The suddenness of her utterance stunned me, and it was not in a good way at all. To be sure that I heard what she just said, I told her that I did not hear her the first time, and Ruka just began to ramble about how she would like to spend the day with her son and all, as if I did not hear her the first time, she said it.
You see, the fact that I knew that Fawaz was not even her son and I knew that the time they wanted to spend together was probably for her to get fucked by that boy’s big penis that I am now doing my best to get – was really annoying for me but I had to put my anger in check a little so that the situation can be properly managed.
“What are you even saying, self? This thing that you have said now, does it make any sense to you? It is you who came to me o that I should host a threesome for you with my penis, penis that I do not always share with anybody o, I went to book them so that they would service my friend for me as a birthday gift.
They are not even happy about the thing because they found out about each other, and I even had to pay them o and book a hotel room and all, and now you are saying that you do not want to come anymore because you want to spend time with your son.
Is your son running away? You can spend time with him after we leave the hotel now, and you will come back to my place. You want to miss all the enjoyment that I have struggled to plan for you because of your son? Sorry o, those of us that do not have sons, we do not do birthdays? Abi, can your son fuck you like my boys?”
I just emptied my whole clip on Ruka, emotionally blackmailing her and asking rhetorical questions along the line, but you see that last question was not rhetorical; it was bait. I intentionally asked so that she would be in discomfort as to whether I had found out about her secret or not.
She went quiet for a while and then apologised in a low tone. Once that apology came, I knew one of my legs was already on the finish line. Then she backed down and told me that she would have the threesome as planned, but she needed us to start early so that she would still have enough strength to go out with her son. I said no problem to that.
It was better than nothing. But then, if Ruka survives fucking Ezekiel and Lekan, would she still have enough energy to come and fuck Fawaz? Although I doubt that she had that kind of energy, I was not going to entirely rule out the possibility because this Ruka that I know is randy and wild as fuck.
I still get flashbacks of how she used to bounce on Baba Nimota’s penis, and that penis is big o. However, this was not a problem for now; I just needed to bide my time for the next few days and get the evidence I needed from Fawaz so that I could snatch him from my best friend.
Now, do not look at me like I am a bad person. The boy was tired of the relationship already. I am just helping him, the good thing is not meant for one person.
I finally dropped my phone and heaved a sigh of relief. I had just dodged a bullet. If Ruka had been able to cancel on me, I would have had a hard time trying to break her relationship with Fawaz.
Now, thinking of Fawaz, thinking of that long and fat penis that he showed me the night before, my body shuddered like my pussy just got penetrated by something invisible and pleasurable at the same time.
I smiled at myself while I pulled the duvet tighter to my breasts and just smiled to myself. That kiss from yesterday, the way he grabbed my neck and squeezed my breast; those feelings were undeniably sweet, and it was not even a question that this boy would like to dominate anybody in the bedroom.
I was okay with that; I would love to get used to him in the room. Just thinking of the whole thing was making my pussy tingle all over, but now, I had to prepare for today’s work. I got out of bed naked and found some lingerie to put on. It was half satin material and half lace, especially around my breasts.
It was also incredibly short; it barely went below my asscheeks and I always wore it to drive Alhaji crazy. Whenever I put that on, he would fuck me silly without it. All he always needed to do was have me do the slightest bends, and my pussy would be there waiting for his penis.
Knowing how dangerously I was dressed, I went to my mirror for a final check; there, I used my hands to cup the underneath of my breasts for adjustments, then I strutted off to Fawaz’s room. I did not bother knocking,
I just tried my luck, and the door opened wide like it had been waiting for me to come. Fawaz was awake and on his phone, but under his duvet. His top half was visible to me, and he wore nothing there.
I could see his bare chest and, in my head, I could picture that he was naked under the blanket and that his long penis would just be resting on one of his thighs. It was a cool morning, and the sun was barely out.
I wished I could walk to his bed now and just snuggle against his skin and let his warmth permeate my skin. My hand gets lost between his thighs, and I just play with his penis and his balls. But then, I did not want to give him that Ruka’s possessive vibe.
