Protection? Last Thing! |
If you ask an arrow, it will tell
you that: once it is out, it only goes one-way! A grown ‘anaconda’ only has one
mission; to cool off in a wet cave… so, when Jessica turned her back to me, you
can be so sure I could do nothing but lock my bolt into her nut! So much
energy, she didn’t allowing me do all the hammering but was vigorously backing
her fine surface up on my 15-inch nail. I stopped moving and slapped her bumbum with both hands, she gave out the sweetest screamed and it was like I flipped
the Nitro switch; she started bumping hard like a rodeo bull.
We switched couple of positions
and she held my bumbum tight to keep me deep into her sweetness as I — once again —
unloaded the D-elivery! As sinful as it sounded, I couldn’t help but exclaimed,
“Sweet Jesus!” as a matter of fact, the last few hours had been so sinful, and
I didn’t mind adding that as the cherry to my ice-cream!
And yes, that was the epic
introduction to more out-of-this-world sexpisode with Jessica. I don’t think
there was a possible location or position we didn’t try out; even stole some "quickings" under covers some mornings I woke up in her room (yes, with her roommate
present). However, as crazy and fun as it was, I didn’t forget Nancy. No, I
didn’t.
I sent her over a hundred
thousand apologetic text messages, WhatsApp chats and BBM pings put together. I
went to meet her in her class but was always ignored, and even waited on her
normal walk routes to silently walk her home but Nancy wouldn’t budge. I had
Jessica giving me heavenly moments and even taking care of some of my other
needs, however, my mind just wanted to see Nancy beam her lovely smile at me
again.
And it was like that till the end
of last semester, throughout our break, till two weeks ago… I received my break
in a sms asking to meet Nancy at a nearby location. I asked Jerry, my friend,
to go with me. And as we moved towards the place, we saw Nancy talking and
laughing with some tall and huge guys.
“What is she doing with these
guys?” I asked.
Jerry replied, “These guys look like
some very dangerous people; hope she is not dating a cultist already.”
I shook my head in disbelief,
“she wouldn’t invite me here just to show her cultist boyfriend off … let me call
her, so she will know we are here,” I said.
As I was pressing my device,
Jerry said, “See, I’m out of here … I don’t need no one tracking my face or
something.” And he was gone. If I showed you Jerry as my friend, you would be
wrong about who I am. I watched him as he walked off while I kept the device to
my left ear till I heard the ring-back tone.
I looked at Nancy’s direction and
saw her picked her call. Told her my location and she begged me to come closer
because her brothers wanted to meet him, her boyfriend. Like seriously? These
huge and deadly looking fellas are Nancy’s brothers? And I am to meet them? And
wait; did she just say ‘her boyfriend’? Many more questions went through my
mind….
I can’t remember how it happened
but I went and met her brothers. Only thing I remember they said to me was
“take care of Nancy — she must not cry” and the beaming smile on Nancy’s face
throughout the rendezvous.
Nancy engulfed me as soon as her brothers went away. The feeling of her
‘jugs’ on my chest made my heart start a wild jungle beat. As unbelievably as
everything was, I still silently prayed that the day would be my lucky day.
Nancy released me from her hold, beamed me the smile I longed for and said the
most beautiful words in history: “let us go to your room.”
Shirt gone, belt loose, mouths
chewing, hands grabbing and rubbing… lost in the world of milk and honey, yes —
in my room. Still in her jean pants, Nancy straddled me on the bed and was
getting wilder at every other touch. I needed not rush, I was finally making
love to this angel and heavens must register it as epic.
For a half-second, my mind went
towards the door to confirm if I had it locked as I wouldn’t want any
intermission to the beautiful 3D movie I was acting. My mind instantly received
a picture showing my hands turning the keys, which meant I locked the door… or
so it seemed, as like something from a nightmare, my door moved.
Locked Door? No Time! |
“What the fhurk?!” she ejaculated,
“who the fhurk is this?!” and when she didn’t receive no reply, “Femi, are you
crazy? What’s going on here? Who the fhurk is this binch?” and she moved in for
proper sighting.
At the mention of binch, I had to
respond, “she is not a binch, and I will appreciate if don’t call her anymore
names please.”
“Oh! So, she’s not a binch?”
Jessica replied, “and I am the binch, right?” no reply, so she continued, “so,
this is what you wanna do; fhurk and dump me for some ‘wife material’ shit, eh?”
still no reply, “I hope she knows we fhurked everyday ever since that day she
walked in on us….”
Mikell: Yes, we all know. And as much as my readers would love to
continue reading, I will have to apologize as we all have to take a lunch break
right now. And you can surely drop it in the comment box if you know WHO WANTS FEMI DEAD!
…MikellzBluez
Continues…
#MBz18 © 2013
TF! The door again! Mehn, I love this story and the suspense is nice!
ReplyDeleteY must dis door always open. Mikellz always get carried away at d sight of sex scene smh. Nw u wil have a story to tell lol
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