Ah, fuck.
I teased her, dragging myself along her soaked folds, relishing the way her breath hitched, the way her nails dug into my shoulders. Not yet. Not when every brush of my tip against her clit made her whimper, not when her thighs trembled with the effort of holding back.
Her mouth trailed down my body—hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, my throat, my chest—until her tongue flicked over my nipple, sending a jolt straight to my cock.
Then her hand slid between us, fingers wrapping around my length, testing, savouring.
A deep, satisfied groan rumbled from my chest as Ginika’s plush lips trailed fire down my torso. “Mmm” I murmured, watching through hooded eyes as she worshipped every inch of me – her tongue painting wet paths through the thatch of hair below my navel before nuzzling her cheek against my throbbing cock, now glistening with anticipation.
The air hung thick with the scent of sex and sugar when I rasped, “I think we need some more cake”
Ginika’s fingers curled around me, pumping slowly as her free hand snatched the last slice. My breath hitched as she smeared rich frosting along my shaft, the chill of the icing contrasting deliciously with her warm grip. “I think I need some more cock” she said, her breath ghosting over my glistening crown.
What happened next stole my voice. That wicked tongue – God help me – began lapping at my cock. Each flick, each slow, deliberate lick from base to tip had my thighs trembling. She took her time, worshipping me with lips and tongue until every crumb of cake had been replaced by her own glistening nectar.
“God, you’re good at that” I choked out, fingers tangling in her braids.
Her eyes locked onto mine, dark with promise as her lips brushed my weeping tip. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Then – Holy Mother – she swallowed me whole in one smooth glide, her throat fluttering around me as she took every inch.
My head slammed back against the floor, a string of curses pouring from my lips. No woman – not even Omotola – had ever taken all of me like this. As Ginika’s head bobbed between my thighs, one thought burned through the pleasure: What kind of mumu man lets a woman like this go?
Ginika’s mouth was pure fucking magic—hot, wet, and tight as she dragged her lips up my cock, letting me slip free with a filthy pop before diving back down, taking me deep all over again. Her head bobbed slowly and sinfully, her tongue swirling around my tip every time she pulled back, teasing me with just how good that pretty mouth could be.
It felt too goddamn good—and if I let her keep sucking me like that, I was gonna blow my load straight down her throat. Not yet, though. I needed more.
Gently—reluctantly—I pulled her off, my cock glistening with her spit. “Mmh, babygirl, as much as I love that mouth… I wanna taste that cake again,” I growled, crooking my finger.
Ginika didn’t hesitate. She climbed into my lap with a hungry little moan, her soaking-wet pussy grinding against the side of my dick, her thick thighs squeezing my hips. And fuck, her breasts—those massive, perfect breasts—jiggled inches from my face, her hard nipples begging for my tongue.
I crashed my mouth against hers, kissing her deep and slow, savouring the way she whimpered into me. Then, with a devilish grin, she handed me the last slice of cake, her eyes dark with lust.
Oh, I had plans for this.
I dragged the frosting-coated fork over her stiff nipples, swirling it in slow, messy circles until she was gasping, her back arching, her breasts thrust out like a fucking offering.
I couldn’t hold back another second – I attacked Ginika’s breasts like a starving man at a buffet. My tongue swirled around those perfect dark nipples, already stiff and begging for attention. She yelped when I first made contact, then grabbed my head and shoved my face deeper into her heavenly cleavage.
The frosting was gone in seconds, but fuck that – I wasn’t stopping. I devoured her, licking and sucking like my life depended on it. My hands groped and squeezed those magnificent melons, thumbs flicking over her nipples just to hear her gasp. When I lifted one heavy breast to lick the sweet underside, Ginika’s back arched off the couch, and she let out this filthy moan right in my ear.
“Fuck, Ikenna,” she panted, grinding against my thigh. “All those months you were staring at these breasts- you gonna do something with them or just keep teasing?”
That was all the invitation I needed. In one motion, I stood up, tossed her over my shoulder like a sack of yams, and palmed her fat ass to the bedroom. From behind the door came the unmistakable sounds of Omotola and Tamara going at it – wet slaps, breathy moans, the headboard banging against the wall.
