August 8, 2022

Edymaniac: Mother’s Boyfriend IV (18+)

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Edymaniac: Mother’s Boyfriend IV (18+)

I could feel Ayo’s dick get erect as he rubbed up against me. He was definitely ready for it. My hand went down to his crotch and I started to rub his hard-on. I decided that wasn’t enough and my hand disappeared down his swim trunks, taking a hold of his cock. It was small, maybe 5 inches when erect and pretty skinny.

Ayo eventually manoeuvred himself between my legs. He pulled off his swim trunks and his tool was now rubbing up against my crotch in a rhythmic fashion. Now, I was definitely ready.

“Ohhh, yes,” I gasped as Ayo left my lips and started sucking on my neck. He stayed there for a while, feasting on both sides until he started to wander south.

Fumbling around, Ayo pulled down my bikini top and attacked my breasts. All sorts of slurping noises came from his mouth as he devoured them, somewhat awkwardly. I must say, though, that he really seemed to enjoy them. And that, in itself, was a turn-on.

“Ohhh,” I groaned.

“Oh, God, Nneka. I LOVE your breasts,” Ayo whispered at one point. “You have the hottest body in the school!”

That was almost enough to make me orgasm right then and there. Not that I believed it much, but I knew I could definitely compete with any girl at my school, even the older ones.

Ayo eventually let his hands fall to my ass, which I allowed. He would gently squeeze it before pressing my body closer to him. That’s when I had a flashback of Tope playing with my asshole that one night. How I wished Ayo would tease me the same way but I knew that was NOT going to happen.

As Ayo started to untie my bikini bottoms, I decided that I wanted to have sex with him right there in the pool.

Now that we were both completely naked, Ayo sat down on a step and pulled me toward him. I mounted myself over his hard penis and gently fell upon it. It went in quite easily and I was starting to feel great. Just as I started to buck faster, I was horrified to here Ayo gasp, “Auggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh” followed by the sensation of “squirting” inside me. And just like that, it was over.

Ayo pulled me off of him and looked very content. I was quite frustrated as I put my bikini back on and climbed out of the pool.

“That was awesome, Nnneka!” Ayo commented from the middle of the shallow end, apparently oblivious to my feelings.

“Great, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I said sarcastically while cleaning myself off.

I considered letting it drop, but I couldn’t resist.

“Ayo?” I asked.


“Do you ALWAYS cum that fast?” I asked with a cold stare.

Ayo appeared confused by the question. He waited a few seconds, perhaps to choose his words carefully or maybe because he didn’t know what to say.

“Um…well…no. Not all the time,” he answered.

I looked away and sighed loudly. He doesn’t have a clue, I thought.

I stood up abruptly, “Well, I have to get going. I’m supposed to be home by 10.” I gave Ayo a quick kiss on the cheek and walked back into the house.

Walking upstairs to look for Sandra, I approached her bedroom. Her door was open and I peered inside. Sandra was in her bed, butt-naked on here hands and knees, while Musa was fucking her from behind. The music was playing loudly in the background, which seemed to drown out any noise they were making. Sandra met each of Musa’s thrusts with a thrust of her own and I was amazed by the intensity of their lovemaking.

Sexually frustrated, I decided to take a quick shower before letting myself out. It appeared that Sandra was going to be preoccupied for a while anyway. Must be nice, I thought.


As I approached my house, I could see that all the lights were off which meant that my mom had gone to sleep. Unfortunately, Tope’s car was still in the driveway. I sighed as I wondered what else could possibly go wrong this night.

I unlocked the front door and quietly entered my house. My hair was still wet from my shower, and I was still dressed in my bikini and beach towel. The living room was almost pitch black when I entered and I waited a second for my eyes to adjust to the dark before proceeding to the kitchen. The alcohol was still having an effect on me as I discarded the towel and placed it over a chair. I poured myself a glass of juice and stared out the kitchen window, alone with my thoughts.

Just then, I heard a noise behind me. I turned and saw a silhouette of a person standing in the kitchen doorway.

“Who’s there?” I whispered, praying it wasn’t Tope.

The figure walked toward me slowly and finally stepped into the moonlight penetrating the room from the kitchen window. I took a step back. It was Tope with that cocky grin on his face.

He stopped about 2 yards in front of me and I could see he was dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers. My eyes were naturally drawn to the bulge between his legs, but I caught myself and looked away. As usual, he smelled of cigarettes and cologne.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt extremely vulnerable dressed only in my bikini. I crossed my arms to shield my exposed breasts as if that would offer me some kind of protection.

I blurted out, “What are you doing up?” before turning around and staring outside.

“I got up to see how your pool party went,” Tope replied sarcastically.

I didn’t bother to turn around, “It went fine. You can go back to bed now.”

