After holding Frieda’s thighs in his clutches for a while, as he continued to jerk against her, making sure he released the remainder of his cum within her dark tunnel, he rose up from her like a conquering warrior.
His weapon of destruction stood before him proudly, coated in her cream and his semen generously and I could see a tiny bit of his cum dripping from its bulbous cap.
My eyes went to my friend on the floor. She was lying on the rug, her body quaking from the aftermath of the orgasm, her legs apart and her well fucked pussy sipping on his release. I felt my cunt jump in excitement as I stared at the other lady’s genitalia, which was agape from the serious battering it had endured and gallons of cum seeped from it onto the rug.
Frieda was breathless and still quacking under the throes of the earth-shaking climax that shook her entire body. She was covered in sweat and her blonde hair was splattered all over her wet face. Her lovely mouth was open and she drew breath in heavy droves.
Mark smiled at us and stood with arms akimbo. My hand had succeeded in finding its way into Aisha’s panties by now and I felt her warmth against my fingers. The alluring Fulani lady turned to look at me hesitantly but I smiled at her.
“What are you doing?” Aisha asked, her voice trembling.
“I’m preparing you,” I whispered back.
I pushed her panties aside, feeling her cream seeping out of her damp pussy and poking a finger into her tight orifice. She gasped in shock and blinked her surprise at me.
“Please…” She gasped and leaned against me.
I didn’t know what got into me, but I grabbed her head and met her lips with mine. Aisha tasted so nice and she opened her mouth to accommodate my tongue, which roved around her oral cavity for a while before I pulled back. My finger gently fucked her cunthole, her wetness creamed my hand. She was really pouring in gallons.
I withdrew my hand and pushed her up.
“Go on!” I ordered. “He’s waiting for you.”
She rose up and I could feel her body quaking visibly. The coital display she witnessed had really affected her. Her usual cool demeanour seemed to have evaporated. She turned to look at me and I smiled my encouragement.
“I can’t!” She whispered.
I smiled at her.
“It remains among us. Go on, we won’t judge you! Promise!”
As she walked hesitantly toward Mark, who stood smiling and having his prick still pointed forward, I lifted the fingers I had stuck into Aisha’s cunt and sniffed at them. She smelled so sexy and inviting. I licked at my fingers and Belinda smiled at me.
“You’re a bad girl.” She whispered, leaning against me.
I giggled.
“Yes, but you’ve always known that.”
To my surprise, Belinda took hold of the same hand and drew the wet fingers into her mouth. I gasped and she licked at them greedily.
“And who’s the bad girl now?!” I replied, staring at how greedily she licked at my fingers.
She smiled at me.
“You’ve already corrupted me.”
I laughed.
“What a good teacher I am.”
Belinda looked into my eyes.
“I think I’d like to grow into the exact image of my teacher.”
I sniggered.
“And why will you want to be like me in any way?”
Belinda smiled, licking her lips sexily.
“Don’t you wonder why Mark has chosen you to be his lady?” She said.
“He’s just intoxicated by how much pussy I give him,” I explained.
She shook her head.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever set my eyes on. Everything about you speaks of raw sex. I wish I was a man. I would have fucked the daylight out of you.”
I laughed at her compliment, not knowing what to say. Turning to look at Aisha, I saw her in Mark’s grip and he was kissing her as if he was drawing life breath from her. She clutched to him and I could hear moaning from that distance.
He kissed her for what seemed to be an age, picking her up in his arms, he wrapped his strong arms around her and smooched her against himself. She had her arms around his neck and I was jealous how their lips locked so passionately.
“Mark owns his woman,” Belinda whispered. “Do you think any of us will be able to wriggle out of his grip after this?”
I turned to look at my friend and smiled.
“I don’t know. But I know we are going to get the fucking of our lives tonight.”
Belinda smiled and nodded her agreement.
After a while, we both watched as Mark set Aisha down and made her kneel before him. He offered his cream-coated prick to her and she took it like a tender gift, her eyes were transfixed on the still pulsating prick.
My Fulani friend was a very beautiful woman, there was no denying that. There was an allure about her that she exuded and which we all respected. She was the ice maiden among us and the most educated. She carried herself with a certain royal aura and we all accepted her as the unofficial leader of the group.
