Once upon a time and back in secondary school, there was a girl in my class whom I called my ‘Yori-Yori’. I was in JSS 3 back then and it was a time when all the boys had just learnt about puberty and its amazing results on the human body. We had all awaited with keen interest, such a development and closely monitored every single girl in that class of ours to see who the spirit of puberty would touch first. We paid undivided attention to the girls because according to our biology teacher, it was the females who felt the wind of puberty first; who felt that cool wind blow right across them to leave them looking and feeling like the ‘Naija’ version of transformers with new curves, lumps, hair and blood in peculiar places.
The teacher had asked us all our ages once and declared that either before the end of the term or at the beginning of the new term, we would all have attained puberty; the girls going first of course. That was his prediction. He also said we boys had to wait for a few more months after the girls had fully gone through that cycle to experience ours.
Now, thinking about it all over again, I really don’t know what our craze about puberty was all about at the time but I guess it was because it had something to do with bigger boobs, bush on the punana, and the accompanying awesome feeling of horniness. I mean, these were signs all the boys wanted to see; especially me who was still a young budding pervert at the time…lolz. I was already used to seeing animated bushfull vaginas on the pages of ‘Nackson’ magazine and I wanted to see what a real feminine bush looked like. (I know what you’re thinking now. Though I was a young pervert, I was still only hooked to Nackson. No Tickles, No Better Lover; No video PORN yet) Thank you!
So anyway, you can imagine our great disappointment when day after day till the last day of the term, we checked-out our female counterparts’ chests every morning in class but found no sign of improvement or development. We literally visited them; stood in front of their desks and stared at their chests while pretending to be talking to them to see if we could sight some sweet new lumps of mammary matter that we could beg to suck in exchange for a pack of cornflakes or a tin of Milo but ended up discovering nothing. It killed us inside and we began to doubt that biology teacher of ours. We thought maybe he predicted wrongly because he really didn’t know his onions. However, we were indeed the ones who eventually turned out to be wrong.
All the boys of JSS 3D went home disappointed from school for the holiday at the end of the term. We were all dejected because none of us could boast of any sweet tale to share with friends at home about sucking on some freshly-made puberty breasts. We felt our holiday would be boring and we really didn’t look forward to any holiday fun. We had hoped for some titty fun and we got none. It was like our dreams and aspirations had suddenly crashed and come to an end.
Things took an amazing turn however at the beginning of the new term……well not for all of us sha; I won’t lie. What happened was that our class finally got to witness the existence of puberty. YAY!!! The only sad thing about the whole thing was that it happened to ONLY one girl first, LONG BEFORE the other girls experienced such bodily change.
Now Amaka was not just the ugliest girl in the class but the ugliest girl in the whole of JSS 3. She was ugly as FUCK and she never put up an argument with anyone over it because she knew it herself. With a very black and pimples-dominated face, she had big ears, black thin lips and a pair of long spot-full legs PLUS she was far; VERY FAR from sexy. Such an ugly hoe I tell ya! Such an ugly piece of trash…..*straight face*
So you can therefore imagine the shock all the boys went through when, on the first day of school, we discovered Amaka had undergone some huge transformation and had fast blossomed into a woman. She was seriously packing on her chest mayne! Puberty succeeded in blessing that bitch first and it gave her a pair of HUGE, POINTY KNOCKERS. Oh yeah! I’m talking about BIG BOOBIES now!
The disheartening part however was that no other girl, NOT A SINGLE OTHER FEMALE CLASSMATE was equally visited by the spirit of puberty and all of us boys couldn’t fathom why. I mean, why would the spirit choose to upgrade only one girl out of 25???; and the ugliest of them all for that matter???? Mayne, that shit was a real puzzle to me but thinking about it again now, I guess it’s things like this that make life what it is; strange, complex and unfathomable.
In any case, this new development created some form of confusion in class. All the boys disliked Amaka greatly but they couldn’t help but stare hard at her full and swollen blouse each time they passed by her desk. They refused to change their attitude and talk to her while secretly admiring her titties but I understood their plight. That girl was ONE UGLY DAUGHTER OF A HOE MAYNE! I bet the boys also hated the rest of the girls for ‘carrying last’ because they also began to snub them. I mean, no one truly has the right to question God or mother nature but we were only young and stupidly naïve at the time, so who could blame us?
What made matters worse ehn?? Hmmn….Amaka started seeing her period o! You go fear fear naa! A class would just be in session and a boy or two would simply scream-out upon noticing trickles of blood coming from underneath Amaka’s chair and forming a pool on the floor. Such a panic usually made her feel ashamed, embarrassed and more withdrawn and her fellow girls didn’t help matters for they always sneered at her whenever such happened. I know why though….THEY WERE FUCKING JEALOUS that Amaka’s bumbum was leaking blood before theirs…..lolz.