Ginika giggled, slapping my ass. “Sounds like they started without us.”
I adjusted the delicious weight on my shoulder. “Let’s crash their party.”
With one kick, the door flew open to reveal…
The moment we stepped inside, the air was thick with the sounds of skin slapping, breathy moans, and the obscene squelch of two dripping wet pussies grinding together. Tamara and Omotola were tangled up like animals in heat—legs locked, hips bucking, their slick cunts sliding against each other with filthy, hungry friction.
Their breasts bounced wildly, nipples hard and begging for attention, sweat glistening on their toned bodies as they fucked themselves raw.
They barely even glanced up when we walked in. No hesitation, no shame—just two greedy bitches lost in each other, too fucking horny to stop.
And holy shit.
Seeing Omotola like this—her back arched, her fingers digging into Tamara’s thighs, her mouth hung open as she whimpered like a slut in heat—should’ve made me possessive. It should’ve made me rip her away and claim her as mine.
But fuck that.
I was too turned on to care.
Without a word, I tossed Ginika onto the bed beside them, her tight body landing with a bounce. She was already spread open for me, her pussy glistening, that cute little heart-shaped patch of hair doing nothing to hide how dripping wet she was.
I dropped to my knees, burying my face between her thighs, licking her up like she was my last meal.
“Fuck foreplay!” Ginika whined, squirming under my tongue. “Just shove that cock in me already!”
She didn’t have to ask twice.
In one rough motion, she flipped onto her stomach, ass in the air, her tight little hole begging to be filled. I spat on my dick, lined up, and—
“Do it,” Omotola growled, her voice dark with lust as she watched me from over Tamara’s shoulder.
I lined up my thick, aching cock with Ginika’s dripping entrance and shoved the swollen head inside. A guttural roar tore from my throat as her tight, velvety walls clenched around me like a fucking vice.
“Fuck! Ginika… your pussy is perfect,” I growled, slamming my hips forward until my balls slapped against her ass.
She screamed, back arching off the bed, nails raking the sheets as I bottomed out inside her. The heat was unreal—her cunt was a scorching, wet paradise that squeezed every inch of my shaft like it was made for me. Her plump ass jiggled against my pelvis with each brutal thrust, the lewd smack of flesh on flesh echoing through the room.
I pulled out slowly, savouring the way her greedy hole tried to suck me back in, then rammed home again, setting a relentless pace. Ginika’s breasts bounced wildly as she writhed beneath me, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
“Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” she begged, her tight little clit throbbing against my palm as I rubbed rough circles against it.
I grinned, watching Omotola and Tamara going at it beside us—Omotola riding Tamara’s face while fingering herself, their moans mingling with ours. Drunk on lust, I hooked Ginika’s leg over my shoulder, flipping her onto her side without slipping out, and pounded into her with jackhammer thrusts.
Tamara lost her goddamn mind first—her whole body seizing up like a live wire as she came hard against Omotola’s skin, her back arching off the bed before collapsing in a sweaty, twitching heap. But even as she lay there wrecked, her eyes stayed glued to the show—watching me destroy Ginika with deep, relentless strokes while her pussy clenched around my cock like a velvet fist.
Omotola, ever the fucking adventurer, crawled over like a predator, her hungry gaze locked on where my dick disappeared into Ginika’s dripping cunt.
“Fuck, this is insane,” she giggled, breathless.
Then—because why the hell not?—she leaned in and dragged her tongue right up the length of my shaft, lapping up Ginika’s juices before swirling her tongue around the base as I slammed back in.
Ginika screamed, her thighs shaking, her fingers clawing at the sheets—until suddenly, with a wild groan, she grabbed Omotola’s ass and yanked her forward, burying her face between those perfect thighs.
“Get that sweet pussy over here,” Ginika demanded, voice wrecked.
Omotola didn’t hesitate. She spread her legs wider, gasping as Ginika dove in—tongue fucking her deep before pulling back to suck her clit like a starving woman.
