The Romp

Now you're talking! As we were leaving the joint, I noticed the strange guy staring at us. Even at a distance, I was able to make out the defeated expression on his face.

The girl he was with was attempting to strike up a conversation with him, but he was only interested in looking at us. I gave him a signal that I was positive he would understand, and that signal was: Get ready for my 4k!!!! He was absolutely going to apologize to me profusely for having such a low opinion of me.

I went out to kabba with the new girl and then I left. We got on the same byke, and I continued to give her the romantic attention she deserved right there on top of the byke. I gently caress her bare a*r*se as I slide my hand right into the back of her shirt and sip my drink. She will rearrange her body at random intervals in order to provide me with a greater opportunity to feel her arse.

When we arrived at the room of my friend, he had promised to keep the key for me, and I was able to retrieve the key from where he hid it.

After we had entered the building, she requested that I play some music for her. I did, and she picked out a tune that she liked the best. As I sat back and watched, she continued to dance for a few more minutes.

She eventually joined me on the bed, drenched in sweat and exhausted. I took her shirt and shorts off of her. She was wearing a pair of pa.nts that only partially covered her v, Jay.

The corners of the pants were open, revealing the full lips of the wetcore along with the hairs that were contained within them. I didn't waste any time and went straight for her breast, unhooking the buckle in the back to let it hang loose.

It jumped around uninhibitedly despite her cupping her hands around it and squeezing it. Her behavior was giving me serious horny feelings.

I started by sucking on the breast and then moved on to sucking on the neck as if there were more remy martinis contained within it and I was attempting to sip them.

She moved her hands towards my shorts, and her fingers found the bulge that ran down the back of my shorts. She then began to pull on the bulge. After I undid my shorts, she moved her hand so that she could get a full sensation of my d*i*c*k.

As she sat up, I knelt down on the bed and removed my shirt. At that moment, I noticed that she was looking at the bulge that was down my boxers.

I was able to see the expression on her face as she reached for it and began to stroke it after she had pulled down the boxers a little bit. It grew in size, strength, and firmness, becoming prepared for action as it did so.

As she reclined on the bed and removed her pants, I reached for my condoms and put one on. I then proceeded to wear it. When I reached for her p*u*s*y, she was already dripping wet. I started by feeling it up, then lightly caressing it, and then I began rubbing her clitoris.

She widened her legs, signaling for me to f*ck her and encouraging me to do so. I moved in closer to her wide-spread legs, positioned my d*i*k at the opening of her p*u*s*y, and thrust deeply inside of her wet core.

As I di.c.ked her wet core, I gradually increased the buildup to a higher level. She moaned in agony as she clenched her hands around her breasts and exerted pressure on them in the process. I could feel the muscles in her p*u*s*s*y tightening up, so I increased the amount of slamming that I did.

I put out my hand and squeezed her breasts in the same way that I had seen her do, and then I slammed them in even further.

She spread her legs apart and then propped one of them up against the wall. her wetcore  squeezed once more, and she sat up a little as she tried to extend her clitoris so that she could make more contact with my d*i*c*k while she relaxed.

As I came closer, the sensation of her p*u*sy rubbing and scrubbing against my d*i*kk was extremely exciting. I withdrew from her and secured my condom before continuing.

The strange guy is going to be held accountable for this. I gave a sly grin to myself. I had given him a sign that I was approaching for my 4k; there would be one more round.

I reached for my phone and turned it to the video recording app. Both the girl and I had undressed and were lying on the bed. I pretended like I was going to make a call by turning the phone around and then I started the recorder very slowly.

It was not necessary to have a flawless video recording; all that was required were a few clips in which our naked bodies and the used condom could be seen. Perhaps her face, if that's what's required.

After viewing the video clip, I thought it was excellent. After that, I alighted my cigarette and began to smoke it. She made herself comfortable on the bed and then inquired about her benson. I lit it for her and then handed it to her. She had always been a smoker by nature.

Everything about how she smoked, from the way she held the cigar in her hands to the way she inhaled and exhaled the smoke to the way she drew it in, was completely natural.

We passed the time by smoking and conversing for a while. She had not covered herself yet, and I could see some of the moisture dripping from her p*u*s*sy onto the bedsheet. She was still na.k.ed. I put a lot of effort into changing her.

The sight of the wet p*u.s*sy was enough to turn me one more time. The second time around, I used my second condom, kneeled her down on the bed, turned her a*r*se towards me, and entered her from behind. There wasn't much romance involved this time.

She let out a loud moan as I butted her from behind and fu.c.ke.d her. While I was going in and out of her like a voracious eater, I kept a firm and steady grip on her a*r*se. She wailed and groaned in a very audible manner.

During the makeout session, she pressed her hip against my d.c.k while we were making out. She rocked my d*i*kk with her a*r*s*e while simultaneously resting her hands on the bed, lifting her head slightly, and stretching one of her legs backwards. We continued to have s.e.x.ual encounters until both of us finally came.

I finished tying the second c.on.d.om, slipped them both into my hanky, and then I joined the girl in the bed to relax.

After getting some rest, we continued on our way back to the camp. I smiled to myself as I made my way to the hostel because I knew I had done a good job. This strange individual was going to get some education on the subject.

When I arrived at the hostel, he was nowhere to be found. Where could he be? Is he cleaning up after another woman? Was it that resolute look on your face?

I mumbled a prayer to myself asking that he does not come back with a shock. He had an uncanny ability to mix and mingle his way out of sticky situations.

