Pleasures.....

.................“No need for more excuse,” Azeru said, “just only this is enough for the whole of them.”

“How dear you talk to your church members like that!” his father burst into furry.

“I’m sorry. Let me go and take my clean bath,” he said as he walked to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, the memories of many lovely and sexy girls of which some are temptress, seductress, lesbians and even desperate to fall in love with him. But in his entire life he has some kind of bad feelings sometimes towards lesbians.

Chituru, another beautiful princess like Yeoma, she is his seductress. Naturally, mothers are not the creators of their children, but for her mother one will believe without thoughts that she created her and fashioned her the way she preferred with precious stones and fide. This Chituru was not like other chituru, them talk of being like other girls. What made her special is that she always seduces her guest by strip-treading before them and showing them what made her a woman and by touching and saying all manners of things like Jezebel always treats her guests, nicely.

She has all the stoppers qualities and words to persuade all her guests. She’s a 20 years old expert, with some complexions of a black lowered girls, she have a full round figure, a wet lips, straight graceful legs, real round sexy things, inside her pink 9 inches frilled skirt, that she puts on when she’s going for a hunt, together with hoe pink G-strings, having an equilateral triangle of perimeter 9.5 inches. Her uniform is not complete if she did not involve her pink half-eyed bra of chord 4.5 inches, having the distance from the centre of the arch to the centre of the chord as 2.5 inches and accompanied by her small pink lingering sleeveless blouse revealing her fine cleavage and part of the bra’s chord. She puts on pink transparent skillets overshoes’, a pink wrist watch and a pink bow-tie hair packer made of ribbon. All her pinks were that of a silk material except her watch and shoes. She’s known as the pink Lady, and you know what that means.

Another beautiful page of his memories turned opened revealing another girl of such character but to the extreme a deadly lesbian. A 25 years old Woroma, his class mate whom never want to let her group “THE W-FUCKS”, to release. The last day before they had their school holiday he came in cent act with him, but he turned her down. Much of her was not in his interest; so much did not come out of his memory. The last page turned open, and revealed the memories of two desperate girls, whom want to be his girl, came rain, came sun shine. But both are back in the world of love. Among both are Sarima, 24 years old blackhead and the last is a 25 years old Manuchim, who never attend classes because she’s after the boys, but don’t know how to do it.

“Azeru, are you sleeping there?” his father reminded him about mission in church.

“No,” he answered. “I’ll be out in just a minute.”

His father said as walked away. “I’ll be waiting for you at table.”

As he finished taking his bath, he then dressed up and entered the kitchen where the dining table lies.

“What’s today’s breakfast?” he asked his father as he took his seat.

“You’re favorite,” his father said, “What cream do you use? It smells good.” He said as he perceived a nice smell from Azeru’s position.

  “It’s NOUVEAUTE body lotion.” Azeru answered, “Did you like it?” he asked him.

“Yap! I like it. I guess I’ll start using it,” his father then decided to change his body cream.

After Azeru have finished talking his food, he then walked out to their front door post, he was putting on a black long sleeves shirt, well tucked-in a pair of black trousers, a white jugglers shoe, a silver-white wrist watch and a white stets on. The rain was raining the way a man with his right sense will forbid it.........

...................“When did you start your humbleness, mister?” she asked the humble guy.

“It’s just as you come in,” he paused his way for flattery, “Your spirit touched my heart, then I become humble,” he said as he placed his left hand on his chest leaving his right hand on her left hand as it was on the table, caressing it lighting. She then gave him a cute smile, which touches.

“I can’t believe it?” he resumed.

“Believe what?” she asked surprisingly.

“That you’re an angel sent from above to meet me,” he said persuading her to submit onto him.

“Did you think I was sent to meet you?” she asked removing her hand from his.

“Yes, yes, I mean it,” he said taking back her hand, “it is written all over your angelic face, boldly,” he added, beautifully.

“Excuse me, can I have my hand back?” she requested for her pretty stolen hands, that would be used by him to defile her the way he touches it.

“No,” he said, “I’m using it,” he gave his reason.

“To do what?” he laughed.

“As and the medium to communicate truly, through your stirringly veins,” he said admiring her hair with his left hand, while still caressing her left hand with his right hand still on the table, Bobo was mad to be said, he was stark raving mad.

