Must Read: Awkward Ways I Met Girls

7 years ago

Must Read: Awkward Ways I Met Girls

After an evening out with Vicky we headed back home.

In the cab, Vicky was chatting away in absolute free spirit. Gist of her childhood and how growing up in UK and Abuja as a last born was for her. I obliged the listening ear. Damn, I liked this girl!
The cab man pulled up in front of Ifeanyi’s house and we got out after paying him.
Up the stairs, we went.

Vicky was in front and I came behind her, as she she climbed each stair her gown showed every bit of her batty as they rolled up and down delicately.

I was beginning to sweat.

Signals juggled up at my downstream sector and energy began to rush into the transformer. My electric pole became rock hard with the electrifying sight I was viewing.
Naughty girl, it seemed like she was even whinning it for me intentionally.
Chei! This evening is going to be the bomb, I swear!
I was excited! Hmmm… Vicky!
My dear Vicky.
“Stag!”
“What?!”
“You weren’t listening”
“Who told you I wasn’t listening? I was listening naw”
“So why weren’t you responding?”
“Seriously, I was following the gist”
“Gist that has long ended? Okay what was the last thing I said?”
Busted.

I truly wasn’t following as my mind was on something else, I scratched my head for an answer
“Ermm…”
“You see? Your mind was not here. Where was your mind?” She asked
Hmmm vicky must be looking for my trouble this night o.
We entered.

On the table la!d a single key. Of course, I know where that opens. Thanks to Ifenayi, the badt guy. Lol.
And I really needed to unlock some passions this night.

Vicky had gone into the kitchen for water. I went to the unused room door and opened it. I had thought it would be dusty, instead to my surprise the room was absolutely fresh. The AC was on as the room had gotten very cool and the room was even scented.

I immediately wonder how futuristic the thoughts of my perv minded friends were. I turned leaving the room ajar and went into the kitchen, Vicky wasn’t there. Alas! I found her back in the sitting room and crept quietly behind her and held her round the belly, she rested backward on my chest.

For a moment or so, we remaind like that, everywhere calm and quiet. I’m sure all she could hear must have been my heartbeat.
I turned her to face me, she had barely turned when I went calmly at her lips.
Sweet, s£nsu@l kiss.
Vicky was yet to recover from the kiss when I bent down and scooped her off her feet and her hands instinctively swung round my neck as she clung to me and looked into my eyes, I carried her off into the bedroom…

Once inside, I kicked the door shut behind me as I la!d her down on the bed…
I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back. We began to kiss in a very passionate manner. I could feel her emotions flowing out as my tongue spoke to hers in a deep french kiss.

Her mouth was warm. Her lips soft, delicate and well lubricated. The kiss was arousing, and I had no doubt Vicky must have been getting wet.
So I began to loosen up my buttons. And almost immediately I felt her hands on my shirt, helping to loosen the shirt. Yet, we didn’t break the kiss.
Off came my long sleeved shirt. And off came my inner shirt.

Vicky and I began to smooch as I cupped her b0s0m with both hands, I could feel how firm they were. I couldn’t wait to lay my hands on that skin so I made to loosen her gown. She lifted her back and my hand crept in between her back and the bed, I reached for the zip behind and ran it down. Not hesitating, I reach further for the hook of her bra and unhooked it too.

Talk about killing two birds in one go.

I pulled the strap of her bra together with that of her gown.

I looked down to realize two potentials pointing up at me in the face! These cones were better than those in The Songs of Solomon. I can not have these beautiful bobbi and still need 700 concubines. Vicky was worth more than 300 wives.

I went down and began to sU-Ck the best of breassts. Sweet they were.

I made sure to lubricate the region around the Tip with enough spit to reduce friction and heighten the ecstasy for her. I took her Tip in my mouth, the warmth of my mouth reassuring her, and my tongue began to caress the Tips in the most Intimate way possible. Initially, she hadn’t made any sound until my tongue began to act the devil roaming up and down her Tips when I suddenly heard
“Uhhhhh staaaaag”
She had cracked! It was time.

I pulled away my mouth and began to handle her breasts with my fingers while I kissed her neck.

Kissed her ear and she jerked. A soft spot.

I kissed her forehead, then returned to base.

Those breasts!

Choi! They felt as smooth as a blown up balloon.

I sU-Cked and sU-Cked her, her breathing had changed.

My hands went down gradually, touching every part of her tummy, cameltoe, laps and back same way. But stopped just before the cameltoe.

At the point of origin.

The focal point.

