A skilled professional, Mr. Coconuts began dancing to the music, letting a huge inviting smile spread across his face. His muscles rippled, his hips made humping thrusts, and his gigantic dong bobbed and weaved its way through the air like a magic wand. Those gyrations broke the ‘spell’ and the eighteen-year-old women started screaming with nervous delight.
Whenever he danced near one of them, that young woman invariably moved back, avoiding contact with the fleshy club he was swinging. “Oh for heaven’s sake,” Aunt Tolani called out. “It won’t bite. Kike, this is your party, so you show them how it’s done.” As her aunt named her, Kike’s friends stepped away a pace or two, leaving her in an isolated space. “Touch it. Stroke it. Mr. Coconuts expects you want to play with it. In fact, he’d be disappointed if you don’t. Isn’t that right, Mr. Coconuts?”
His teeth gleamed as he raised his arms, dancing over to Kike, saying, “Riiiiiight! Come on girl. Don’t be afraid. Give it a tug. Tell your friends what it feels like.”
The tip of the cock was almost poking Kike’s belly, but she held her ground. She actually touched a boy’s cocks when dating, but never a monster like this! Her hand seemed to move of its own volition and took hold of the dark rod of flesh. Its shaft was almost ebony in color, and the swollen glans at its tip was a deep brown.
Her second hand joined its partner, resulting in a grip similar to what Kike used on her tennis racket. But this shaft had more girth and was warm and smooth.
Her friends watched, noting how Kike’s eyelids rose up high and her pupils dilated as she held that tubular hunk of man flesh, with her mouth forming an ‘O’ of awe. Mr. Coconut’s dance movements now made the shaft move forward and back in Kike’s hands as if she was pumping him. “Tiwa, come over here!” Kike exclaimed. “You’ve gotta feel this!”
Tiwa went to her, slowly and tentatively, but when she was close enough, Kike grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to the erection. Tiwa’s eyes and mouth soon duplicated Kike’s actions as she felt the cock in her hands. The ice was broken. Other friends moved closer. Other arms stretched out.
There was enough room along that massive shaft for about six of them to make contact at the same time! Meanwhile, hearing ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ in her mind, Kike reached beneath the cock and lifted one of Mr. Coconuts’ balls, gasping at the size and heft of it. No boy she ever fondled had anything close to this inside his scrotum.
Aunt Tolani was pleased to see Kike’s friends overcoming their fears and shyness, and the party was finally coming to life. Kike broke away from the pack to run over and give her aunt a great big hug and a kiss. “What a fantastic idea!” she said, looking her aunt in the eye.
“You’re so full of surprises, Auntie! Thank you! Thank you! My friends will never forget this birthday party!”
Smiling, her aunt picked up her cell phone. “I’m thrilled that you’re pleased, my dear. And I’m glad to see that none of your friends screamed and left. I’ll need your help in a moment, but first, let me fire off this text.” Her fingers darted on the keyboard.
As always, Kike was amazed at her aunt’s grasp of both technology and Nigerian idioms. People might think of her as old and/or eccentric, but she was neither. Well, OK. Maybe her music was sort of behind the times. But Kike strongly suspected that the party hats, noisemakers, disco music, etc. were really just a setup, to make the real party that much more of a surprise. She was glad that none of her friends had skipped out early.
Man, would they have been disappointed if they had done so?
Text sent, Aunt Tolani said, “Come help me fetch these,” and led Kike into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she began handing Kike several spray cans containing whipped cream, taking the rest in her own hands.
Kike’s eyes took on the startled look of a deer caught in headlights. “Are these for… You don’t mean that… Are we supposed to…” She stopped and gulped.
“Yes, yes, and yes,” Aunt Tolani answered, giggling. “It’s great fun. And if any of those young friends of yours are on diets, I think they can handle a little whipped cream, regardless.” They returned to the main room. Mr. Coconuts was still dancing as well as he could, with a press of young women against him from every side, and small, soft hands feeling every part of his anatomy that they could reach.
Kike and her aunt distributed the cans of whipped cream. Kike’s friends looked confused as they accepted the cold metal containers. Esther finally asked, “Are we serving the cake now? Is that what these are for?”
Aunt Tolani laughed, looking at their bewildered expressions. “I guess I’ll have to show you.” She stepped in front of the happily bobbing and weaving black man, as the young ladies parted to give her room. Shaking the can briskly, she sprayed a nice dollop of whipped cream right on the head of Mr. Coconut’s cock. Then, before the now owl-like expressions of the onlookers, she stretched her mouth wide and engulfed whipped cream and cock head in one slow, sensuous inhalation.