Now, as for me, I was in a little dilemma. I detested Amaka’s face but I admired her new body; especially her rack of course. The sight of those jugs of milk firmly glued to her chest fascinated me and I couldn’t help but fantasise about wrapping one titty with my mouth and milking her like a cow. Funny thing is, each time I shared this fantasy with some of the boys, I always received a slap on the cheek, a knock on the head or a hard pull at my ear while hearing “E be like say you don dey mad abi??? You wan suck ugly geh bobbie? YOU DON CRAZE FINISH!” I always bore the pain and insults though and continued wishing upon Amaka’s breasts; hoping that one day I would get to suck them. That day did actually come and I can never EVER forget it till the day I die…..*perv wink*.
It so happened that one fateful day, my dear Amaka; during an English class, yelled out in pain. Holding her tummy and groaning like a baby, she tumbled out of her chair and unto the hard concrete floor. As she hit the ground with a light thud, confusion set in and the rest of us rose to our feet in hot panic. I and a girl sitting next to Amaka quickly rushed to her side to help her back on her feet and as we gently picked her up, I noticed a small pool of blood had already formed where she lay. I wasted no time in concluding that it was Amaka’s time of the month again and this time, she was having it real bad. I shook my head and pitied her…. “Oh the poor thang!” I thought to myself. I sympathised with the ugly but quite sexy bitch.
By now, Mr. Adetoyinbo, our English teacher had gotten himself into the matter as a super hero to save the situation and help our ugly but boobielicious damsel in distress. “This young lady needs help. Who will volunteer to assist and get her to the school clinic?” he asked but no one responded. The class suddenly became unusually silent and I heard faint grumbles from everyone around me. No one wanted to help an ugly classmate….*shaking my head*
“YOU!....Yes you!” teacher pointed at Ayobami, the tallest boy in the class who was already wearing a frown. “Please come here and kindly assist your classmate to the clinic.”
“Ah! Please sir, I can’t o! My hand is paining me……besides she is just too ugly for me to carry” he mumbled the last part which the teacher didn’t quite hear and that gave me a good chuckle.
“Ehen??? Your hand hurts abi? Which is why you can’t be your brother or in this case; sister’s keeper abi??? You really should be ashamed of yourself.”
And teacher went on showering insults on Ayobami; totally ignoring the fact that Amaka was still writhing in pain. I couldn’t stomach any further delay with all my classmates refusing to volunteer and help so I shocked everyone; well everyone except teacher anyway.
“Excuse me sir, I’ll help” I spat out as I rushed back to Amaka’s side.
“You? But are you sure you can carry her?? You seem too small for this job.”
“Don’t worry sir, I’ll manage” I said convincingly and proceeded to carry Amaka on my back like a little baby. It was when I had her resting firmly on me from behind that I understood teacher’s doubt and fear. Amaka was fucking heavy mayne! I was certain for sure that her big juicy boobs contributed so much to her weight on me and I wondered if I could truly cope and make it to the clinic without me needing some medical attention of my own. I took courage and braced up for the worst still. By the time I was heading out the door, I faintly heard teacher say “God bless you young lad. Such bravery and kindness indeed!”
It was a long, tedious, energy-sapping and sweat-exhausting journey to the clinic. I had to muster every single iota of strength in me to get both Amaka and I to the school clinic. I made it though and once at the entrance, two kind nurses relieved me of my burden and took Amaka from me. I guess she was placed on instant admission for a doctor quickly came out and dismissed me; thanking me and letting me know that she would be fine in no time. As I turned around to make my way out of the building, I felt a wet patch on my shirt sticking to my back and that caused quite an uncomfortable feeling. I pulled out the shirt from my trousers and fought to look at the spot whilst twisting my neck only to find that the wet patch was caused by Amaka’s blood……blood from HER VAGINA??? “CHAI!!!” I thought to myself. “Dis geh don stain me with her menses o!”
You bet that by the time I was back in class, all my classmates were waiting eagerly for me. I expected praises and pats on the back but what I got instead; especially from the boys were hard and heavy knocks on the head. “You this fool! Why did you carry that ugly thing on your back ehn? Couldn’t you have allowed teacher to do it himself when you saw that none of us was willing to help?? Now look, see your shirt now. It’s stained with an ugly girl’s blood. Blood from the ugliest girl in school’s vagina for that matter. I pray you get infected with her ugliness…OLODO!” they all said while jeering at me. I didn’t mind them as usual though. I proceeded to my desk and sat down quietly to review my recent actions. “Did I do the right thing? Was Amaka’s blood going to infect me with something?? Was I going to be the second outcast of the class due to Amaka’s ugliness and my infatuation with her breasts???” I became such a confused soul.
