was doing a good job delaying it. Her bubbly head was so rapid that when I peeked through my eyes the image blurred. She took my d!ck out and licked under the cap a bolt of electricity ran through me. I felt my seeds racing to bust through. She stopped sU-Cking instantaneously, she must have known I was about cumming because she removed her mouth and replaced with her hand. With the hand she sq££zed my d!ck really hard that I felt it move rearwards. She impelled me to sit on the side of the bathtub then raised my pulsating d!ck and swallowed my balls. She sU-Cked it for a while and began switching from my balls to my d!ck. She would spit on my d!ck,swoop and sU-Ck up the saliva like a vacuum cleaner

I pulled her up and put her to the nearest wall, she arched her back and pathed her legs few more inches until her p**sy was aligned with my crotch. She guided my hard d!ck in. Her wetness made it easier to penetrate her tight p**sy. I almost began ramming her furiously at first. But, I knew it would hurt so I thrusted slowly with my hand underneath her frame and squeezing her breasts.

“Oh no Arthur your balls are hitting my cl!t.” I had built up from the slow thrust and was ramming into her juicy orifice like the ram I was. I felt my balls contract. I twitched her arm so she turned and faced me. I took one of her big nippled enormous breasts when the cum receded. I put her again to the wall and began thrusting her juicy cunt. I felt my strength abate and breathe shortened. I pulled out and staggered my way towards the water closet, closed the lid of the toilet bowl and sat on it. She made to drag me up, I declined. I was gasping for air and perspiring.
She had a bath and walked passed my sU-Ckling like a child’s whose mother refused milk. It was great to be wanted by such a young p**sy. My d!ck has conquered alot but she is the youngest in age difference. “Arthur what are you doing there? My p**sy is still dripping” she asked from the bedroom her voice was etched with horniness.I hope this girl doesn’t kill me with how she called for me.

“I am coming, I got to wash” I stood up with aches hammering around my waist. I almost screamed and concluded that I won’t be doing any rammings if I did not want my waist to loose a bolt.

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I spent few minutes washing up. When I was done, I sluggishly made my way into the white tiled bedroom. Indiat was sprawled on the bed, her long fingers were in between her thighs, rubbing her cl!t in circles the squishing wet sounds numbed my brains for a second. She was super appealing. Her middle and fore fingers of her hand worked in anticlockwise while her other hand wrapped and massaged one of her breasts. I could feel life stir up within my groin. I moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed. While I rebuilt my repleted energy I put my fingers to use.
“Awwww” she m0aned and moved her hand covering p**sy to her mouth. I glided up and down her smooth soft thighs. Slowly, I made my way upwards to her curly haired p**sy. Her labias were the thickest I had ever seen. I rubbed dangerously close to it, when I got too close she cooed my name “Arthur” in anticipation and groaned when I did not deep my finger in her warm dish. I continued that until the umpteenth time when she screamed “you are torturing me” that I put my finger inside.
“Haaa” she gasped. I curved my finger and gave her my master stroke. In few seconds, I had her m0an!ng aloud and writhing with pleasure. Her legs were uncoordinatedly spraying everywhere she tried holding my hand, but could not the pleasure from my stubby finger was driving her nuts.

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I felt it; pressure against my finger and removed my hand. She raised her waist off the bed like a gymnast and sprayed on everything from my finger to my chest, face and the bed.
My d!ck was again swallowed by her mouth. I could not muster enough strength to dig her. I la!d on my back and allowed her work her magical Mouth Gig on d!ck. My d!ck’s cap was reddened when she stopped and saddled me cowgirl.

“Bleep” I groaned, she guided my d!ck in and it went grazing her p**sy walls. I felt my breathe cease for a second. She took a moment to adjust to my d!ck, then she erractically began to ride my glistening fat member.
Her enormous breasts dangled few inches from my face I raised up my head and sU-Cked. I could not sU-Ck her nipple without groaning on it. The room was filled with her m0ans and my groans.