She was the only person among my friends I had not seen naked, she covered herself at all times and I attributed this to her religious and cultural background. But at this moment in time, everything that we seemed to know about her seemed to have vanished. She was simply just a woman who was ready to be fucked!
Aisha turned to give us a glance for a moment, holding the erection in her palms. It was as if she was seeking our approval and we both smiled at her, to encourage her.
Aisha opened her gorgeous mouth and took the huge appendage into her oral orifice. Her lips locked around the cock and Mark gasped aloud in pleasure. The scene looked so ethereal and special. I never dreamt of witnessing my reserved friend taking a man’s prick in her mouth.
To our surprise, Aisha was no novice at it, she knew her job well and she first gave him a thorough cleaning job, licking off and swallowing the mess on his pulsating cane which seemed to grow an inch every moment.
I doubted if I had ever seen Mark so excited, not when he invited Belinda and me to his office or whenever he fucked me and the voluptuous Simama – a client of his and wife of one of the wealthiest men in the country – together. (That’s another tale for another time).
I felt Belinda’s hand between my thighs and I knew what she was looking for, my skirt was short and hardly covered my privates. I pretended not to understand what she wanted, her other hand caressed my shoulder, and I could hear her ragged breathing.
I watched as Aisha sucked and licked at Mark’s throbbing phallus expertly and gently, occasionally stopping to admire the masterpiece in her hands. He had succeeded in drawing off her jacket but she was still in her dress, a long dark blue gown that reached her ankles.
As she sucked, he began to search for her zipper and he drew it down to expose her back. I could see the purple straps of her bra and her purple panties, stuck within the huge halves of her glorious-looking buttocks. I didn’t know she was so endowed. Her big clothes never allowed me to know she had such a bulging backside.
I felt Belinda push rather harshly between my thighs and force her way to my panties which were so wet by now. I obeyed and I felt her fingers at the gate of my vulva, she gently stroked my panties and I gasped in pleasure.
“Let me get you prepared too.” She whispered in my ear.
I moaned. Belinda was planning on making me the next one in line for our virile guy. She was doing the same thing to me I had done to Aisha a few minutes ago.
Mark drew off the gown and Aisha stood in panties and bra. He drew her up and kissed her again with a passion that made the woman moan so loudly we could hear her guttural sounds. I watched as he grabbed her ass, squeezing the pair of succulent derriere delightfully. She melted into his arms and they were lost in the passionate kiss for a long time.
Belinda had found my cunt-hole by now and her fingers were doing things to me I was really enjoying. She was trying to kiss me but I was pretending to avoid her, as she buried her face into my neck. She moaned and mumbled some jargon I couldn’t fathom out before she bit me playfully but passionately.
I moaned back and my eyes went down to Frieda on the floor who seemed to have slept off. Her breathing was even and deep, with her glorious ivory skin openly displayed for all to see. Her pussy was still seeping with Mark’s cum, and I felt like crawling over to her and inspecting it closely. The labia were so reddish and puffy, a clear testament to a well-pummeled cunt.
But I had my hands full, Belinda was not giving me any respite. She forced my head toward her and kissed me fully on the lips. I gasped into her mouth and she mumbled another meaningless jargon into mine. We locked lips for a while and she rummaged through my oral cavity, with her sweet tongue before pulling back.
“I’ve always wanted to do that.” She whispered and gave me a sexy look.
I gasped as she found my clit and played with it expertly.
“What stopped you?” I asked, with half-closed eyes.
“You intimidate me.” She confessed.
I chuckled.
“Why?”
Belinda kissed me again and shrugged.
“Maybe because you’ve always been my role model.”
I laughed.
“Oh my goodness! I’ve made a mess of your life.”
She laughed with me.
“I like the way you give yourself to sex and passion. I want to be able to do the same.”
I sighed.
“I wasn’t always like that.”
“What happened?”
“Let’s just say I met a mentor who changed me.”
She shrugged again.
“I guess I haven’t been too wrong then in my choice of a mentor too.”
