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Titi’s Erotic Notes: Sex Party (18+)

Titilayo Olurin

The building loomed large in the distance. It was exactly as Gbemi had described it; tall and invading with whitewashed walls, small windows that had rays of bright disco lights dancing on them and a red-tiled ornate roof that you could spot from a mile away. Modern twin doors and white marble short steps leading up to them welcomed us as we approached. Despite its expansiveness, you could tell that it was one of those old houses at Ikeja GRA.

“Madam!” A bouncer almost as tall as the massive doors ahead held out a dark object before me. I stopped in my tracks, frightened. It wasn’t until he raised the object above my head and swiped it down to my waist that I realised what it was - a metal detector!

Jumping at the sudden squeaky noise of the metal detector as it picked out something metal in my bag, I screamed, “It’s my car keys!”

“Oya! Show me. Open your bag!” the guard screamed back. He half snatched my small bag from my hand, letting some of its content spill on to the floor, before shoving it back to me.

Oga, take am easy abeg!” I said, now irritated by this man; this man with the hard-threatening glare. He wasn’t ugly, he wasn’t fine either - mean, maybe, but neither. His dark skin against even darker clothes blended into the night. Still, I could make out the deep, long disfiguring scar that ran across his left cheek. For some reason I could not explain, I wanted to reach out and touch it with my hands, assuring him as I did so that it was fine, the scar was fine, he was going to be fine and all his gra-gra couldn’t fool me. But I did nothing of the sort and picked my things off the floor then stepped aside to allow him search Ireti.

Ah, Ireti! I had forgotten about her for a moment. She was quiet, too quiet. I wondered what was going through her mind. Was she regretting her decision to come with me? If our friend, Gbemi, didn’t have to make that trip to Abuja, she might have been better company.

I reached for her hand and held it as we stepped inside. Inside was a small dimly lit lobby filled with cigarette smoke. It was devoid of any kind of furniture and there were four naked bodies standing right in the middle, having a conversation and going on like we weren’t even there.

The only man among them stood with his back to the wall, his right hand stroking his long, thick shaft and his left hand holding a lit cigarette stick to his lips. The other three were women who formed a semi-circle round him. One was slender with small, perfectly rounded pert boobies, fine erect nipples, slim waist and nice tight butt which she wiggled at us. The second was tall with tits the shape and size of almond fruits and nipples pointing outward. The third was thick, with big, full tits, dark, strangely big areolas and rotund buttocks. She had a rather wide midriff, and just below it was a mound of dark hair covering her p*ssy. She smiled when she saw us, licked her lips seductively, and grabbed one of Ireti’s boobs as we passed by her.

“Oh!” Ireti gasped, her hand tightening around mine, then let out a nervous giggle.

“Ready?” I asked, just before we approached the notorious “dance floor” Gbemi had warned us about. It was a dance floor alright, but not the kind you would expect to see. Bright disco lights, the same ones we had caught making patterns on the windowpanes outside, shone on bodies in different stages of undress. Sex hung thickly in the air, with a mixture of stale sweat, body fluids and perfume.

I was beginning to feel over dressed in my tank top and bum shorts, as I watched the activities around me. A naked woman was sitting on one of the chairs just in front of us with her thighs spread open and a man’s head buried deep in it. She held the edges of her seat with both hands and threw her head back, with her boobs bouncing as her body jerked. Her screams were drowned by the loud music blaring from the speakers, as were other sounds that filled the hall. There was a second couple beside them, with reversed roles. The man sat on the chair while a woman’s head bobbed back and forth on his crotch, sucking and slurping his c*ck.

Another woman was bent over a table, her halterneck dress was pulled up to her waist, exposing her naked butt. A man, short, thick, and sweaty, was driving his d*ck inside her from behind. His hands groped and fondled her thick, fleshy boobies which had spilled from the brief dress and were now hanging over the table. One woman stood with her back to us and her breasts pressed on to the wall. Someone kneeling at her feet was shoving a thick dildo inside her, and as we approached, I saw the woman go into uncontrollable spasms before liquid, like water, gushed out of her clit.

Ireti’s hand was tightening around mine again. I ignored it and stared on in amazement at the woman squirting.

“C’mon! Let’s go have some drinks,” I suggested, after I had had my fill of staring. “Maybe a drink or two would calm your nerves.”

It did. Four drinks or so later, my best friend was spread flat on her back, naked on the bar table with three men standing over her. One was poking around her fleshy lips glistening down below with his fingers, while the other two were sucking on each breast. Occasionally, the two would reach down to her wet clit. She responded by writhing, whimpering and moaning. She was enjoying herself; I could tell. So, I left her to go look for something to occupy myself with.

“Hello, I’m Dami!” A man suddenly appeared in my way, stretching out his hand to me.

“I’m Anne!” I said, taking his outstretched hand and staring into his cute eyes.

“My partner and I were wondering if you could join us,” he said.

“Sure. Of course,” I responded without hesitation and followed him to his partner. She was one of the women we had seen at the lobby earlier; the slim one with the pert tits.

Seated with her thighs spread, one ankle on each arm of the chair, she exposed her wet, glistening p*ssy to me. Without a word, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled me to her, and with the skill of an expert, she unbuttoned the shorts and slowly slipped my G-string down, letting her hands linger on my smooth legs. Then she began licking and sucking my now wet p*ssy. I threw my head back and began to pant, as she inserted a finger into my v*gina and continued licking my wetness up and down in long strokes.

In one swift move, Dami removed my tank top and grabbed my tits. He then squeezed and pinched my nipples while his partner ate my p*ssy, with her hands on my ass, kneading my cheeks.

“Ohhh ... ohhh!” I moaned, breathlessly, throwing my head back in ecstasy.

With his partner still beneath me, Dami entered me from behind, pushing further and deeper into my belly, letting me feel his thickness inside me, and filling me with his hard c*ck.

It was time, and as if he sensed it too, I felt his cum spurting into me just as my clit began to tremble and my legs began to shake. It was the best, most beautiful experience I had ever known. Yet, the night was only beginning.