“Is this your way of trying to get me to use my breasts on ya?” she said with a tinge of a Ghanaian accent.
I shrugged, “I’m just a guy telling stories…about boob-jobs…while you’re holding my cock.”
Nana let out a sharp laugh. “Okay, mister boob-jobs.’ I’m game. I want to learn how to do it.”
“There’s really nothing to it. You just use your hands to push your breasts together and sandwich the cock between them.”
“Like this?” She reached up and did exactly as instructed. The sight and sensation of my cock sandwiched between such perfect breasts was intoxicating. She moved up and down effortlessly, my cock already slippery from the interrupted blowjob. After a few minutes, I gave in to my impending orgasm and let my cum shoot up onto Nana’s neck and down into her cleavage. She smiled as I came, clearly proud of her first effort.
*
A couple of days later, while I was at Nana’s, my cellphone rang. It was Bisi. I showed Nana the caller ID before answering, which caused her to raise her eyebrows in interest. Bisi wanted to know if I wanted to “hang out” again over the weekend, noting in a mischievous tone that she had “fun” the last time we hung out. I was friendly but noncommittal, telling her I had to check on something first and would call her back.
When I hung up, I looked at Nana, wanting to gauge her reaction.
“You don’t think I’ll be mad, do you Lanre?”
“Not mad, no. But upset, maybe? You didn’t talk to me for three days the last time she came over. And I got the impression that you were giving me these…’ outlets’…at least in part…because you didn’t want me to need other…’ outlets.'”
“Look, Lanre, there were lots of things going through my head at the time. I was a little…caught off guard…by the whole episode. One night we were cuddling together and the next you were loudly fucking someone else, and I could hear all of it.
It was disorienting and got me all up in my head about sex my relationship with Kwesi and whether I made a mistake by coming here. But I’m in a much better place now. Honestly. A much calmer place. You should definitely ‘hang out’ with her. You deserve it.”
I looked at her sceptically, but she seemed sincere. “You’re sure you will be okay?”
“I’ll be fine, Lanre. I’m kind of looking forward to listening in again. I feel like I might learn something this time around.” She paused as if a thought had just crossed her mind.
“What?” I asked, “What were you thinking just now?”
“Oh, I’m being silly, but I wish for a moment that I could be a fly on the wall, rather than having a wall between us. I could learn so much from watching you two.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I would invite you to sit in the corner and watch, but I doubt Bisi would be cool with that.” But then I paused, a crazy thought suddenly occurring to me. “You know, there might be a way…”
“What do you mean? What way?”
“My sister was telling me about how she was babysitting last year and she realized that the family had set up a “ home cam,’…you know, a hidden camera to spy on the people watching their kids. I’m sure they sell those things down at the store.”
“Are you serious? You would record yourself and show me?”
“Well, I don’t know about recording. I don’t want to create a record of anything. But if we could set it up so that it’s just a live feed to your TV or computer, with no recording, I think I’ll be okay with that.”
“Oh my god, Lanre. That would be so amazing. I couldn’t ask for a better learning opportunity.”
So we set about making it happen. I called Bisi back and invited her over on Saturday, and Nana and I went down to the tech shop the next afternoon and found a cam that suited our purposes. It looked, outwardly, like a simple digital alarm clock.
I placed it on my dresser, which was directly in front of my double bed. We then set it up, and sure enough, from Nana’s laptop, she was able to see a live feed from my apartment, showing my entire bed.
As Saturday approached, though it had been my idea, I began to have second thoughts. First, it felt a little icky when it finally dawned on me that this would involve filming someone surreptitiously.
The fact that we weren’t recording anything made me feel a little better about it, but there was still a pang of guilt. But beyond that, the prospect of being watched, while exciting on one level, also made me a little nervous. What if it caused me to have some performance anxiety?
But Saturday rolled around quickly, and before I knew it, Bisi and I were at dinner. She was very flirtatious throughout dinner and made it abundantly clear that she wanted to go back to my apartment immediately afterwards
My nerves built up as we got closer to home, but I still remembered to text Nana to tell her we were on our way. Her response was just one character: “!”
My nerves peaked as I inserted my key in the door, but as soon as we were inside, Bisi was all over me and my lust overcame my nerves. She pushed me back onto my bed and stood over me, oblivious to the camera directly behind her.
She was wearing a low-cut, tight-fitting blouse and a full-length, floral-patterned skirt. Taking command of the situation, she reached down and began undoing my jeans, which she then pulled off entirely. My cock was already rock hard beneath my boxer briefs.
Having removed my jeans, she crawled back up toward me and pulled my boxers down enough to expose my cock. A moment later, it was in her mouth. As she proceeded to expertly suck my cock, with the assistance of her left hand, I couldn’t help but think of Nana and that her skills were now close to on par with Bisi’s.
After a few minutes, I decided to take some initiative. I sat up and gently rolled Bisi onto her back. Then I went down to the foot of the bed and began pushing up Bisi’s long cotton skirt. When I got it all the way up, I realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I immediately plunged forward with my tongue, finding the right spot and gently circling it. After a few minutes of this, Bisi had become quite vocal and had her hands on my head, pressing my face up against her pussy.
At that point, I took my hand and gently inserted first one finger and then a second inside her. Slowly, I began moving my fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, rubbing the front wall of her vagina, hoping to stimulate her g-spot.
It worked. After a few minutes of this, her vocalizations and breathing began accelerating rapidly and then she had one of the loudest, most powerful orgasms I had ever been responsible for, one that left her literally shaking and spasming on the bed for some time thereafter.
“Good god, Lanre, that was incredible,” she finally said, her voice still shaky, “I don’t know what you did there but I’ve never come that hard before.” She let out a deep breath and then looked down at me, noticing my still-solid erection. “Okay, Lanre, it’s your turn. You’ve earned it.”
With that, she rolled over and reached under my bed, remembering where I hid the box of condoms. Expertly, she ripped open one of them and then leaned over me, sliding it down over my cock in a matter of seconds.
The condom firmly in place, she rolled over on top of me, lifting her skirt as she straddled me, then slowly guiding my cock inside of her dripping wetness. Sitting fully upright, she began moving her hips slowly and rhythmically. It felt phenomenal.
At one point, though, it occurred to me that, with her skirt draped down over us, there was no way that Nana could see any actual penetration or get a good appreciation for the way Bisi was moving her hips. So I reached down and pull her skirt up over her back, exposing her entire ass to the camera and giving Nana as clear a view as possible.
Shortly thereafter, Bisi reached down and lifted off her blouse, tossing it aside. Underneath, she was wearing a red bra, which she promptly removed, leaving her naked but for the skirt. Her breasts finally free, I sat up and immediately took one of them into my mouth, sucking on her nipple until it was erect. She moaned and put her arms around my neck, pulling me into her.
We stayed in that position for a while, slowly building our pace. Bisi began to moan again, clearly well on her way toward another orgasm. Then she decided to change things up. She stopped moving and then stood up, letting my cock slip out of her.
She climbed off the bed and let her skirt fall to the ground so that she was standing in front of me stark naked, her lithe, slender body a spectacle to behold. After giving me a few moments to soak in the view, she returned to the bed and immediately laid down on her back, spreading her legs wide.
With her right hand, she reached down between her legs and began touching herself. Her confidence and obvious comfort in her skin was enormously arousing.