I moaned as she continued to play with me, her fingers were already slimy with my cream and I could hear the faint sounds of my pussy opening being toyed with.
“I’m celebrating my birthday on Friday. You know that.”
I nodded. We have been planning a great party for her.
“I’d like to celebrate specially.” She confessed.
“And how will you want to do that?” I asked.
“I want to give Big D a special treat.” She revealed.
I gasped, my eyes wide with surprise.
“Are you serious?”
She smiled and nodded shyly, biting her lower lip.
“Yes. I think I am going to give him what he wants. And you’re going to be there with me.” I smiled.
Big D was one of Belinda’s clients. The man was stinkingly rich. And tall, and good looking but he was already in his sixties. He had been after my friend for ages, buying things for her and even taking her on an all-expense paid trip to Dubai but Belinda had proven stubborn and refused to budge.
The poor man had mellowed down, especially after he lost his wife a few months back. He had gone into seclusion and no one could contact him, except for Belinda and a few close pals.
“Is this going to be a long-time thing with him or is it just want pity party thing?” I wondered aloud.
She giggled.
“We’ll see how it goes. But I’ve seen his baton a couple of times, I think if he knows how to use it, we might have a regular thing in our hands.” She confessed.
I gasped again, but it wasn’t for her fingers doing wonders underneath my panties, it was Mark. He had bent Aisha over, she was grabbing the arm of a settee, her ass in the air. He knelt behind her and pushed her panties aside, to ride on one half of her succulent butt. He buried his head within her ass and she squealed in delight.
Mark licked at her from behind and she undulated her derriere for him to gain deeper access. I heard the slurpy sounds as he lapped at her pussy and back hole. Aisha buried her face into the couch and Mark continued to drink from her holes. Her legs shook on a couple of occasions and she squealed whenever he touched sensitive spots.
Her first orgasm hit her like a rushing train. She quaked and shook, her entire body vibrating under the convulsive throes of her passion. She sighed and looked toward our direction, her face was ethereal and calm. Her light brown eyes stared at us and I realized that she was trying to gain equilibrium.
Mark rose up and stood behind her, he clutched his huge phallus and held her in place, as he started introducing his long and huge member between her thighs.
The beautiful Fulani lady raised her head in the air and gasped as the prick eased its way through her hole. He pulled off her bra, but her panties were still in place, cleanly pushed aside and resting on the left half of her extravagant buttock.
Her breasts were so well rounded and huge, without the slightest sag to them. They were so perfect and he grabbed at them as he pushed his way deeply within her inner recesses and he undulated his hips as if doing a sexy dance, trying to find his way deeper into her dark regions.
The wet sounds that emitted from his incursions sent shivers through me. Belinda moaned deeply as we both watched our friend taking her own turn getting fucked. Mark began to quietly dig into Aisha’s generously offered pussy from behind, and I smiled at the intense concentration on his face. I knew that look any day, I had been under that same scrutiny a number of times, I understood what was coming!
I watched as he pushed her to kneel on the couch, offering her buttocks to him without reservations. Aisha had a neat backside; smooth and huge. He mounted her from behind and I watched as he began to gently fuck the Fulani lady with his mammoth prick. She whined and wimped, looking up into his eyes as he took control of her.
I knew Aisha was sexy, she always looked so chic and cute and desirable, but I didn’t know she was this good. Mark rested his hunches on her backside and was trying to go deeper into her, but it was obvious she hadn’t taken anything as big as him before.
Belinda continued to finger my wet orifice, her other hand lifted my clothes and she found my nipples. I was gasping in her hands, staring at the couple fucking just a couple of feet away.
She leaned over and kissed me again, this time, so deep and passionate I was trembling. Her fingers were fucking me deeply now and I was moaning audibly.
“I want you to teach me everything you know,” Belinda whispered.
I gasped at the passion in her voice and trembled. I had never heard her speak like that before.
“Bel, you’re good on your own.” I trembled and heard her fingers emit wet sounds between my thighs.
She chuckled.
“No. I’ve seen how you wrap men around your fingers. How you make them drink in from your palms.” She whispered back. “I want to be able to do that too.”