For what felt like the millionth fucking time that day, my brain short-circuited at the obscene sight beneath me. There I was, balls-deep in Ginika’s dripping pussy while she had her face buried between Omotola’s thighs. The room reeked of sex—sweat, pussy, and the sharp tang of my own precum dripping down Ginika’s ass.
I lost all control. One hand fisted in Omotola’s braids, the other gripping Ginika’s jiggling ass so hard. I pistoned into Ginika like a man possessed, her tight walls clamping around me as Omotola’s tongue flicked faster against her clit.
“Fuck—! Mmm—! Aah—!”
Our voices tangled together—Omotola’s choked moans vibrating against Ginika’s pussy, Ginika’s shrieks shaking the bedframe, my own ragged growls as I felt my balls tighten. Then—
Explosion.
Ginika came first, her cunt milking me like a fucking vacuum as Omotola’s thighs clamped around her head. Omotola followed with a broken scream, her juices smearing Ginika’s chin. And me? I saw white as I emptied myself into Ginika with ragged thrusts, my cock pulsing like a fucking firehose.
When I finally pulled out, my dick still twitching, the girls didn’t miss a beat—spinning around like good little sluts to catch the last ropes of my cum across their tongues. Ginika licked her lips with a grin; Omotola sucked my tip clean with a filthy pop.
From the corner, Tamara—our gloriously perverted audience—uncrossed her legs with a smirk. “Think we all need another shower.”
No fucking argument there.
***
The shower left us drained in the best way—bodies spent, skin still humming from all that slippery, soapy friction. We threw on clothes (barely), dragged our satisfied asses out for pizza, and stumbled back after dark, praying NEPA had finally blessed us with light.
Spoiler: They hadn’t.
But fuck it—we made our own electricity.
Omotola and I brought over a bottle of red wine. Ginika and Tamara turned their apartment into a shrine of candlelight, shadows dancing over bare skin, the air thick with wax and want.
“What a fucking day,” Omotola purred, swirling her wine like a villainess in a movie. “And it’s still not over.”
Ginika’s toes curled against the couch, her grin wicked. “So… this is our new routine now? You two just bomb our apartment with orgasms whenever NEPA takes the light?”
I scanned the room—three goddesses, each one a different flavour of temptation. Omotola, all-knowing smirks and thunder-thighs. Ginika, juicy as a ripe mango, her breasts begging to be bitten. Tamara, long legs and that don’t-play stare that made my dick twitch.
“Abeg, why not?” I laughed. “If suffering and smiling is the Nigerian way, this is how I choose to suffer.”
Tamara set her glass down with a clink, her eyes locking onto us. “It’s late… but before we sleep…”
“Yes?” Omotola breathed.
“I know you two have been dreaming about us.” Tamara’s voice dropped to a filthy whisper. “So tell me… what’s the one thing you’ve been dying to try?”
My pulse hammered. Omotola squeezed my hand, her voice dripping with dark promise: “Go on, baby. Tell them.”
I didn’t hesitate. “Tamara, you’ve been swinging those perfect breasts in my face for months. I want to suck them until you scream.”
“I think I can arrange that,” Tamara said. She rose from the couch, her sundress clinging to every sinful curve. With a slow, deliberate sway of her hips, she closed the distance between us and mounted my lap in one smooth motion, her thighs squeezing my waist like a vice.
Fuck.
She knew exactly what she was doing. Arms crossed, she pushed her breasts together, creating a valley of soft, supple flesh that begged to be worshipped. Her teeth sank into her plush lower lip, eyes dark with mischief.
No more teasing.
I didn’t ask permission. My fingers hooked under the thin straps of her dress and shoved them down her shoulders, the fabric pooling at her waist. Her strapless bra barely contained the glorious weight of her breasts, the swollen tops peeking out, already begging for my mouth.
“Fuck, Tamara…” I groaned, my lips crashing against her skin, kissing, licking, devouring every inch of exposed flesh. My hands flew behind her, fumbling with the clasp of her bra—
Click.
The bra fell away, and her breasts bounced free—full, heavy, perfect, her nipples stiff, already begging for attention.
“Careful,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair. “They’re… ah… sensitive.”
