clique that year. He was bad, very bad
but nobody knew. His badness was an
internal type of badness. Outwardly, he
was the type of guy that a mother
would recommend to her daughter for
friendship, seeing that he is harmless
and may not even have a dick but
inwardly, he was the type of guy that
will impregnate their daughter while
the bad playboy's are still handling
with their bra straps.
He liked girls like mad but hardly
walked up to one. I think it was his
livers failing him but people just
thought he didn't like them and have
already canonized him. I knew he loved
girls.
I will tell you about this guy and how
he landed a girl that his very bad
friends could only dream of.
Her name was Vivian and she was very
sumptuous. She was the type that when
she walked past, even the reverend
Fathers would scream "What is this?".
As usual, in an unsuspecting manner,
our very calm friend was somehow
managing to attract this particular out
of the league girl's attention to himself
more than anyone else. Before anyone
could say "Vivian is SEXY", they were
already exchanging love messages.
Apart from knowing that this niggar
liked girls, I also knew he had never
done anything out of the ordinary with
any girl in a lonely room, to
approximate it, he was a virgin. So it
had me quite wondering what he was
going to do with all that sauce in one
girl.
I mean, there were 800 guys in my
school, waiting to devour that Italian
cuisine of a girl like a hot lunch and
she was falling over that guy whom
everyone was doubting if he actually
had a c0ck.
One thing to another and the devil had
his way. They both found their way
into the school toilet at the same time,
with the same intention, behind bolted
doors. He stared at the girl and she
stared back with a naughty grin.
"Oh Jesus, look at that breast," he
thought in his naive mind. He loved
girls but was just realizing that he also
loved boobs. So he stared and she
stared back, he started and she stared
back, stared and stared back. The stares
went back and forth, to and fro until he
got tired of looking at those breasts. He
moved closer with the same intention
as hers. He wanted to touch it and she
wanted it to be touched. He just didn't
know how to do it and she didn't know
how to ask.
He got closer and stretched out his
hand. Somehow, involuntarily, his
hands missed the inflated boobs hiding
behind a school P.E wear and went to
her neck rather. Well he decided to
start with a kiss. They got into it and
the tension went down a bit. He soon
realized that he couldn't kiss her
without his hands searching for her
infamous boobs. So he just licked the
lips and squeezed the boobs he was so
much hungry for at the same time.
"Gimme your tongue," he whispered
and she obliged. He pounced on it like a
roll of kanda meat and licked it dry.
She soon started moaning softly and
searching for his zippers. He helped her
push them down and his dick peeked
out through his TOMMY HILFIGER
boxers. She rubbed the head and
holding it like a dog leash, brought him
closer to her and her chest met his.
"Can I suck?" she asked amidst the
kisses. He nodded and she went down
immediately. She bit the tip and he
jerked. He had never felt something like
that before. Something that makes you
want to cry but you end up liking it.
She swirled her tongue at the opening
of the dick and he winced. That girl
was a good header. She moved her head
back and forth and repeated it severally
and when he felt like he was being
electrocuted in a lovely way, she
stopped.
He eyed her angrily as she stood up.
"Why did you stop?"
"Wait, come."
She pulled him to closer to the toilet
seat and dropped her pant on the floor.
She placed her left leg on the closed
toilet seat and raised her skirt,
revealing a not so attractive but very
inviting tool to him. He moved closer,
his dick in the air. He grabbed her
waist and pushed his dick into the
darkness beneath her spread legs. His
tip hit some flesh and it sent some
sensation down his spine.
"Is it in?" he asked and she shook her
head.
"That was my laps," she said and
grabbed his dick. Navigating it like a
compass into her waiting hole. They
both moaned as their tools connected.
He started thrusting slowing, holding
her by her 2 ton of Unclad ass. He
squeezed his face and her ass as he
rammed her in their standing position.
One thing to another, they found their
way to the floor. It made it more
easier. His lips on her mouth, his hands
on her boobs and his dick in her pussy,
the sky was the limit. She spread her
legs from 3:45 o'clock to 2:55. He
placed his hands on the floor on which
they lay and danced his c0ck into her
hole.
And when he couldn't take it anymore,
he whimpered.
"I want to urinate."
"What?" she asked, holding him by his
school shirt.
"I said I want to urinate, it's coming
out," he whimpered again.
"No, urinate in there," she replied, still
holding him by the shirt. Before he
could protest, the supposed urine shot
out and into her pussy. Littering the
whole flesh. He felt weak and pulled
out slowly, surprised that the urine
was whitish and thick.
Vivian got pregnant few weeks after
and had accused one guy in our area of
being responsible for it. But each time I
saw the baby boy, his nose and the way
he ogled at girls makes me think he is
mine. Lemme wait first, until that boy
becomes a president or richest man in
the world, that's when I will tell that
guy that I also bleeped Vivian in our
school toilet.
Oops, I forgot to mention it. That our
friend was ME.
I am coming, Chinaza has woken up
and I don't want her to see this because
I told her she was the one that broke
my Virginity.
.
To be continued
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