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P33ish078: Confessions Of A Man Whore III

Read Part One HERE

Part Two is HERE


THREE

While trying to understand Femi and her complex lifestyle, I mingled more with the boys and faced my books squarely but you know what they say about habits; bad ones. I attended a party of a classmate this one day--a day that I decided to not wear boxers--and there were loads of girls, some familiar, some not, but like the Gemini that I am, I blended in just fine.

At the party, I noticed this thick fine lady staring at me in a way that kept me off balance but I looked away and continued with my partying, and then she walked up to me and started grinding against my fly. I would become hard, excuse myself stylishly and she would come pull me back in and it was one embarrassing back-and-forth, seeing as I’m a bit conspicuous down south so it really is hard for me to hide my erections but I guess that's what kept her coming back. Unable to take more, I left the party with no intentions relating to her.

Resumed class the following morning with full concentration on my business only for the party host from the previous night to come looking for me saying my girlfriend was looking for me and I could hear a voice screaming “e ba mi wa oko mi” ( help look for my husband). In all honesty, I didn’t fully remember the events of the day before, not even her face. I walked towards her and the way she threw herself at me like I was her long lost man made me ask for her name she told me her name was Bisi--apparently she knew my own name--and we exchanged numbers but she still wouldn’t stop grinding her boobs on me and I didn't quite know what to make of that so I just laughed it off as she went back to her class because she looked like a seven-over-ten while I was merely a three-on-ten. After that encounter, it didn’t even occur to me to call her because I knew in my mind that I couldn’t afford such a girl and I didn’t want problems in my life.

It was during the semester break that I received a call from Bisi. It was her birthday apparently and she, alongside informing me of what day it was, was accusing me of not calling her. I apologized, gave her my birthday wishes, and started calling her somewhat frequently afterwards and since it was the era of MTN midnight calls, we would talk on the phone for hours spewing sweet nonsense. In one of our midnight call episodes, I randomly switched the conversation to phone sex, telling her more than her body could handle until she begged me to stop because she was extremely horny and couldn't wait to fvck the steam out of me when she came to Lagos. She promised to spend a night or two with me and I eagerly anticipated her visit. I even went to a popular alagbo (herbal drink) joint in my area on the Island and bought all types of mix just to make sure I was ready for the battle ahead.

The day finally came and she was in my house: my chronic womanizer big brother saw her step into our apartment and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. She'd prepared for battle too, I saw, as she dropped all the provision items and beverages she'd come with. My house used to be a den of boys then because we had a generator so they came in their numbers to charge their laptops and do their businesses and I was quick to chase them out of the apartment so I could devour my prey. Immediately the boys left, we got right to business: we started kissing passionately but she wasn’t a good kisser like I hoped so we went straight to fighting our clothes off, and boy! Her nipples were long and her breasts were so fresh and succulent that I feasted on it like my life depended on it.

While I was at it, she moved her hands down my shaft and she couldn’t help but gasp at the size, expressing a ready willingness to take it all down her already overflowing honeypot. In no time I was on top of her, banging hard like I was drilling for crude oil and after like ten minutes with no sign of my ejaculation in sight, she asked for a reprieve and asked when was the last time I took alcohol; I told her that I don’t take alcohol. She motioned with her hips for me to continue my drilling and after like four minutes again, she asked me to stop and asked when was the last time I took any herbal drink; I told her I don’t take those too and she exclaimed in disbelief. This time, I didn’t wait for her to tell me to continue and after about fifteen minutes, the cum build up hit me and I came all over her stomach and the look on her face was a mixture of excitement and relief, like, "finally!" We took a break, cleaned up, and I went for some of the beverages she'd brought along so I could re-energize.

The boys gathered again later but by nightfall, the apartment had reduced to only those living with us and they were looking forward to the porn show but Bisi herself didn’t care, she just wanted to have sex regardless of the audience. She started playing with my little big guy and shockingly, I couldn't get an erection. It was so confusing because I’d never experienced such before. Bisi got angry at the disappointment, she reacted so badly and started nagging but the only thought in my head was “na so I become impotent.” We went to bed frustrated and amazed all. I could hardly sleep because I kept thinking hard about it. Morning came, no sign of an erection, still.

I became even more frustrated.

But the condition didn't last, thank goodness. And in no time, angry frustrated Bisi had been replaced by happy profusely grateful Bisi.

Apparently, all that had been needed for little big guy to gather momentum was for us to have the apartment to ourselves...

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