F**king For a History CLASS

"So, do you want to make a handout of the main points of the movie, or make a list of questions for the class to answer?" my partner Nneoma asked.

"Well, he said we should involve the class a little more. We'd better go the question route."

My friend Nneoma and I had been assigned a presentation for our history class, and were meeting in the computer lab at school to work on it. We weren't getting anywhere. One guy was listening to his iPod and the volume was so loud we could hear the lyrics. Another girl over in the corner was talking to her boyfriend on the phone, and was apparently unhappy with him and didn't care who knew it. There was also a nerdy guy at the computer beside me, and he wasn't even doing anything school-related. He was looking at a plot synopsis for some kind of weird-looking anime. But at least he was being quiet.

Mrs. Nwanna Gets A Nasty Surprise

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A WONDERFUL SET-UP WITH A SUGAR MUMMY

A good friend of mine referred me to this great Italian restaurant in Abuja about two hours from where I lived (Lokoja). I asked him, "What the hell makes this place so special that I would be willing to drive 2 hours?"

He told me the service was worth the trip alone, and the food was even better. I took some time to think it over and a few days later I called to make a reservation. The person on the phone asked my age, and if I preferred smoking, non-smoking, or the cigar lounge. I wondered what the age question was all about and she said that there was a minimum age limit for their restaurant, which I was able to meet. I then told her I wanted to be seated in the cigar lounge for cocktails, but non-smoking while I ate. She then asked if I would like a private table or a table near the windows, which overlook the city (the restaurant I found out is in the heart of the city, and is on the 10th floor!).

MEETING MY MOM’S FRIEND

This story details a true encounter way back when I had just turned 21 and was cocky, confident and bullet-proof.

My mother, the fashion buyer for the main department store (the only one) in Maseru, Lesotho, had been on a buying trip to Johannesburg and had gone to a movie to kill some time. In the queue she had got talking to a friendly woman in her early forties.

She took the woman up on an offer to come for tea with her and her 18-year-old daughter at her apartment and in a short time they became close friends.

I was working in Bloemfontein at the time and when my mum passed through on her way home she mentioned meeting this woman with a very attractive daughter. She said they would love to meet me and that if I was ever in Johannesburg I should look them up.

BANGING MRS MOZIE IN THE OFFICE

It was the day of my colleague’s wedding and a number of us from the office were invited. We made plans to get dressed and get ready at the office after work and head over to the event together in one car. As the day came to a close my three coworkers and I piled into one of the guy's cars as he did not plan on drinking at the wedding. As we pulled out of the lot, our manager Mrs. Nkiruka Mozie came running out after us, waving for us to stop, which we abruptly did. Mrs.  Mozie explained how her car had broken down and asked to ride with us to the wedding. as Mrs.  Mozie squeezed into the back seat next to me, I saw her for the first time in a different light. She normally wore her long brown hair in a ponytail but tonight it was straight and hung down almost to her ass. Speaking of her ass, Mrs.  Mozie had a pretty decent one for her 46 year old body. It was thick, but looked firm, and would outline a tight pair of pants fairly well. Her dress came down to her knees, which meant her smooth bare legs were shown off nicely.

Four Friends Sex Marathon in One Room

This is a true story about a Dinner that I attended a good number of years ago. I had gone to it with my then boyfriend Alaba, his best friend Kunle and Kunle's date Yemi. The story doesn't really involve the Dinner itself – it's what happened after the dance that was exciting.

Just before the end of the dance somebody went round and passed the word that there had been a bad rain storm further North and that the road was blocked. All four of us lived north, beyond where the road was blocked. We all knew that we couldn't get home and none of us had any friends or relatives who lived in the town that the dinner was being held in to be able to scrounge a bed off for the night. Alaba and Kunle went off to the hotel reception to see if they could get us any rooms Eventually, they both appeared back to announce that there were no rooms in that hotel but that they had managed to get a room in another one.

MY NEAR SEXUAL EXPERIENCE WITH MY FRIEND’S MOM

Hello. My Name is Kevin I'd like to share a story with you, sort of a coming of age experience.