So, I just rested on the doorway and said, “Fine boy, what would you like to have for breakfast?” He just lay there smiling like a fool. He looked away from his phone and told me he was going to school soon, so he would not be waiting for breakfast.
I quietly thanked God in my head because I was not even looking forward to cooking anyway. I shook my head and went to the kitchen. It would not be bad to start the day with a hot cup of tea. I lazily filled my kettle with water and placed it on the stove.
I waited for a few minutes for it to boil, and then I started to prepare my tea in a small cup. This is one of those cultures that Alhaji had introduced me to – living the tush and classy life. Ruka never got this kind of opportunity, so she still acts too hood. After stirring for a while, I watched my tea swirl in the cup as vapour escaped from within. I rested on my elbows and watched it roll and roll.
I could not drink it right away because it was too hot, and I must have been so far gone in it that I did not hear Fawaz come into the kitchen, and I did not pay much attention to the new scent that filled the room.
By the time I did, it was a little bit too late. He was already standing over me, and no sooner did I turn to look at him than his hand connected with my ass and made a firm smack sound. The impact nearly made me tip my tea cup over.
I stood there with my mouth open in surprise at his sudden audacity and in sheer lust for what he was going to do next.
He smacked my ass again, and this time, he grabbed it and fondled it a bit before using his other hand to pick up my tea cup. He asked whether I had made the tea for him and then downed it in a single gulp without waiting for my approval.
I watched his Adam’s apple move up and down as the tea went down his oesophagus, and suddenly, I was forced to gasp and hold onto the kitchen cabinet tightly.
While he drank my tea, this boy’s hand that was grabbing my asscheeks found a way to let one of his fingers find its way to my pussy, and not only that, he opened my pussy lips and poked the entrance a little to ensure that he would get some of my wetness.
Once he got that, he redirected that finger to my clitoris and used it to rub me there. That was the moment that the gasp was forced to come out. I had stayed there trying to see what he would do before, but now that he was doing it, oh my God! My eyes closed a little and my mouth remained a bit open.
I saw the wicked grin that was pasted on his face as he dropped the cup and finally pushed his finger inside my pussy. Hot breath rushed out of my nostrils, and I immediately tried to hold on to him because my legs just suddenly went weak.
This wicked boy pulled his finger out of my pussy almost immediately and steadied me. I tried to kiss him, but he just held me and laughed again, saying that he had to leave now. He just wanted to give me a taste of himself while I worked on helping him get the things he wanted.
Once he said those words, he turned and left me stunned in the kitchen. Damn this Fawaz boy! Why turn me on so bad and leave for school? I marched down to my room and grabbed my phone. I started to scroll through it, meaning to call Fawaz, but once again, I chose not do it to maintain my steeze.
I called Ezekiel and asked him to meet me in the kitchen. I returned there, confused about what I wanted. I dropped my phone and the cabinet and put the tea cup in the sink. I rested my back against the cabinet and waited for Ezekiel. He came in with wet hands; he was probably washing my car for the day. Once he got close to me, I pushed my legs apart and told him to kneel and clean my plate.
I watched him obey me and get on his knees. Even though my gown was already too short, I still used one hand to pull it up a bit. Ezekiel dug his tongue inside my coochie, and I just let go.
My elbows pressed firmly on the cabinet as he started to lick my juices up. I moaned, and my legs trembled, and I cum in his mouth. I was breathing like a dog when he finished with me. He tried to bring his penis out so that we would fuck, but I refused him. I told him we needed all the energy for the threesome. In truth, I was just trying to save my pussy for Fawaz.
Ezekiel was such an easy pushover that he did not object. He just hid his hard penis in his trousers. From the little I know of Fawaz, he would not have done that. He probably would have lifted me on the counter and fucked me there. If Ezekiel had tried too, I would have not done anything, I was horny as fuck.
But he just walked out like a good little boy.
Written by Reezy Sama
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