During lunch break, I decided to check up on Amaka and find out how she was doing. As I headed for the clinic, I hoped and prayed she had not leaked-out all the blood in her body through her pussy because that would only mean her boobies would no longer remain big and firm but saggy and squishy and that would be such a terrible development.
Anyway, upon reaching the clinic, one of the nurses who had taken her from me earlier recognised me and kindly led me to her room to see her. I found Amaka on a bed with her eyes closed. I assumed she was asleep and had no intention of waking her. But instead of leaving, I decided to kill some time by staring at her swollen chest. I imagined just what it would be like to actually take those big, twin mounds of milk chambers in my mouth and suck them. I was sure the feeling; unlike her face would be beautiful and my face lit up with a smile.
Amaka coughed just then and opened her eyes. She looked up at me just then and I felt like her eyeballs bore deep holes into my face.
“You’re awake” I quickly began with some uneasiness. “How are you feeling?”
Amaka smiled at me before responding. “I am much better now. Thanks for all your help.” Then she shook me with her next few words…”You may see them if you want to!”
“Huh?? See what?” I asked in beffudlement.
“My breasts of course! I know you want to see them ‘cos you’ve been staring at them since you got here.”
“SHIT!” I said to myself. I was officially busted! “You weren’t really asleep when I walked in right?”
“Nah! I was asleep until I heard my nurse usher you into the room. You’ve been kind to me and I wish to return the kindness. Do you wish to see them or not???”
I felt like this was the only chance I had to see the breasts that I had long fantasised about and be the first boy in JSS 3 to actually see and possibly feel some real puberty boobs. I became fucking animated and my usual perv smile played itself on my face.
“Oh yes, please!” I responded.
Amaka retained her smile as she asked me to go and lock the door. By the time I returned to her side, all the buttons on her blouse had been loosened and her bra unfastened. The white lace breasts-protector hung loosely on her fleshy mountains and my jaw dropped in amazement. Mayne, Amaka’s breasts were big, fair, fresh and firm. They instantly reminded me of N200 Agege bread.
Amaka smiled some more. She knew I was excited about what I was seeing and she encouraged me in my journey to pleasurable ecstasy.
“Go ahead then….Feel ‘em!” she said to me with an alluring voice. I couldn’t believe my luck. Amaka was actually encouraging me to touch and press her bobbie??? CHOI!!! I felt like I was already floating on thin air. I felt on top of the world!
Gently slipping both hands underneath her bra, I made to touch, rub and caress Amaka’s breasts. They felt awesome to touch and I felt my little Mr. P vibrate like Nokia 3310. Amaka’s boobs were soft yet full….big yet delightful. I was really having a ball pressing and squeezing these young and fresh pair of breasts that I really couldn’t help but break into a very popular song by award winning duo, Bracket…………………………..
Na these breasts make people dey say…..I don lose my 6; my brain!
But they can’t stop me from squeezing you…..so I’m with you my lovu-lovu!
With you everything is wellu-wellu….your breasts dey make my heart do yori-yori
Nobody can stop me from sucking your boobs….I’m with you my yori-yori!
You bet that I got Amaka giggling uncontrollably as I sang to myself amid pressing, smooching and squeezing her fascinating breasts. Her giggling face somehow made me realise she wasn’t so ugly when she was in high spirits. I guess all she needed was just to smile and laugh more.
“Debola, you’re not serious o! Is it my boobs you’re calling yori-yori??”
“Ah! Yes nau! Don’t you know you’ve got an amazing rack? You get the other girls jealous all the time with this wonderful pair of milk jugs. I’ve always fantasised about sucking them.”
“Oh really?” she asked me with sincere curiosity.
“Why yes!...Honest!” and then I resumed singing………………………
Your breasts dey affect my brain
And if I suck am, I go go insane
Please leave am the way e dey…the way e dey….ooh my love!
I say your breasts dey affect my brain
If I no take time, I go go insane
Abeg allow me suck am today…suck am today…ooh my love!
I say na dis bobbie dey make people dey say….. I don lose my 6; my brain
But they can’t stop me from….&^%$%$£”&…..
Amaka didn’t let me finish. She placed a finger across my lips to hush me and said “Look, nurse will soon be back, I’m sure. If you really wanna suck on my breasts, now’s your chance!”
I was like “EWOOO! You’re right o!”
What do you figure I did next EHN???...........*perv grin*
Yours truly,
That Bloody Pervert