Then she pushed my face down, guiding me until my nose was buried in the intoxicating warmth of her cleavage, my tongue flicking over her nipple in slow, torturous circles.
“Oh, fuck yes…” Tamara moaned, arching into my mouth, her hips grinding against my growing hardness.
Ginika let out a shocked laugh from the couch. “Wait—since when do you even like guys?”
Tamara threw her head back with a breathless chuckle. “You never asked.”
I lost myself in her breasts for what felt like hours—sucking, biting, worshipping every inch—until a new hunger took over. Without warning, I crushed my lips against hers, our tongues clashing in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.
She pulled back just long enough to rip my shirt over my head, her nails scraping down my chest.
Beside us, Omotola pounced on Ginika like a lioness taking down prey, their lips crashing together in a wet, messy kiss that had Ginika moaning into her mouth. I watched as Omotola’s hands clawed at Ginika’s dress, hiking it up to her waist, revealing those thick, glorious thighs—God help me.
But I had my own mission. My fingers dug under Tamara’s dress, sliding into her panties—fuck, she was already dripping—and her breath hitched as I teased her, circling her clit with rough, hungry strokes. She didn’t waste time either, her hand shoving into my jeans, wrapping around my cock with a grip that made me growl.
“Bedroom?” Tamara gasped, her voice already wrecked.
I grinned, feral. “Oh, we’re going. All of us.”
Clothes flew—buttons popped, fabric ripped—none of us had the patience for slow. By the time we stumbled through the door, we were bare, a tangle of hungry hands and desperate mouths. The bed creaked as we collapsed onto it in a heap of limbs, tongues, and unfinished business.
Everywhere I touched—soft skin, hard nipples, wet heat—another woman was waiting, begging for more. Ginika’s full, heavy breasts in my face, Omotola’s teeth on my neck, Tamara’s fingers working me like she was trying to milk me dry—fuck, fuck, FUCK.
Then Omotola—my wicked, perfect goddess—pulled back, her eyes glinting with mischief.
“My turn to call the shots,” she purred. “Three-girl blowjob. Now.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
That’s my girl.
I slumped back against the headboard, my vision swimming as three pairs of lips descended on my throbbing cock. Thank God I was packing enough meat to go around—these greedy goddesses each wanted a taste, and I was more than happy to oblige.
Sensory overload didn’t even begin to cover it.
Hot, wet tongues slathered me from base to tip, their soft lips kissing and sucking every inch while they moaned into each other’s mouths, my dick trapped between them. Ginika’s plump lips wrapped around the head, her tongue flicking like a serpent, while Tamara deep-throated the shaft like it was her last meal. Omotola, my wicked queen, licked my balls like they were coated in honey, her fingers digging into my thighs.
Then—sudden chaos.
Omotola jerked like she’d been electrocuted. I glanced down just in time to see Ginika’s sneaky fingers buried knuckle-deep in my girlfriend’s dripping pussy. “Fuck—!” Omotola gasped, her nails clawing into Ginika’s shoulders as she yanked her away from my cock, claiming her mouth in a ravenous kiss before devouring her breasts like a woman possessed.
Now alone with Tamara, I ripped her off my dick—her lips glossy with spit—and dragged her into my lap. Her bare, smooth pussy ground against my shaft, her fingers stroking me slowly, teasing the swollen head with her thumb.
“Do you want me?” she whispered, her breath hot against my lips.
Fuck. Talking.
I answered by grabbing her ass with both hands, lifting her up, and slamming her down onto my cock in one brutal thrust.
Her whole body trembled as my dick stretched her open, arms locking around me like I was the last man on earth.
“Fuck—I can feel your heartbeat,” Tamara whimpered, nails carving half-moons into my back. “Pounding… just like your cock.”
“I can feel yours too, baby,” I growled.
Then the sounds started—real porno shit. Omotola and Ginika are going face-first into each other’s breasts, tongues slurping nipples, fingers sloshing in soaked pussy. Tamara melted over me, her back arched, ass clenching around my shaft with every rough thrust.
“Fuck—YES,” she hissed, teeth scraping my ear just right.
I rolled my hips, grinding my pelvis against her swollen clit—
“OH—FUCK!”