I moaned again before glancing at Mark; he was ruthlessly digging into Aisha, deeper than he had been doing before this time. Her smooth ass was still in the air, clutched in his strong grips and the other lady had her face buried in the couch. Her moaning was sounding on the couch.
He spread her legs wide, placing her feet on the couch, making her crouch, her bum and pussy offered to him like a sacrificial animal on the altar, she was totally exposed to him and there was no hindrance to his incursions now.
I saw the leering look in his eyes when he had gotten himself a new fuck-doll and I knew right there and then that Aisha was in his cross-eyes, she was trapped, and there was no way out for her. Mark liked her, he would get her to be his constant companion.
Aisha moaned and I heard a couple of farting sounds, her cunt was being invaded like never before, she was being impaled beyond any region any man had ever gone before.
Mark would ravage her like a predator would take its prey. He would plough deep into her as if searching for lost precious stones within the deepest caverns of her private quarters.
I had seen him do it to me on several occasions, he would calmly pierce through my swollen pussy, keeping his inflamed prick within my pulsing genitalia, as if resting but I knew he wasn’t, he was using his phallus like an instrument, to search for the deepest sectors of my cave.
It was his way of bonding with his woman. It was if by doing this, his prick was delivering secret messages deep within the woman. Somehow, after he had finished with his lovers, they were hooked on him like an addict to drugs.
I watched as he drilled himself gently but firmly into the lovely backside of my friend, he gripped her panties and tore them off her like a piece of paper, before smacking her backside a couple of times.
Aisha squealed in delight and I watched as she raised her face in the air and gasped for air. Her beautiful face was wracked with pleasure and I saw her eyes dilated and flicked in passion, her body wracking under the throes of the passionate incursions of the invader behind her.
Frieda sighed on the floor and watched the scene with tired eyes. I smiled at her and she winked at me. Her glorious ivory body was bared in the open. Belinda was still playing with me and I gasped as she focused on my clit now, refusing to let me be.
I gasped again from the touch of my friend who began to kiss me again. I moaned into her mouth and I began to tremble from the pleasure of her caresses. Belinda bit my lower lip hard and I squealed.
“Look at me.” She ordered and I blinked into her eyes. “Promise to teach me!”
“Bel, please!” I pleaded. “Ok. I promise.”
She smiled at me.
“Good.”
I blinked again.
She kissed me ferociously again, drawing breath from me sharply. I gasped into her sweet mouth and I enjoyed her kiss, my hand instinctively reached out to play with her hair and she fucked her fingers deeper into me, the squelching sounds reaching my ears.
I moaned my pleasure into her mouth and suddenly broke free. The orgasm hit me like a bullet and I screamed. My body shook and she laughed her triumph, still playing with my clit and heaving breasts.
“Bel. Damn! Oh my God! Oh my goodness!.” I tried to catch myself but her fingers inside of me were not helping.
She smiled at me as I convulsed, gasping for air. I drew her in for a deep kiss and she moaned into my mouth, enjoying my tongue and lips. After a few minutes, I laid my head against her breasts and sighed, she drew out her fingers and licked at them greedily, smiling.
“You’re a bad girl,” I whispered.
She giggled.
“I have a good mentor.”
I smiled tiredly.
“I’m in awe of you.” She whispered into my ears.
I looked up into her eyes and smiled again.
“Thank you.”
Frieda stood beside us before I even realized she was there.
“And what are you two lovebirds up to?” She asked, standing in her glorious body.
I smiled at her. We all heard Aisha’s scream and turned to look at her. Mark was standing on the couch and crouched over her kneeling body, also on the same couch. His gigantic phallus stuck out of her bum, his bulbous ball sacs as big as a tennis ball danced in the air as he continued to drive himself inside her wet cunt, which had produced a huge amount of cream by now, the entire frame of his genitalia was coated obscenely with a whitish mixture of their friction.
She was experiencing another orgasm and it was so earth-shaking. Her entire body quaked and I saw a jet of cream burst out of her tightly spread vulva. He pressed down into her, her pussy farted again a couple of times and she convulsed heavily.
“That is one crazy orgasm,” Frieda commented, shaking her head.