“So, what’s your pretty name?” he asked.

“It’s a sexy one,” she informed him first.

“Wow, I’ll like to hear it,” he said.

“Fanny Boob,” she gave her name.

“Fanny! F.A.N.N.Y.?” he spells it if it’s the one he knows.

“Yeah,” she answered.

“And B.O.O.B.?” he spelt the other name.

“Yeah, it was B.O.B, Bob, but I extended it,” she said smiling cutely. He then gasps.

“The Fanny and the Boob, two great think I love,” Azeru wanting to be fresh with her to see how she’ll cope.

“In you?’ she asked.

“No! I don’t have them,” he drew his chair very close.

“Oh! I see you want something?” she asked touching the buttons of her shirt with her right hand. Azeru understood her clearly but decided to play cay.

“Like what?”

“The fanny and the boob?” she asked as she put her right hand on her blest caressing it.

Azeru looked into her eyes and saw the sign that she’s ready for it. She began to give a very loud sexy body language. To him it was like a was struck by a heavy dream, he never believe she could tease like this for him. It’s a smart kick-off. He thought in his mind and then agreed.

“Yeah that’s what I won’t.”

“Zuru hotel, room nine,” she said to him and went away.

Azeru was left in surprise, and then could she know that we’ll be meeting and booked a hotel room, he thought. Maybe, she’s going to book it now, he rethought.

It was 6pm, the rain was still falling it slowly when he came out of the restaurant to get a taxi. Bobo was a dead man seating on a seat, he left great pain and disappointed, when Azeru belittled him, as he left without telling him.

IV

When Azeru arrived at the hotel, he was confused whether to go back or to continue moving, he stood at a point for about five minutes, looking at the hotel.

When he finally entered and knocked on the door of room nine, she opened the door letting him in. he looked at her and saw that tormented and tormenting cleavage of hers’ as her breasts are trying to burst out from her tiny triangular bra of perimeter 9 inches exactly the same as that of her G-string.

“Wow,” he exclaimed, “You’re such a sexy charm to me,” he said closing the door behind him.

“Is that where your dream is?” she asked him as he was looking into the valley between her breasts.

“So where is our game store,” he asked wanting her to take the first move.

“Here you go,” she said opening the door meanwhile he was looking at her.

“You likes staring at me,” she tried to remind him that he’s the one to make the first move, for he demanded for it back there in the restaurant.

“No full round girl can hide from my eyes,” he said touching her, “So, let’s go to business,” he said.

When they both entered the room, he said, “You’ll make the first move,” brilliantly trying to see if all the girls he have met have the same start mode.

“No, you’ll make the first move, here’s your location, that you asked for,” She said and paused, then continued, “For Christ sake you said you wants my Fanny and Boob! Here I’m’ or did you want me to cut them out from you? Jesus Christ! I can’t” she then went to get her cloths to dress up, trying to make him to hurry up.

In the history of Azeru’s game with most of his lovely toys, these have not happened before, but it did happened today because he had a doubt in mind that he’s not supposed to be with her now. Azeru looked at her in her eyes he made two bold steps close to her, as if he was counting the distance away with his pace.

“It’s a smart decision,” she said as he touched her breasts from behind cupping them, smart, he thought in his mind.

“What did you means, Cinderella?” he wisped to her ears meanwhile his fingers were harassing  her breasts as they stood very close together as she feels electric pulses moving slowly and randomly over her neck.

“I mean the way  you took your steps, guaranteed me real sex,” she said sliding her soft tender hands into his trousers right above his up as she turned facing him.

To Azeru, he have made it a policy that no girl or lady will have to touch his erogenous zone if he have not touched her, especially the one that is the centre character. He quickly but steadily removed hers hands in a polite way.

“Not in a hurry,” he smiled at her and layers her on the bed raising her both hands and used his left hand to still keep her hands above her head. She didn’t bother because she thought he’s doing it as usual.  

Sa he was on top of her kissing and touching her with one hand, his right hand, her face had began to change to sadness, as she felt his hand move from in-between her bra-proved breasts to her belly trying to trace her G-string-proved grain. As he noticed it he then freed her hands as he knelt on the bed, placed her both legs on his shoulder and leaned forward to remove her bra. But,

“Not in hurry,” she knelt on the bed facing him, “Show me what you’ve got,” she started undressing him. She removed his shirt and his trousers, wanting to remove his briefs.