As Kike and her friends made sounds like ‘ooo’ and ‘aah’ with breathy exhalations of longing, they watched Aunt Tolani hold her head still while the dancer’s hip movements made his cock fuck her mouth. Finally, Aunt Tolani pressed her lips together tighter and backed them off the dick. The glans emerged, glistening with saliva, without a trace of whipped cream. Kike’s aunt grasped the cock head with her thumb and first two fingers, and sprayed a small stream of whipped cream along the top of its shaft.
Tilting her head, she pressed one corner of her mouth against the base of his glans, keeping her other mouth corner higher than the cream. As she slid her lips along the top of his dick shaft, inhaling through her mouth, the cream disappeared into her open maw as if like magic. For good measure, she finished by giving the entire cock a long lick.
“I couldn’t do that,” Aisha moaned. “Could I?” she whispered.
“You’ll never get a better chance, Aisha,” Kike giggled. “So we’re all to sample whipped cream off his dick?” Kike asked her aunt.
“My dears,” Aunt Tolani addressed the entire group. “Mr. Coconuts and his friends are well-paid professionals. You can certainly taste his cock, with or without whipped cream. But that’s not all. If you want him to lick your tits or your pussy, with or without whipped cream on them, just let him know. If you want him to fuck your tits, pussy, or even your ass, you have only to ask or indicate what you want. He’s here to serve you tonight, and give you pleasure.”
This statement caused an excited swell of chatter between various pockets of nervously giggling females. They were trying to process what they heard, repeating some of the phrases. One anonymous voice quavered disbelievingly, “Guys put their dicks into our ass holes?” She was answered with laughing affirmations that this was indeed the case, at least on such rare occasions when the female in question granted them permission. The consensus among the experienced ones was that for some reason, many men seemed to have a particular fascination with using that hole sexually.
When the room had quieted enough, as the women were making decisions about how to take advantage of this unique opportunity, Kike spoke. “Auntie, I think I heard you say something like ‘Mr. Coconuts and his friends’ during your explanation. What did you mean by that?”
“I’m glad you asked, Kike. When I saw that your friends were not disinclined to sexy play and took a quick headcount, I knew Mr. Coconuts, skilled as he is, couldn’t handle this many women in one night. That’s why I sent that text for reinforcements.” The doorbell rang just as she finished. “Talk about timing,” she chuckled. “I’ll be right back.”
Aisha was tentatively licking at a dab of whipped cream she placed on Mr. Coconut’s cock, as two friends encouraged her when Aunt Tolani re-entered the room. Three tall, handsome, completely naked men were with her. They were obviously ready to party since all their cocks were already stiff. “Let me make the introductions,” she called out, getting everyone’s attention.
“This is Hassan,” she said, moving to the Hausa man. Grasping his dick she added, “You can see he’s hung like a bull.” There were a few quiet gasps as they regarded that body part.
“And this is Kofi,” she stated, stepping close to a muscular Ghanaian man. Taking hold of his cock, she explained, “This has been known to give massive ejaculations.” A happy laugh circulated through the onlookers.
“Last, but not least, we have Mr. Okon here,” she said, standing next to a Calabar man that looked a lot like Jim Iyke. “That’s right, I did say Okon. Lifting his well-endowed manhood out of the way, she pointed at his clean-shaven, well-proportioned testicles. “He assures me that anyone that kisses these, will surely gain the gift of gossip, and become an expert at flattery, isn’t that so?” she asked him.
He flashed a devil-may-care grin and answered, “Ah sure, it’ll be grand,” in an accent that made several female knees tilt, including Kike’s, just hearing it. What is it about that accent that makes a woman want to fall onto her back, knees spreading apart accommodatingly?
Anyway, Aunt Tolani announced, “Since this is Kike’s birthday party, she gets the honor of kissing the Okon first. She has to do this the traditional way its done in Calabar, bending over backward, so I think we’ll need three assistants. Hmm… you, you, and you, please.” She pointed at Tiwa, Esther, and Oluchi. She rubbed her chin, as if in thought. “Kike, I think you better remove your blouse for this.”
Kike looked surprised, but grinned, and started undoing her blouse buttons.
There was a collective sound of ‘whooohooo’ of naughty joy from the other ladies. Once Kike shrugged her blouse off, she reached behind herself, unhooked her bra, and tossed it, stating, “I declare this to be a topless birthday party!” These women were used to seeing and playing with each other from their time at the boarding school, so this unleashed an even louder ‘whooohooo’ from the rest as they began following suit, removing their party tops, including Aunt Tolani.
Kike learned that her aunt had a gorgeous pair of breasts!
Addressing her, she asked, “What do I do?”
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