“Says the woman who was just fucked to exhaustion,” Belinda said, smiling.
The blonde French lady smiled.
“Come on. I have unfinished business with you.” I said and pushed her to sit on a couch.
She was surprised and allowed me to push her to lie on the long seat. I made her lie back and raised her legs in the air, spreading her pussy, to see the lips so puffy and battered. I stroked the labia gently in fascination and watched as a trickle of cum seeped out gently.
Belinda was kneeling beside me, watching what I was doing. I slipped a finger into the exposed cunt and played around a bit, Frieda moaned as I rummaged my fingers in her for a while.
“You were given a good fuck; weren’t you?” I asked.
She moaned.
I pushed my fingers deeper inside and moved them in and out fast. She squealed and I moved my mouth toward her sweet-smelling pussy to taste the cum that seeped out. I licked at it and found her opening, sucking everything into my mouth.
Belinda moved behind me and drew down my skirt, finding it difficult to move it over my bulbous bum. I knew I was the most endowed woman among them and I was proud of my body. I felt Belinda’s face in the crack of my butt and I moaned at the hot breath.
I licked at Frieda’s swollen lips greedily, enjoying the liquid that flowed out of her and she rummaged through my hair with her hands, calling my name gently.
Belinda ate me from behind, pushing my panties to a side as she licked at my cunt hole that was spitting out my pent-up cream. I looked back and saw that she was crouching behind me and smiled.
When I was satisfied I had cleaned the lovely pussy out, I looked up and met Mark’s smile. He stepped down from the couch, and his heavy prick stood straight ahead, coated with Aisha’s cum. The Fulani lady was lying on the couch, shaking and gasping for air. Her backside was raised in the air, and a steady stream of her cream flowed out of her, tracing a lazy pattern along the insides of her voluptuous thighs.
Mark didn’t give her any breathing space. He turned Aisha over on her back and raised her legs, aiming his hose at her dripping hole. I saw her jerk and moan as he slid in smoothly before he turned to me and jerked his head. I understood what he wanted and tried to rise up but Belinda would not allow me.
She was chewing into my cunt seriously and I was not disappointing her too, leaking out gallons of cream for her to swallow. I drew her up and met her lips for a deep kiss before I smiled.
“I need to get Mark something,” I whispered.
She looked into my eyes and nodded.
I rose up without my skirt, my panties handing on one of my swaying butts and I hurried into his bedroom, where I stepped up to his wardrobe and dragged out a thick foamy mat and a couple of thick pillows.
I returned with them to see Mark steadily pumping his throbbing stick into the spread-out, cleanly shaved meat offered to him without inhibition. I stepped beside the couch and laid the mat beside it. The proximity gave me ample opportunity to see Mark’s pulsating rod drill itself into Aisha’s battered cunt hole. I loved the sight and I stood watching, mesmerized at the glorious sight.
The sight of an erect male member sliding into a female organ had always been my greatest weakness. Aisha looked up into my eyes where she was pinned under the strong frame of her lover and I smiled at her.
She shook her head at me and mouthed something inaudible, I saw her lips quiver as she whined in pleasure. Mark picked her up and laid her on the mat, hardly pulling out of her. I knew how strong and agile he was, I wasn’t surprised.
He smiled at me and drew me in for a kiss. I moaned into his mouth and he smacked my backside a couple of times.
“You’re next!” He whispered. “I need to clear my head.”
I shivered, understanding what he was saying. He had spoken to me about his past and how he had been schooled in the arts of sex by his aunt and her friends. How he was trained to keep his own pleasure to himself and satisfy his woman always.
But he was also human and he wanted a free-flow fuck, without the whole rules and selflessness. He occasionally just wanted to fuck his woman carefree and he confessed he saw that woman in me.
I nodded my understanding and he smacked my ass again.
“Come on. Let’s have your friend together. You know how I like it.” He whispered and I giggled, nodding.
Aisha was lying beneath us and she was looking up with half-closed eyes, her glorious body was a beauty to behold. Her breasts were so perfect and her clean shaved cunt was covered with whitish cream – a testament to his merciless pummeling.