“Slow down, miss,” he removed her hands, “You’ve seen my chest, I’ve not seen yours,” he smiled. She then removed her bra, letting her full round and fresh breasts to be unveiled.

“See the way it looks” he said to her.

“How does it look?” she asked in partial anger.

“Fresh,” he said wanting to touch it, she then removed his hand and said, “Show me your grain you’ve seem my chest,” she then wanted the game to proceed.

He went out of the bed and removed his briefs, “What did you see?” he asked her.

“I see your hood,” she answered removing her G-string.

“What did you see” she asked him, wanting to know how he will answer it.

“I see your fresh, funny deep cut,” he said coming to touch it. She then moved back on the bed, “You’ said the first move is mine,” he said wisely, “So I’m making it,” he continued his movement.

He licked her throat to her cleavage and went back through the same course, then from her  throat to her belly and back. From her throat to her long slit’s hair. The hairs then began to have a free saloon treatment, as he licked and drew it up as he closed his lips over them; she had a long slit opening this time the measuring units can’t take it.

He stood up and went to the refrigerator and brought out some cubes of ice.

“What are they for?” she asked as she lay helplessly on the bed, her mind then began to beat faster than twice it should, because she have not had an ice touch before, but she do know that it does exist only among sex her. She began to feel the presence of her dreams, but it will take the touch of an ice for her to hold her dreams hand in hand.

He placed an ice cube right in the valley between her breasts and another on her tiny belly, he began to taste he inward thigh.

“Oh boy! Get it, it’s close to you,” she said shuddering with cold as she tried to put his tongue on it.

He then placed an ice in his mouth and licked all part of her soft flesh with his cold cat’s tongue. She drew his head slowly and forcefully to her fragile slit, but he refused it wisely. He stood up for more ice cubes, after he went have gotten them, he came back to bed, and where she lay wide spread.

He used the ice cubes to caress her breasts and grain avoiding her ripples and slits. After some wise and skillful caress, she had great goose pimples across the surface of her skin as she got succulent, meanwhile he went he went down to receive it with his mouth by helping it to overflow as she pulls on his strongly; it was a weave fight.

“I’m dead in your hands,” she tried in a very low tune as she shy’s away.

“Are you really Miss Fanny Boob?” he asked wanting her to be brave.

“Yeah,” she said in a proud voice.

“Then relax,” he drew her close to him.

She then relaxed for more. He then caressed her round buttocks and thigh with both hands lightly and smoothly as he closed his lips over her novel, ripples and breasts.

“God, what a boy!” she exclaimed and gasped. He squeezed and fondled her breasts and closed his teeth over her nipples and shocks it, but lightly. 

“Oh, oh, oh, oh…”she mourned as she got succulent the second time, learning the juice in his mouth; he then gave her the love making whish she was long waiting.

After they must have finished, he began to rest with panting while she went to take a bath. He then asked her from the room.

“What your real name?”

“I told you, it’s Fanny Boob,” she said.

“I see could you please be fast,” he told her.

“I’ve already finished,” she came out with a towel tithed over her chest. The towel had a width of 20 inches. He come to her and said, “I need your towel,” wanting to see her again without, fig leave as she’s not in the mode, meanwhile he was caressing her thighs underneath. She then removed the towel and passed it to him; she was wearing a yellow G-string and a yellow bra exactly the same triangular size.

As he collected the towel heading towards the bathroom door, he was wondering why she slept with him without admitting that she’s a prostitute; she didn’t ask to be paid. He turned and looked at her, she was on the make-up desk, making-up. She looked at the mirror and saw him, she then smiled. He then took all his cloths into the bath room.

As he was taking his bath, he heard a strange noise like that made when a catteries of bullets is being fed into a gun. After then he then heard a screwing noise like a silence being screwed to a gun. He then knew that she’s an assessing with a silenced pistol. He quickly took his bath, dressed up in the bath room and was about to flee from the window, he then heard the sound of the door being locked; he then knew it’s the front door.

He then stood freeze. I know its Orwu, his frightened mind told him. Knock, he heard ...............

[I know this is a kind of creepy :), I am still working on it, I would have finished but my classes are holding me down. "PLEASURES", adopted from my one and first novel]