The local town hall was our lecture venue. Our non-governmental Organisation, established and funded by a revered community leader had put together a series of free tutorials for indigenes and residents of the local community. It was an opportunity, according to our founder, to give back to the same community that had assisted him through his formative years and structured him into the sinews of socialisation.
The tutorial meetings were ahead of the annual UTME. The town hall was an imposing edifice with multiple rooms. Layered into upper and lower sections, the vast hall had an impressive array of smaller rooms, which formed labyrinthine contours across the length and breadth of the surrounding.
My government classes were strictly for government. As a young university undergraduate who was basically engaged in tutorial classes to make ends meet, I had no time for teacher-student predatory romps. I was particularly interested in the cognitive development of my students, with the ultimate aim of trailblazing success in the upcoming UTME. Hence, my classes were an equitable plurality of government lessons and moral snippets. So I thought, until one memorable instance, when Sophia and Sonia walked into my class and shattered my professional credos, into smithereens.
“Good morning students. Our topic for today would be Political Party Systems in Nigeria”.
With pedagogical skills of interaction and inductive questioning techniques, I taught my students. And they engaged me like brilliant learners.
“To conclude this class, can we have questions from three students……. “
“Good morning “, I was cut short by the sweet, sonorous, unified voices. I turned towards the direction of the voices. And there they were, two young, delectable ladies, excitingly etched in eructating sexual elan.
My job as U.T.M.E tutor meant I came across several ladies on daily basis. But none matched the beautiful pair walking across me. While I was astounded at the ravishing beauties that casually strolled into our class, I was more exasperated at the audacity of their petulance. There was a prescribed code of conduct inscribed on the class door: Late comers, please Stay back! Apparently they had seen this very vivid inscription. Yet, they called my bluff. My masterly instinct, for once, would have none of such impertinence.
“Hello there! Are you ladies aware you are walking into this class at an odd moment. That is highly disrespectful of you both and you should take your leave immediately, else I will walk out of here and that will surely mark the end of my classroom engagements with the class”, I thundered.
The class went berserk. Other students bucked at the unfolding spectacle. They were about to lose their best government tutor to the rudeness of two first timers. The cries of “apologize and walk out” rented the air. The two ladies walked out.
After class, I was barricaded by both. “Good morning sir, we are really sorry for the other time. It will not repeat itself”
It was there I had enough time to survey them closely. They introduced themselves as Sophia and Sonia, two best friends. They say birds of a feather flock together. Sophia and Sonia were opposite feathers of the same bird. Sophia was a tall, gangling damsel with a curvy figure of explosive size. Her boobs formed a potent protrusion on her chest. Her heaving chest was unmatched with slender buttocks and thick lips. What Sophia lacked in ass, Sonia provided in prodigious measure. Her ass formed two balls of gigantic size that protruded from her jeans like they were a separate entity. Unlike Sophia, she had moderate boobs and was dark tanned with thin lips.
After ceaseless apologies, I told them they were forgiven. They needed a proof I no longer brooked any tad of displeasure. They wanted to know if they could pay me a visit the following day. My modest apartment few metres away from the town hall has always been a mecca for students, irrespective of gender or creed. Why should it be different with these two?
The following day, at 7a.m, I heard persistent knocks on my door. I was still on bed. My who-is-there enquiry was met with a stillness and quietude that first unnerved and triggered my instincts. I had to know who calls this early. I jumped off my bed, still clad in just singlet and boxers. I opened the door. Sophia rushed in, shoving her mammoth mammaries into my still sleepy eyes. My eyeballs came alive. Sophia then pushed me towards the centre of the room, with her boobs still constricting my view. The the door jammed shut. My key clinked. Sonia moved across, then stood behind me,. She then pressed her body into my backside. Sophia was in front. Sonia was behind. There I was, stucked between two beauties, alternating between massive endowments.
In shock and searing excitement, I quipped, rather feebly ,“you are my students, we shouldn’t be doing this “
“This is our big apology over yesterday’s incident”, Sonia mentioned from behind, then nibbled at my ear.
Sophia drove her tongue into my slightly parted mouth. My reaction was somewhat hesitant. I was yet to have my early morning brush. Sophia apparently didn’t mind. Her persistent probing into my mouth showed. I responded. Our kissing intensified. She held me by the waist as our lips intertwined in ecstasy. Sonia, from behind, began to rub my neck, then probed down across my nipples and abs , before guiding her right hand straight into my boxers. My boner stood erect, hitting Sophia’s pussy in front.
I gasped softly. As the kissing intensified, Sonia took charge from behind, undressing me from top to bottom. In no time, I was naked, with my boner firm and erect.
“Wow Sonia, you have to see this”, Sophia screamed. Sonia came forward and took a peek. They marveled at my 9 inch monster cock. Sonia wanted to have the first taste. So they exchanged positions. She bent low, gulping my full cock into her throat. I squirmed in excitement. Sophia rubbed my full chest across my nipples while Sonia gagged my full length rod. Soon, Sophia joined the oral sex bazaar. She grabbed my scrotum and fiddled it along her fingers, before rolling it across her tongue. I was on edge. And I had to speak out.
With mischievous grins, they released me. But only a moment. Sonia then held on to my reading table, then pushed out her humongous ass. I understood the invitation. I penetrated her from behind and regaled her with royal strokes, with her ass swaying and clapping in swerving appreciation. While this went on, Sophia stood close and placed my hand on her giant boobs. My hand were mauling and exploring, paying closer attention to her nipples. Soon roles were exchanged. My penis was in between Sophia’s mammaries, as she gave me the quintessentisal titfuck. Sonia didn’t sit idle. She drove kisses into my waiting lips, supporting my ass with her nimble palms.
Minutes later it was over. The thrilling symmetry of our threesome was landmarked by an incredible avoidance of cum wastage. Sophia’s throat was the eventual collecting tube, swallowing my cum, without spilling a tad.
Sophia and Sonia, without a word then, ushered my spent body into the bathroom, brushed my teeth then gave me a cold bath interspersed with further oral sex and titfucks.
Before they took their leave, we exchanged contacts. And just few minutes after they exited my room. I received a text message,
“We hope our apology was accepted? We will be back”.