The Cherry Popper

By Temitayo Otun

Last Born a sex god whose specialty is deflowering girls makes an acquaintance with Sisi Oge an elegant beauty pageant winner on Campus. Sisi Oge is out of Last Born's league on campus. She is richer and also a final year student while Last Born is just a fresh man on campus. Sisi Oge happens to be a virgin torn between a horrible relationship and taking the decision either to keep her virginity or give the cherry popper the opportunity to pop her cherry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Temitayo Otun
• Release date: Oct 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005273637

Temitayo Otun

I am Nigerian author, poet and screenwriter who grew up in Lagos. I draw inspiration from my day dreams and the bustling life of Lagos as well as events around me. I write fiction, romance, children stories, teen and erotica. I love to cook and make food Art in my spare time. I am the author of The Pregnant Corper, I live and work in Dubai.

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The Cherry Popper

The Cherry Popper Copyright 2015

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This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, some places and incidents are all imaginary and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments and companies, or events are entirely accidental.

All rights reserved. This book was self-published by the author Temitayo A. Otun no part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without prior agreement or written permission from the author.

Published in the Federal Republic of Nigeria

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CHAPTER ONE

Last Born

Olabisi Onabanjo University popularly called OSU or OOU changed me, It reduced the rate at which I make use of my gargantuan phallus even at its flaccid state but don’t even imagine its seize when it’s hard because it becomes dinosaurian such that even mothers of three or four get excited looking at the bulging frame from my pant trousers. Yes! You heard me right, mothers! I lay with anything under skirts. I’d become a legend before leaving Lagos for Ago-Iwoye with the intention of painting the town red with my power rod but sadly I couldn’t because registration process under the main Campus popularly called PS or Permanent Stress as opposed the original name Permanent Site is enough to run a man mad but thank God I didn’t run mad, before the commencement of lecture I already hated the school, registration process was cumbersome but when it was finally over I began to find something interesting about the institution.

On that Monday morning I resumed my own class at the motion ground in PS and went straight to join the kegites who were gyrating and drinking palm wine which is available in abundance, then this lanky guy bumbled in, he stank of cheap liquor and cigarettes.

‘How far na my guy!’

He approached me with a stretched arm. I took his hand and shook him then answered simply by saying ‘I dey’

‘I can see you are flexing alone this early morning, na you dey enjoy o’

I laughed and replied him ‘which enjoyment dey inside palm wine na’ 

‘Hah, enjoyment plenty o, oya make dem give me something make I drink for your head na’ I liked the guy’s courage and humility. It was obvious that he is not a fresher like me and he knew that I am a fresher yet he decided to hang out with me so I called out to Eya the palm wine tapper. I would have ignored him but I had so much cash on me and what I needed at that point in time is a mate to drink with me. I ordered for two gourds because my cup was almost empty so we started drinking.

‘My guy thank you jare, I really need this drink, my girlfriend just leave me because of one stupid yahoo boy like that, so the thing dey vex me gan’

‘Eh yah, sorry’ I tried to console him.

‘Which kind sorry you dey tell me, shey my mama die ni? I dey go OGD hall go look for fresh fish there jare’

With the way he addressed me, I assumed he didn’t know I am also a fresher, perhaps I was wrong to think he knew. So as we drank on I contemplated whether to tell him or not, he made my thought easier because he is a chatter box so he talked on and on while I brooded over my decision. Although it sounded like it’s no big deal but to someone like me who has familiarised himself with sophomores and juniors I knew making your status