I caressed her cl!t and the lips of her precious pot. Yes, Vicky was wet. Very wet and this whet my appetite!
My rod was rock stiff by now as I was looking at a beauty the gods would themselves envy for.

Every guy know what the thoughts of a wet Kitty-Cat can do.

With my mouth stuck on her b0s0m, my hands reached for my belt. In a twinkle of an eye, my trouser and boxers were off and I carefully placed my trouser right by the bed, intentionally.

Next, I took her gown off. All the while, her eyes were closed. And looking side ways, away from me.

Lol. Was she shy? I wondered.
Now, we were stark Unclad. I parted her thighs carefully and positioned myself properly between her legs.
Wetting my palms with spit, I rubbed the entire length of my shaft. It isn’t the world’s largest, but one of the world’s most effective. *winkwink*
It was now well lubricated, I lowered myself between her and slid in
“Uhhhhhhh Sttaaaaaggg” Vicky m0aned as she face sq££zed with the mixture of pleasure and pain. Her eyes closed, still.
First, it was just the cap. I went in and out several times, and her wet womanliness was as inviting as can be. And interestingly, as tight as the womanliness of a virgin.
Slowly, I slid the entire rod into her
“Staaaaaaaggg” Vicky m0aned with pure pleasure.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh”
I began to Bleep Vicky. Calmly. With calculated strokes, I bleeped Vicky in and out.
Vicky’s womanliness began to get wetter. All the walls of her womanliness was secreting juice. And I was loving this.

The wet and warm womanliness of a Jew can humble Hitler. Yes, I know of strong willed men resisting even the finest women.
But once the dckk gets into a very wet and warm womanliness, it doesn’t matter if of a Jew, an infidel, a slave or of an osu, the dicck must till Pour.

I continued to bleep Vicky in ‘mama&papa’ style till she began to loosen up. You would know.

That point when she frees up her waist, thighs and hands and obliges full entry for the deepest penetration. This is what I needed.

“Ahhhhhhh stttaaaaaaagg ssshhhhhh”
She m0aned, breathing heavily. I kept bleeping her with a consistent interval of thrusts.

Oh! I bleeped Vicky hard with powerful thrusts.

She couldn’t hold it anymore, she began to wriggle on the bed. Still, I continued to pound her with all the energy in me. She was m0an!ng
“Uhhhhhhh staaaaaaaag usssssshhhh”
I was merciless. I pounded her, bleeping her thoroughly.

We bleeped and bleeped and bleeped. And bleeped. And bleeped some more until we both started to sweat profusely. Juice flowed out tirelessly, effortlessly out of her.

I bleeped that sweet cuntt as she m0aned no-holds-barred.

I leaned forward and kissed her eyes, like a bolt suddenly went through her entire body, she jerked like she had spasms. And at that instant, she punnie walls contracted. Gripping my rod, I knew what that meant so I intensified the bleeping.

Vicky was m0an!ng wildly now as I continued to push the thrust deep down into her to reach even the farthest ends of the honey well. She m0aned and suddenly she gripped the bedsheets hard.

I took out the pillow under her head and pushed it in under her asss, raising her waist for a heightened final phase. I continued to pound Vicky with an intensifying effect, she m0aned and m0aned like she couldn’t take it anymore
“Ussssssshhhhhhh staaaaaaaaag”
“Uhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh usssshhhh”
I continued with the raw energy of a beast, I continued to give her hard thrusts that seemed to send waves directly into her brains.

Vicky was now m0an!ng louder, I was nearly going to cover her mouth lest we be heard by other neighbours.

Vicky’s eyes were still closed so she didn’t see when I reached down again and kissed her ears a second time, this time around, as she jerked, she shook wildly and with the spasms came a forcefully ejection of my digger from the gold mine as squirts of feminine Pour spewed all over. Vicky m0aned loud up to the ceiling like she was in cloud 9.

The pupil of her eyes curled upwards into her head as if she had convulsion. All I could see was her sclera, the white part of the eyes.

I was relieved as she was still breathing, albeit very heavily. Sweating profusely.

I slid out and landed beside her with a thump.

Both of us la!d there, panting heavily like we just ran from Lagos to Australia. We were both soaked in the sweet sweat of our love making.

I managed to reach for my trouser I intentionally kept nearby. I reached into the left pocket and took out what was in there.

“Vicky?”
She couldn’t answer, she just la!d there, tired. I sat up.

With both of us stark Unclad, I looked deep into her eyes to connect with her in a way nobody else ever will, you looked back into my eyes intensely and holding out a ring to her, I asked…

“Will you marry me?”…

And they lived happily ever after