Ginika exploded beside us, back bowing off the bed. Her legs kicked, her pussy gushed, and she collapsed, a dripping, gasping mess.
Tamara lost it watching her. “You next,” she panted, suddenly slamming herself down on me, riding my dick like her life depended on it.
Then Omotola slid up behind Tamara, one hand twisting her nipples, the other circling her clit fast.
“YES! YES! FUCK—!”
Tamara’s pussy clamped down, milking me as she came hard, juices squirting down my thighs.
But I wasn’t done.
Still diamond-hard, I pulled out of Tamara’s shaking body and grabbed Omotola—her pussy throbbing, begging for my cock.
“Wait—” Ginika gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I want it… just like in your Waiting Game stories. How did it go again?” She bit her plump lower lip, eyes dark with hunger. “First… He gets on top of me…”
With a sinful wiggle, she rolled onto her back, her luscious tits jiggling as she squeezed them together—creating a slippery, heavenly valley of soft brown flesh just begging to be fucked.
“Fuck yes,” I growled, my cock throbbing and dripping with Tamara’s arousal as I straddled Ginika’s chest. She spread her breasts apart, guiding me down between them, her warm, pillowy cleavage swallowing me whole.
“Mmm, just like that,” she moaned, gazing up at me with pure lust as I sank deeper. “I want you to fuck me.”
Then—she clamped her tits together, trapping my shaft in a hot, velvety vice. My hands dug into her soft flesh, gripping her juicy melons like a man possessed as I pounded into her cleavage, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
The sight was unreal.
Every time I surged forward, the head of my cock popped free from the top of her cleavage, glistening and desperate—and Ginika craned her neck to flick her tongue against my tip with each thrust.
“Fuck! Ginika—!” I groaned, my hips pistoning faster.
Tamara, ever the seductress, slithered up beside Omotola, her fingers tracing teasing circles on her thigh. “So… what happens next?” she purred, pretending to forget.
Omotola smirked, her voice dripping with filthy promise. “I throw you down on the bed beside them—”
And with that, she playfully shoved Tamara onto the mattress, her lithe body sprawling out in invitation.
“And then?” Tamara breathed, her legs already spreading.
“Then…” Omotola climbed over her, straddling Tamara’s face, her thighs trembling with anticipation. “Then I—I—”
Tamara didn’t let her finish.
With a hungry growl, she grabbed Omotola’s hips and yanked her down, burying her tongue deep into Omotola’s dripping pussy.
“OH! FUCK! OH GOD!” Omotola’s screams tore through the room as her thighs clamped around Tamara’s head, her back arching off the bed. Our eyes met – hers wide with shocked pleasure, mine burning with lust as I thrust mercilessly between Ginika’s magnificent, oil-slicked tits.
This wasn’t fantasy anymore. This was real.
Omotola lunged for me, our mouths crashing together in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Her nails carved crescent moons into my back as she ground against Tamara’s tongue, her moans vibrating against my lips. The air was thick with the musk of sweat and sex, the bedframe pounding against the wall like a drumbeat to our debauchery.
“Fuck her boobs harder!” Omotola gasped, breaking our kiss to watch as my cock disappeared again and again between Ginika’s heavy breasts. “Oh shit, just like that! I’m gonna—”
Her warning came too late. With a guttural scream, Omotola came hard, her pussy milking Tamara’s tongue as her whole body convulsed. The sight pushed me over the edge – with three final, brutal thrusts, I erupted across Ginika’s chest, ropes of cum painting her collarbone, her chin, her smirking lips.
“Fuck yes, cover me!” Ginika purred, scooping a finger through the mess and sucking it clean. “Mmm… tastes even better than I imagined.”
We collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, our chests heaving as the aftershocks rippled through us. Ginika traced lazy circles in the cum cooling on her skin, grinning like the cat that got the cream.
“So this is your famous Waiting Game?” she teased, licking her lips. “I think I’m in love.”
Omotola laughed breathlessly, her fingers entwined with mine. “Game over, baby. From now on?” She turned to give me a look that promised endless sin. “We play for keeps.”
The End
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