Kola's house had always been the go to for after school hanging out, it was huge and the kitchen was always well stocked. Our group of friends had been very close knit since we started high school and had probably spent more time with each other than with anyone else. We were now all going to collage, most locally but still had been seeing each other much less lately, the bond between us was still obvious to anyone that was around us though.

FALLING IN LOVE WITH A FEMALE MECHANIC

Note: this story is a lesbian story. If you are homophobic, then this story is not for you. Thanks

The needle of the gas gauge was almost at empty. When Emem noticed this she cursed under her breath.

"Goddamn it..."

Sighing resignedly, she took the next turn, hoping she'd be able to find a filling station in the nearest town.

A few minutes after leaving the highway, Emem was soon driving along an empty dusty road. It was a glorious September day and the sun was shining brightly through the trees, which were just starting to turn autumnal. Tuface’s ‘love on the dance floor’ was on the stereo and she turned it up, silently mouthing the words to the song and tapping her fingers on the wheel, all the time keeping her eyes open for a filling station.

MY ONLINE HOOKUP

We meet through posting our pictures on a forum board over several months and chatting and getting to know each other in the chat room.

After lots of emails and phone calls, we realised we just had to meet up for real. Our minds were so compatible; we both wanted and craved the same thrills and excitement.

So we arranged the time and the place.

I looked for him at the arranged place and the arranged time.

THINGS I WANT TO DO TO YOU.

It is late...past the time when many should be sleeping and almost the time when many are awaking to start their day. I am awake, but drowsy. I slowly stretch in bed, reaching for that cool spot on the sheets underneath the blankets with my foot. You are next to me, sleeping peacefully. I brush a wayward hair off your forehead and smile at the innocence of your face while you slumber and then I chuckle to myself because only hours earlier, that innocent face was buried between my thighs as I gripped your hair and arched my back, calling your name in pure, unbridled ecstasy. You were so giving earlier, taking care of my needs, wants, desires, selflessly placing your own aside to see the look of bliss on my face. I feel the need to reciprocate the attention paid me earlier with a bit of special attention for you. I know it is late. I know you have to get up for work in the morning.

But I don't care.

I slip under the covers, as quietly as possible so as not to disturb you from your deep sleep. You are on your back, lucky for me, as access to your ever pleasing maleness is easy and all it will take is a shift of a bed sheet to obtain the prize I am aiming for. My touch is soft, almost feather like as I reach for you. You stir briefly and I pause, not wanting you to wake up and spoil the surprise I have waiting for you. A few minor adjustments on my part and I am situated perfectly. I lean down, lightly kiss the head of your cock, flick the tip with my tongue. Then, still with the lightest of touches, I lift the slightly flaccid, but nonetheless satisfying, member and begin to wrap my already moistened lips around it. You moan slightly in your sleep and shift your legs. I apply light suction, more saliva, and begin to suck you fully into my warm, moist mouth. While you are not completely hard, I can take you into my throat with ease, as there is not resistance, as I do that, making sure that you feel the length of my tongue along your shaft. you moan again, this time a little louder and I feel your legs move restlessly again.

ENORAH THE PERFECT SEDUCTRESS: FUCKING HER FRIEND AND HER HUBBY .

They had Been Trying For Months For A Way For Them To Have A threesome with his wife. They'd fantasized about it, they'd discussed it, but they hadn't figured out how. Until now.

The plan was, in theory, very simple, but whether she could do it was another thing. However, the more they discussed it, the more they discussed how she would eat, be eaten and be fingered and fucked, she got wetter and wetter, and she agreed to do it.

Plus, it would give her something just for him, and something from circumstances that were crazily hot.

The plan was for her to approach his wife alone in her house, and tell her that she was very happy with how she looked right now, because of her diet and exercise, but her husband showed less than no interest in her. She would tell her that she wanted her to take naked pictures of her, really hot ones, so she could show them to her husband. She would also try to get some of his wife, though she clearly have to be in charge, as his wife wasn't as creative and practiced as she was.

THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE, FUCKING MY WIFE WITH HER BEAUTIFUL FRIEND.

