“Please call me as soon as you read this”. That was Shola’s message on my phone. I wanted to call her right right away but then I paused to think. “What could Shola want from me at this time of the day? Not some blogging advise I guess. She must be planning to come over for some good fuck. Hell no! Not right now. Helen’s body is my priority for the next few hours. I can talk to the president when I’m done cumming”, I thought to myself.
I decided not to call Shola back just yet. Instead, I focused on Helen’s sweetness. Helen returned into my kitchen about two hours after and boiled the beef for a while. Then she fried them into sweet crunchiness. My dick got hard from merely tasting the fried beef. It was crazy delicious. Left for me, I could have disposed of the beef. I was so appreciative I began to kiss Helen again inside the kitchen. Good thing we were naked already so there was nothing to peel off.
Helen stroked my cock in her palm as we kissed. I sucked her hard nipples too and her cunt was dripping wet when I touched it. My cock was eager to penetrate any hole Helen was ready to provide. Even her nostrils or ears could go at that point (freak…lol).
Helen reached for the vegetable oil bottle. Then she took a small soup bowl from the dish rack. She poured some oil into the bowl and messed her right palm with it. Her palm was dripping with oil but she grabbed my stiff cock with it. Helen kept dipping her hand in the oil until her palm got super slippery on my dick. It was one of the happiest days my cock has experienced so far. Maximum lubrication made it feel all heavenly.
“You look like you’re ready to violate my ass hole now”, Helen said. Then she got up and turned her back to me. She pointed my erect cock at her anus and slowly pushed my tip in. Before long, I had my whole cock buried inside Helen’s ass. I pounded her to several orgasms and couldn’t help but ejaculate inside her anus. We returned to the sitting room with a bowl of fried beef and some juice. We woke up on the sofa two hours later. Helen dressed up and left. That was when I called Shola.
Shola ranted for a while. She was obviously pissed. It took me several minutes to calm her down over the phone. At some point I paused to thank God we weren’t really dating. She later told me she was calling to know if I was home. Her mom had visited her in school earlier and they had some spare time to drive around together. Shola wanted to know if I was home so she could pay me a visit with her mom. At least she’ll be able to thank me in person. But I ignored her calls and text after all the hype she had given me with her mom. There was only one way left for me to pacify Shola.
“Shut up and go bolt your door, I have something to tell you”, I said. Shola paused for a few seconds before making that ‘hmm’ sound. She knew what I was up to right away so she walked to the door and bolted it. “Can I bite you gently between your lobe and your neck?”, I asked. Shola let out a very soft moan and I could tell she was leaning back into her bed. It was time for some phone sexing and fingering action. The following ten minutes were full of moaning and groaning. She fingered her pussy while I stroked my hard cock. We both came at the same time.
“Ehen! Tunde, before you hang up, I’ll like to invite you to my house over the weekend. I want my mom to meet you in person. Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her you’re a sex blogger. You can claim ownership of any of your friends’ blogs. There’s no way she’ll know whether you’re lying or not”, Shola said. It was a very good idea but then I remembered I’ll be spending the weekend in ASP Bola’s arms. “Aww Shola! I’m booked for the weekend. I have deliveries to make for two clients and they’ll take all day. We can make it next weekend”, I responded. Once again, Shola was disappointed. She just grumbled and ended the call.
ASP Bola called my phone later that Thursday evening. She was home and bored so she needed someone to talk to. We talked about random things and I told her a few jokes that got her cracking up. Bola then heaved a sigh and said, “I can’t wait for weekend to come”.
To be continued…