“Was your little boyfriend there?” he asked with a laugh. He was directly behind me now and his face was right next to my right ear. Tope had me trapped up against the kitchen sink and he knew it. I could feel him brush up against me. He was rock hard, as usual.

“No. Of course not. And what do you care anyway?”

Tope laughed at my terse response, but then asked, “Nneka, have you been drinking?”

“No!” I said as I quickly tried to slip by him without even turning.

And that is when he made his move. In one quick motion, he grabbed me by the hips and spun me around to face him. “I think you have, Nneka. You’ve been a very bad girl tonight! So why stop now?”

Suddenly, Tope forcefully kissed me on the lips. He was all over me and I couldn’t escape from his embrace. I tried to resist by turning my head but Tope pulled it back toward him, roughly. His moustache felt strange against my face as he shoved his tongue inside my mouth, effectively muffling my protests. I tried to kick and hit him but all my efforts were in vain for he was way too strong.

Tope subsequently picked me up as if I was a child and sat me down on the countertop. He appeared to have a specific plan in mind as he went to work on my body. Tope forced my legs apart and began rubbing his groin against mine. I gasped as I felt the sheer weigh and volume of his meat against my private area. It felt different, but in a good way. Before long, it started to feel good. I couldn’t help it; my crotch became drenched quickly, as usual.

It was at that point that I pretty much surrendered. I literally gave up. The fact was that I was tired of fighting Tope off and he had worn down my resistance. Besides, it started to feel too good. Maybe the alcohol had something to do with it, also, or maybe it was my boyfriend’s fault for not knowing how to fuck.

Whatever the reason, I suddenly changed strategies abruptly and started to kiss Tope back as he explored me with his gigantic hands. Surprising even myself, I threw my arms around his shoulders and clasped my legs around Tope’s waist, wanting to get as close to him as possible. Tope paused for a moment, almost confused by my apparent cooperation. However, when he realized I was willingly participating, he went right back to work. I was past the point of no return now.

I was turned on in ways that I had never been before. While I hated Tope passionately, I needed him to have sex with me that night.

Tope pulled down the top of my bikini, and groped and squeezed my ample breasts, as he continued to French-kiss me deeply. He also continued to dry hump me right there on the countertop. All this stimulation at one time was driving me crazy.

At one point, I pulled away suddenly and whispered, “Wait! Not here!” Tope gave me a nod, understanding that we needed more privacy. I led him by the hand, quietly, past my mom’s bedroom and into mine.

As I closed and locked my bedroom door, Tope came up behind me and violently ripped the top and bottom of my bikini completely off. I now stood there completely nude with my mom’s boyfriend behind me. I was absolutely shaking with lust but too afraid to turn around.

“Go over to your desk and bend over,” Tope whispered in my ear. I walked to the desk and Tope gently pushed down on my back. I was now bent over my desk on my elbows with my ass and pussy now completely exposed to him. As he knelt down behind me, my heart was pounding in anticipation. I was dripping wet and I ached to be touched.

Tope then methodically had his way with me. He began by circling my clitoris with his tongue clockwise, gradually increasing the speed and pressure.

“Ohh…Ohh…Ohh…Ohh,” I groaned making sure I wasn’t too loud.

Just when I’d thought he was going to going to attack my clit straight on, he changed pace by circling counter-clockwise, careful not to actually touch my swollen clit. On several occasions, I moved my ass back toward him with the hope it would make contact with his tongue, but with no success. It felt wonderful but frustrating at the same time. I could tell what he was trying to do. He was trying to get me as horny as possible and it was working!

Tope attacked my clit and pussy with a vengeance when I least expected it.

“Ohhhh!” I groaned not expecting it to feel quite as good as it did. Tope then spent the next several minutes devouring my pussy. He sometimes licked my clit and my pussy, up and down, in one long stroke, often changing speeds.

Tope eventually focused solely on my pussy and seemed to content with trying to lick up as much of my wetness as possible. My legs and really, my whole body were trembling with a combination of lust, anxiety, and fatigue from standing there.

“Tope…Ohh…Ohh…Tope, you’re going to make me cum!!” I whispered to him over my shoulder. “Ohh…Ohh…Ohh…Ohhh…Ohhh…Topeyyyy…Ohhhhhhhh…”

Upon hearing this, Tope began to tongue-fuck me, deeply. It felt like a miniature penis and I have to say that Tope’s tongue actually felt bigger than my boyfriend’s penis! And at least Tope’s tongue could go longer than 15 seconds!

I was now bucking my hips back at his face and I was very close to my first orgasm with another person in my young life. I started to come in waves. “Ohhhhhh…. Ohhhhhhhh….Ohhhhhhh….Topeyyyyyy…. Ddddooooon’t sssstttttoooooopp!!!!”

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