Donigspain - S01 E25

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Donigspain - S01 E25

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

The revelation really surprised

me as I never in my wildest

dream thought a girl as beautiful

as she is would still be a virgin in

this 21st century ‘civilized’ world.

“Abi, dis gal wan jonx me?” I

thought.

“Hmmm, me I must find out here

and now cuz dis Aba gals sabi

use guyman head for dis kain

matter,” I concluded.

Taking extra caution, I spread

her legs a bit wider, brought my

head down between her laps

while kissing her all through

from her neck, b’reasts and

navel. I changed my vision from

normal light to infrared while

employing my ‘micro-telescopic’

lense which did the job of both

magnifying and zooming her

underneath ‘accessory’.

“E be like say dis gal dey talk true

sha. Dis wan na the theory part.

Make I do the practical proper,” I

reasoned.

After the theoritical inspection, I

brought my right hand between

her thighs caressing her in the

process. Moved to her c’litoris,

tickled it a bit to help her relax,

then using my pinky finger (aka

little or small finger) I tried

inserting it in order to ascertain

the validity of her claims. My

finger was met by a very tight

and narrow tunnel which

prevented the tip of my pinky

from penetrating.

“Ouch, aaah, ohhh,” she moaned;

one I read to be more of pain

than pleasure.

“Confirmed! Ômô na true she talk

o,” I concluded satisfactorily.

We romanced for a few more

minutes before we decided to

take a break, adjourning the

‘match’ for later date. We chatted

extensively in a bid to knowing

ourselves. I must confess she

spoke with maturity. It was in

the process of getting to know

ourselves the more that she

opened up to me; telling me that

she had lost both of her parents

about five years ago. She was an

orphan with two siblings – a

male and a female. A reason why

she left Enugu to live with her

uncle in Aba.

My heart melted over this

unfortunate discovery and so I

promised her my body and heart

while keeping my mind for

myself, sake of my sanity, just in

case the unbearable unexpected

happens.

When she was ready to leave, she

handed over the ‘pregnant’

polythene bag to me.

“Abeg, manage anything you see

inside… Na so my hand reach,

you understand na,” she said.

“Aah, why you go dey stress

yourself na? Anyway sha, thank

you very much,” I replied her

while trying to pass a false

message that am fine without

her trying to buy me things.

“Nna lekwa nû ô… Dis waterproof

heavy gan. Afternoon food don

show be dat na,” I celebrated

within when I remembered that

there was no food, raw or

cooked, in the house at that

moment.

I finally saw her off in order for

her to get a bus. We trekked

from my lodge (near Winners

Chapel Agbani) to Eke Umueze

(neighbouring village) not

because there was no bus but

because we never wanted to

leave each other. She boarded a

bus and I waved her goodbye.

I jogged back home knowing

fully well I was living with a ‘lion’

that would not ask questions

before devouring anything food

at sight. True to my prediction, I

met Uche already devouring a

bunch of banana… Hmmm!