She did a 180 degrees on my d!ck and change to reverse cowgirl. My breasts obsessed hands wrapped around her breasts. I could see her p**sy gripping my d!ck when she raised her butt. My d!ck was creamed by her white dripping cunt juice. She raised her self from my d!ck and sprayed the room again with her squirt.

She obviously needed to recuperate if she was to continue. I made her lie on her side using a pillow to raise her butt. Pulled her legs together so my d!ck would hit her center of gravity with precision then I knelt behind her and introduced my d!ck.

No sooner had I began thrusting did she begin to speak gibberish and ask rhetorical questions. Whenever I pummeled her she would want to turn and hold my gaze.
“Oh I am gone”
“I’m gonna cum”
“What are you doing”
“Mum he has killed me”
I was perspiring like never, the air-conditioner did nothing.

I couldn’t continue for long, I felt my warm seeds race to the finish line.
“Arthur! I’m cumming.”
Simultaneously, her pulsating p**sy shoved out my d!ck, baptized me with squirt the same moment I spurted my cum over her and the bed.

I woke up hours later lying on the drenched bed to meet Indiat blowing my floppy d!ck and rubbing her p**sy.

Inasmuchas as I would want to have a repeat of the squirtful experience of last night. I don’t wish to go home in a wheelchair. I staggered off the bed and made my way to relieve my bladder. When I came back, I la!d on the dry part of the bed. She tried all she could to get me stiff. But, when she realised that it wasn’t going to happen she allowed me pull her to my side and cuddle her till morning.

The sex was so good that it turned off my libido for the next few days. Indiat is the only drug I prescribe to curing my horniness for now.
I almost missed my flight the next time we had another round.

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When we got married, I made a vow in my heart; more vows than I did at the altar; I would never cheat on my wife. I was not perturbed about the possibility of me remaining faithful to my wife; we dated for two years and through that two years I never cheated. And now that we are married, I am most certain that I would remain faithful, but just few months after our marriage, her second cousin Beverly had me pinned to the floor and rode my vows out of me.
We had the most talked about wedding for many reasons but the most for me is because of the famous singer Tiana’s mother flew to Nigeria from Ghana to perform.

Everything was in excess and in multiples; all types of food from local to continental dishes, wines and an unprecedented number of guests, yet we had enough left over in drinks and food to go another round.

I was not surprised about the flamboyancy of our wedding. Tiana was her parents only daughter and obviously they didn’t hold back in giving Tiana the wedding of her dreams.
I would ever cheat on my wife. Why would I even contemplate such; Tiana and I always had wonderful sex and I always looked forward to our blissful romp.

The routine was as soon as I had eaten, the bedroom was next. I guess I was already over sexed that it had lost its lustre. Then It dawn on me that Tiana doesn’t care about me enough to ask how my day went. Before I hit the bed she already was grabbing at my schlong.
I got bored and my wife had become an insatiable addict. I partly blame myself, I knew I couldn’t keep up with it, yet I led her on until I started giving excuses to get her to let me be.
Few weeks ago, Tiana told me of her cousin’s intention of staying with us until she got her own apartment. I had not met this cousin of hers who was overseas, but I had seen pictures of her she was rather far from pretty. I thought briefly about what she just said and gave my consent. Our semi-detached house was big enough and nothing could happen between me and her cousin. We are family.

Sunday the following week Beverly’s flight touched down. We waited for close to half an hour before we saw her at arrival hall. Initially, I did not know it was her; I was so carried away by the elegance of the beauty approaching us, not until Tiana came into view and hugged her. Beverly wasn’t close to the pictures I had seen of her; the pictures must have been years old. The Lady my wife held in an embrace had almond eyes. She was taller than my wife by at least a feet and hips could not be hidden even though I stood before her, the shapelines made a large arch behind her.

She broke off from their embrace and they began walking up to me. I broke a sweat and lost my tongue. I managed to comport myself. Her face was plastered with a big smile, her dimples and diastema had become the prominent features of her face. I stretched my hand when she got close and somehow found my tongue.

“Beverly, you are welcome” I muttered.
But, she ignore my hand, wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace.
“Nice to finally meet the man who stole Tiana’s Heart

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