Is there any way for him to get out of this particular corner that I have set up for him? Of course yes! He has done it once more, just like he does every time. This time around, in a manner that came dangerously close to destroying me.

EASY POV (THE WEIRD GUY)

After spending the day with Rita, I went straight to bed when I got back to the hostel.  it was dark outside and it indicates that I must have been asleep for a while. my phone began to ring.....

 it was dark outside and it indicates that I must have been asleep for a while. my phone began to ring.....

It's joy calling. Since we had that raucous s.e.x at Delight kitchen the last time, I haven't seen her in the meantime.

Since the rules had been changed by the "ugly one" (Chuks), as I referred to him, I wasn't particularly interested in seeing her again. Despite the fact that I cherished every second that we were together, I had a bet that I needed to win.

"Hello, sweetie," she said as I picked up the phone to answer it. "How was your day?" I asked.

"Good, but in a way uninteresting. She informed me that she had been charging her battery because it had been running low. "Have you dialed my number yet?" She inquired. Instantaneously, I lied and said "yes."

It spared me the trouble of explaining why I haven't called her, in the event that she was going to demand an explanation. "Where are you and what are you doing," was the question that she posed to me.

"I'm here at the hostel, exhausted and getting some rest." I did respond. "Alright, I just turned on my phone now because I'm feeling a little bit bored." She said. It was an underhanded attempt on their part to get in touch with me. This evening, I did not have any plans that included her. I was thinking about Rita.

I apologized, but I promised that if I got a lot of rest, I would call you. "All right, give me a call if you are done, abeg." As soon as she was done with what she wanted to say, she  hung up . 

As soon as she was done with what she wanted to say, she  hung up .  I didn't waste any time and right there, I called Rita almost straight away. "Hello," was the response she gave. I introduced myself by stating, "It's me," before giving my full name.

"Eeeeeyyyy, commander of the platoon!" She yelled in surprise. It didn't even occur to me to correct her. I let her know that I was prepared for the date, but she decided not to come out to join me.

She stated, "I just finished having my bath, I've been reading some novels, and I'm feeling sleepy already." She also mentioned that she had been reading some new novels. I attempted to convince her, but she would not listen to any reason I was willing to give. She suggested we reschedule the appointment, and I was willing to do so.

I ended the call by saying, "I will call you some other time," and then I put the phone down. It was a severe setback! This was not an unusual occurrence, but for someone like me who was in a precarious position to advance in levels, it was definitely a setback.

Jane! Yes! When Jane answered the phone, I asked about the girl I was calling, and she said, in a distorted voice, "The girl you are calling is dead. She died as a result of you abandoning her while she was sick." It made me laugh out loud because it was so hilarious.

As I continued to laugh, she eventually joined in with me. After saying, "Let me make it up for you," I extended an invitation to go out with her.

"Are you serious?" she asked me. "Of course, that's a yes." We arranged to meet at the volleyball court. We exchanged some words for a few minutes before I insisted on taking her to Ngwori.

She declined, citing the fact that the Ngwori is consistently loud in the evenings due to the presence of people smoking and drinking. "I despise loud noises and crowded places." She related it to me. "Do you feel hungry?" I asked.

She quickly responded to me: "I don't eat at night." “Why?”. "It's not good for your health, and it causes you to pack on some weights." To put it another way, she was paying attention to her weight, and it was clear that she was making good progress toward her goal.

We stopped at the food stand for some popcorn and ice cream before making our way to the parade grounds. It was so dark at the parade ground, and the darkness was so frightening, that I thought she might choose to go back, but she came with me to an extreme part, away from the lights falling at the opposite extreme of the parade ground from shops that were nearby.

We started having a conversation as we sat down on a log of wood. It was one of those drawn-out evenings when you were thinking about doing something, but the right opportunity never seemed to present itself.

She went from talking about one thing to talking about something else, and I went with the flow, all the while fighting the urge to kiss her.

It was infuriatingly dark, and there were only one or two other people seated at various locations within and far away from the parade ground.

They were the only ones who could be seen because they were dressed in all white. After she mentioned that she was having trouble staying awake, I invited her to lie down on either of my laps. Before she finally laid down, she showed some reluctance.

While her head was resting on my laps, she stretched her legs out to cover the other portion of the log. "Hmm. . .malizia", she said. "That scent is absolutely wonderful to me." I felt compelled to inquire of her, "Why don't you wear it if you love it so much?" She responded, "It has a masculine fragrance."

She jokingly sniffed on my clothing as if the scent of the perfume was really appealing to her. As I began to gently stroke her bare hands, I mumbled something to the effect of, "I hope it's okay if I pet you to sleep."

At the very least, it was a straightforward way to begin. "Hmm. . ." She did not utter a single word but instead hummed. I continued to caress her hands, and I extended my touch to her back after deciding that her silence gave me permission to be indulgent.

It was clear that she was enjoying herself; after all, who doesn't like getting a nice massage at the spa?

I continued to move my hands down the entirety of her back, then I moved them slightly down her hips, and finally I worked my way back up to her shoulders. 

I was making headway in the situation. "You have nice shape," I finally broke the awkward silence after realizing how uneasy it was making me feel. She questioned in a hushed tone, "Really." "Really?" “Yes. And it's incredibly passionate!

I continued, "You are getting under my skin." She smiled a little and responded with a jokey comment, "You are actually turning yourself on." It was an accurate statement. While I was turning myself on, Jane's head was resting on my laps, and the bulge was pressing up against it.