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MADAM MARTHA AND MRS. OKONTA MY FAVOURITE MARRIED WOMEN

PRELUDE It was June 1991 and I was standing in the backroom of ‘Martha’s Eatery’ with my pants and underwear down around my ankles. Kneeling before me with my cock in her mouth was Mrs. Obi the owner of the place. Madam Martha, as she preferred to be called, was giving me one of her first class blowjobs and it was great. My hands were in her curly long black hair holding her head gently as it bobbed up and down on my rigid cock. She fondled my tight ball sac and with her fingernail she lightly scraped my perineum. Madam Martha was the queen of blow jobs and she loved sucking on young vibrant cocks.

I was home on leave after a two year tour in Italy. I had joined the Nigerian Navy right out of secondary school in 1989 and my first duty station after boot camp and infantry training was Naples, Italy. I decided to take a short ten day leave before reporting to Camp. ‘Martha’s Eatery’ was a few blocks from my parent's house in a small mall with other local businesses. I had heard from some of the guys who ate at ‘Martha’s Eatery’ that Madam Martha was taking young guys in the back room and sucking their cocks. So one night I hung around to closing and she invited me into the backroom.

CHIOMA AND GRACE’S CHRISTMAS DELIGHT .

He wasn't sure when his feelings for Chioma had changed, but changed they had. His very anger at his best friend's flirtatious manner with her proved it. Nedu was just being Nedu, Akpan reminded himself.

He first saw Chioma at achievers primary school, Umuahia . She had dropped her books and some older boys were teasing her. She was about the age of his sister, so Akpan had stepped in and helped the little chioma and told the boys to get lost. That was the day their relationship began; the day he became her protector. He was an primary 6 school prefect, playing football and basketball. It was her first day at this new and scary school. She was very fair in complexion, her coppery-red, curly hair cascaded around her head to fall nearly to her shoulders. She was a skinny little thing—cute in a baby way—with a few freckles across her nose. Her mum was British who came down to Nigeria and found the ‘love of her life.’

A few days later Akpan's parents introduced themselves to the new family on the block and Akpan spotted Chioma, that same little red-headed girl from school, peeking at him from behind her mother. After that, Akpan and Chioma saw a lot of one another, especially since she became his sister's best friend. Living right next door, their parents became friends, too. There were pool parties, birthdays and church gatherings. And, of course, school functions. Their friendship had ups and downs over the years.

FUN WITH NNAMDI MY FORMER TEACHER

Ifeoma pulled the hood of her cardigan forward over her eyes, even though it did no good. She peered down the street through the raindrops on her glasses. Where are these ‘KEKE’ (commercial tricycles)? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in sight.

‘Wahala’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket change, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male driver, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD ...oh, not good, not good at all. Heart pounding, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and began walking away, quickly.

"Hey!" the driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the empty street. The car followed her, slowly. "Hey wait -- Ifeoma!" She stopped in her tracks and spun around. "It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."

Still keeping a wary distance, she squinted into the dark interior of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her English in SS3. "Mr. Amadi?"

He laughed, "It's been -- what? five years since you graduated? I think you can call me Nnamdi now." He leaned over to open the passenger door. "Sheesh, girl, it's pouring -- hop in!"

AMINA CHEATS ON HER HUSBAND ON HER FIRST TIME OUT WITH HER GIRLFRIENDS

"How did I get myself into this?" Amina thought to herself. She hardly notices the puff of smoke that billows from her mouth as she exhales the cigarette smoke before it disappears through the driver's side window of her husband's car (habit learnt from growing up in Russia). She does however notice the first light breaking over the mountain as she turns left, heading in an easterly direction towards her home. She takes another draw from her cigarette as she nervously glances at the clock on the dashboard that indicates that it is 02:35.

"Oh, God, I hope Ahmed will be asleep when I get home!"

She doesn't know how she will explain herself if Ahmed her husband of 18 months, was awake when she got home. What was intended to be an innocent night with Amina having a few drinks with Fatima, her sister in law and a few friends, got out of control and lead to her returning home at this hour.