Erotic Story/Crazy Lenny: Folake and her naughty friends' erotic sleepover [Finale]

Bimbo comes around the next morning to get her boyfriend but it is probably too late, so the unthinkable happens when she gets to the house.

I lay awake for the longest time trying to make sense of everything that happened this evening. I can’t believe I ate four different pussies, one of them my niece’s, and got an extended blowjob from all four girls. Being with my niece like this feels weird but I’m strangely excited to see where this new aspect of our relationship takes us.

With everything going through my mind, the last person I will think about is Bimbo.

Bimbo! I grab my phone to see what Folake texted. Scrolling through the message app, I find Folake’s response. She told Bimbo that I was sorry we fought, that I was helping Folake deal with some things and I would see her tomorrow. She ended the message with ‘I love you’. I lay back on the bed and smiled. I love my niece.

I awake to the smell of fried egg and someone getting onto the bed next to me.

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“Good morning, sleepy head,” Folake says, snuggling up next to me. She’s fully dressed but I’m naked and she lets her hand trail down my chest to my abdomen.

“Good morning,” I answer, wrapping my arm around her.

“How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby, once I got to sleep,” she responds, her fingers making little circles in my pubic hair.

“As you can imagine, we had to stay up talking half the night. You were the hit of the party,” she smiles. I kiss the top of her head, wondering where her hand is going next.

“Bimbo called,” she says, pulling her hand back and sitting up. “I invited her for breakfast. She will be here in a few minutes.”

“You what?” I yell, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

“She said she needed to talk to you,” she shrugs with a big smile on her face.

“I could have gone there,” I answer as I stand up and Folake’s eyes lock onto my morning hard-on.

“True, but I thought you should have home field advantage,” she says, reaching for my dick and gently waving it back and forth. “You better take your shower and get dressed. You don’t have much time.” I watch her sexy ass in her tight shorts as she exits my room.

I’m out of the shower and saying good morning to the girls just as Bimbo arrives. It feels a little weird sitting around the table eating fried egg and bread with my girlfriend and the four girls I was fucking around naked with last night. I’m happy to see they’ve cleaned up the discarded clothing and sex toys that littered the living room when we went to bed.

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Bimbo is a beautiful 26-year-old woman who dresses like she’s just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Her scarf perfectly accents her outfit and I can sense the other girls examining her. They look sexy as hell in their tight shorts and tops.

“So what was the problem you needed help with?” Bimbo asks Folake as she takes a bite of bread.

“Just boy issues,” Folake shrugs like it’s not big deal. I wonder if she lies this easily or if she had already come up with something when she sent the text.

“You know,” Bimbo says, “you can always talk to me, Folake. I would be willing to help too.”

“I’m not sure I can trust your judgement, Bimbo,” Folake says,

“You picked my brother.” Bimbo starts to stammer out an answer while the rest of us burst into laughter.

“Just kidding, Bimbo,” Folake says, touching her arm. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

We continue with insignificant small talk through the rest of breakfast but it unsettles me that Bimbo didn’t get that Folake was kidding. When I look around the table it seems that Bimbo is probably the least fun person here. The sex is amazing. Bimbo is practically a sex goddess but our life outside of the bedroom consists mostly of hanging around with her boring friends or fighting with each other.

“We’re going shopping so you two can talk,” Folake says as she gets up and starts to clear the table. Nkechi, Ruth and Sandra join her in the kitchen. Once they’ve done the dishes, they come back in to say goodbye.

“See you later,” Folake says, kissing me on the cheek. “Bye Bimbo,” she waves. The other girls follow suit, saying goodbye and kissing me on the cheek.

“An affectionate crew,” Bimbo says once they’ve left. If she only knew.

“Apparently,” I answer.

“I hate it when we fight, Lenny,” Bimbo says reaching for my hand.

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“Me too,” I answer honestly, “but we seem to do it a lot.” She nods. “Funny, I don’t even remember what we were fighting about. It always seems to be something trivial.”

“It was about Lola,” Bimbo says.

“You don’t like her and she’s one of my best friends. But never mind about that right now, I wished you had come home last night,” she says in her best purr-like voice.

“I was horny for some make-up sex,” she laughs. Damn! She’s even given it a name. I wonder if she names the others ‘wake-up sex’ and ‘welcome home from work-sex’.

“Bimbo,” I take her hand, “there is nothing in this world as wonderful as sex with you.”

“Thank you,” she smile, “I try.” She gives me one of her most seductive looks. “Shall we take this to your bedroom?” she asks.

“No, not this time,” I respond, not really aware of what I’m saying until it comes out of my mouth. “I can never think straight when I’m in bed with you,” I tell her and see a look of confusion on her face. “But honestly, outside of the bedroom we don’t have a lot in common. We spend sixty percent of our time fighting and forty percent making up.” I guess it is make-up sex.

“What do you mean we don’t have anything in common?” she pulls back, ready for a fight. “We have our friends.”

“Your friends,” I counter.

“They’re your friends now, too.” She stops and just looks at me, her anger putting a light glow on her face. “Are you breaking up with me? Is there someone else?”

“NO!” I say emphatically. “No one else. I just think you deserve someone who you don’t spend two-thirds of your time fighting with, don’t you?” I ask her.

“You are breaking up with me!” She stands up and starts to walk away but spins back around. “You are a fool! Lenny! fuck you! Nobody breaks up with me! I do the breaking up!” She takes a deep breath, whirls around and looks like she’s going to breathe fire, “I hope you’re happy with whoever she is! We’re so done!” she screams as she storms out the door.

Shit! I didn’t even know I was going to do that. But it feels right somehow. I finish straightening the kitchen then stretch out on the chair flipping through channels on the TV.

I must have dosed off, late night of pussy eating and blowjobs will do that. I hear the girls come in, all talking at once and laughing merrily. I sit up and say hi.

“Hey,” Folake says, sitting next to me. “How did it go with Bimbo?”

“We broke up,” I answer, aware that the other girls are nearby and the chatter has stopped.

“I’m sorry,” Folake says, putting her arm around me.

“I’m not,” I smile. “It was my idea.”

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“Then I’m not either,” she says, kissing me playfully on the cheek. “I never really liked her anyway.” I didn’t know that. “I’m not sure what you saw in her… I mean… other than the obvious.”

“She really knew what to do with that obvious,” I answer. Folake holds up her hands.

“TMI, Lenny!” she laughs. “Too much information.”

“Outside of the sex,” I continue, “We really didn’t have anything in common.” I stretch and turn towards my niece. “Will you go with me this afternoon to get my things?”

“Sure.” Folake says although I’m not certain she really wants to.

“Want to see what we bought?” Sandra asks.

“Of course,” I answer as they rustle through the bags on the floor. “Will you model them for me?”

“That’s what I meant,” Sandra smiles. They pull out a variety of tops, shorts and skirts and start to undress.

“You’re going to change right here?” Folake asks.

“Like we have something he hasn’t already seen?” Nkechi asks as she spills her top over her head and reveals a brown bra, which exposes plenty of cleavage.

“She has a point,” I answer, watching as each of the girls starts to undress.

“You’re such a guy, Lenny,” Folake punches my arm but she joins her friends in modelling the new outfits.

I spend the next half hour with a perpetual hard-on. Even though the girls never strip down past their underwear, it is sexy as hell to watch them try on their clothing. They swap tops and skirts as much as their physical differences permit and ask me my opinion on everything.

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