I climbed over her, adjusting myself to position my ass over her head, as I faced her midriff. Mark knelt before her open thighs and leaned over to tongue her clit. Her cunt emitted a hot pungent odour that sent vibes of passion to my head. Aisha jerked in pleasure and I took her hands in mine as I descended with my heavy butts onto her face.
I heard her gasp, understanding hitting her at the last minute.
“Lin. What are you doing?” I heard her voice underneath me.
I wriggled my open cunt over her mouth and bent to meet Mark at her loins, my tongue found the top of her clit and I began to trace wet patterns around it. She moaned as her pussy hole was furiously licked by my male co-conspirator.
We did our usual tag team on her. Mark and I made a good team, we had done this a number of times, with quite a few women. I knew he had no other lady who understood him like I did and for this, he always sought for my company.
I think the only other partner that Mark had that could rival me was a male partner who joined him in his escapades sometimes; a tall, young man known as Daka they had tag-teamed me on countless occasions and I realized that Daka was an anal freak, he would fuck my ass over and over until I was sore. The only woman who could match him for stamina was Sonia and Vera – a young police officer who frequented the clinic to treat a fractured leg.
I felt Aisha’s tongue on my clit briefly at first, and I jerked in pleasure. The next one was slower and more insistent. I moaned into her pussy, as I felt Mark rise up and drew me up for a deep kiss before he stroked his mammoth prick proudly.
Aisha was licking at my pussy now crazily and I was oozing cream rather profusely, my entire body was shaking from the pleasure. Mark’s kiss was harsh and ruthless, he bit my lower lip on a couple of occasions I understood what he wanted. We looked each other in the eyes and I smiled.
He drew closer to the clean shaved cunt hole before him, which we had both licked clean and aimed his house at the gate. I crouched low to see the glorious entrance and gasped in the inexplicable pleasure that flooded my entire frame as I the cap of the baton pushed aside her folds and nudged its way in.
I watched as the invading rod speared her labia apart. The grotesque size of the entire stem bulldozed its way in, making her pussy puff and then spread apart, as trickles of cream smeared the puffy lips of her genitalia.
Aisha moaned into my pussy and bit one of my labia lips. I winced and bit on my lower lip to stop myself from screaming the guttural, animalistic cry that threatened to escape from within my inner self.
Mark began to fuck his rigid prick into Aisha’s cunt, which was barely able to contain the girth of the invader. I was mesmerized at the beautiful sight right under my nose as he gyrated his hips with relish, digging deep into her orifice, which farted when he drew back and rammed in deeper than usual.
The gorgeous Fulani lady under me moaned her pleasure into my dripping hole, the heat of her breathing and her tongue continued to send unbearable pleasure throughout my body. My hands, clutching her sumptuous thighs – keeping her in place for Mark’s incursions – were shaking almost uncontrollably.
I sensed another climax approaching and my lips trembled. Aisha seemed to be aware of my approaching orgasm. She was clutching my buttocks, separating each bulbous half in each palm, as she kept my panties out of the way and continued to feast on my clean-shaven punani.
Belinda seemed to anticipate her entrance. She stepped between the small space that separated Mark and me, she had discarded her panties and she placed her thick hairy pussy against my face, forcing my mouth to find her clit.
I convulsed the moment I inhaled her musky, pungent pubis and I buried my teeth into her vulva. I saw her reach out with her other hand to pull Mark’s face into her butt. I screamed into Belinda’s cunt and I heard another scream from somewhere far away, but it was actually Aisha; she had another climax alongside mine and I felt her bit into my cunt as I showered her with a jet of release.
I heard Mark’s guttural sounds as he chewed between Belinda’s fat buttocks. He was already spouting another round of male seeds into the woman under me. Aisha moaned and quaked with earth-shaking tremors.
I rolled off her body and fell to the floor beside my friend who was receiving Mark’s virile release and immediately fell asleep.
Written by Big Mak
If you’re interested in the Oniranu Weekend Brunch, please fill in your location below
Canada – Fill Canadian Form
United Kingdom – Fill UK Form
United States – Fill U.S Form
Buy Oniranu Books on Selar.co from anywhere in the world
This post has already been read 2587 times!
