Donigspain - S01 E32

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Donigspain - S01 E32

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

I led her into the room with my

heart beating so fast and loud

that someone in the next room

could hear it. The room had a

medium sized bed that could

accomodate only three persons

at a time, the floor was

decorated with rubber tiles, a

wall clock for timing, beside the

bed was a waste basket half

filled with sêxual wastes (tissues

and used condoms), wall hanger

and a table. Bethel went and sat

down on the bed while I was still

standing with both hands in my

pocket, indecisive of how to start

or where to begin.

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”Are you going to be standing

there?” Bethel asked with a

frown.

I walked to the bed and sat

beside her. I crossed my left

hand over her shoulder as I drew

her closer to me which made our

bodies to come together. With

visibly shaking hands, I

undressed her from head to toe

before I quickly removed my

clothes. To my disappointment,

Bethel was nowhere near Ifeoma

in physiological endowments.

She had small bôôbs that looked

like ‘udara’ (agbalumo aka star

apple), her âss were just as big

as twenty naira worth of

moulded ‘akpu’ (fufu) and her

laps was as ‘fleshless’ as a fried

chicken laps on display inside

showcase. ”Kai, na dis tin suffer

me like dis? Even chop my

money!” I cried within. To make

matters worse, she wasn’t good

in the act of romance. I would’ve

given up on the whole thing if

not that I had spent on her

enough to get some ‘reward’ in

kind. ”This is not how I

envisioned my first time to be

but I’ll still manage sha cuz man

propose while God dispose,” I

said to myself in resignation.

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I mounted her and was about

taking the dive into her jericho

when I remembered I had no

condom on. I would’ve bought a

pack if I knew before hand that

something of this nature would

occur. In the midst of my thought

I remembered there was a

condom in my wallet. A condom

that had been there for over a

year waiting for an opportunity.

It was a gift from a friend in

school. He went for a HIV/AIDS

seminar organized for first year

students and they were given

free condoms with the

inscription ‘NOT TO BE SOLD’.

I quickly reached for my wallet,

zipped it open, took out the

condom, tore it open and then

the hectic effort of wearing it

began. It took me about two

minutes to get the condom on

my dîck as I struggled with the

dâmn thing. Bethel was already

loosing patience when I finally

got things in the right order and

returned back to the bed. I

climbed on top of her for the

second time, kissed her a bit to

get her wet before whispering

”please, put it in” into her ears.

Unfortunately, she declined and

in return asked me to put it in

myself. Another episode of

gulder ultimate search began

right there in the room. I was not

looking for the ‘Gatekeeper’s

Fortune’ neither was it the ‘Horn

of Valour’; this time it was the

‘Golden Hole’. With my dîck in my

right hand, I began the search,

poking at all parts of the vâgina’s

catchment area. It was not a

funny experience my people. I

poked at the clîtoris several time

thinking the gateman to the

entrance may have been asleep.

It was getting really frustrating. I

had to stylishly kiss her from lips

to the navel so I can take a peep

at the actual location of the

‘Golden Hole’.

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Finally, I got it! With the tip of my

côck I gently parted the entrance

to make sure it’s the actual hole.

”Spain, this is it…” I said to myself

as I closed my eyes while

gradually, a millimeter per time,

pushed my dîck inside. I

purposely left one-fourth of my

dîck inside to get the first feeling;

I felt nothing… I proceeded to

push in half of my dîck inside;

not much change… ”Mtscheew,

na so d tin be sef. Why people

com dey hype d whole tin na?” I

thought to myself. I sadly pushed

in the remaining length into her

pûssy with little force that made

her moan. It was at this point

that I felt two foamy walls

grabbing my dîck inside her

pûssy. As soon as the two walls

got my dîck sandwiched, the

internal temperature of her

pûssy changed from cold moist

to warm wet. Frankly speaking,

words can not completely

describe the sensation I felt at

that moment. There was this

electric current that ran from my

dîck up into my cerebrum. I

would’ve shouted obscenities

had it not been that I used the

0.001 remaining active part of

my brain to compose myself.

Gradually, I began thrusting in

and out of her just as I had seen

in movies (nollywood, hollywood,

soft/hardcore pôrn).

I began increasing the tempo of

my t----t with time making the

two foamy walls to loose their

grip on my tool a bit. By this time,

her moans were getting louder

and louder while she interlocked

her legs around my waist with

both of her hands spread wide

apart above her head. The

present situation boosted my

ego. It showed I was doing it the

right way and so I added more

power to my t----t making the

room to be filled with sounds of

‘kpa kpa kpa kpa’ and ‘aaayi,

oooh, yeeeaa, aaash, ooosh’. I

continued giving it to her in

missionary position until I

sensed the feeling to cûm taking

hold of me. ”No, am not yet done.

Na only one condom dey here so

I have to make maximum use of

it” I reasoned within me. I

remembered a few tips I had

read in romance magazines on

how to last long in bed. Time to

put them to test. First was the

‘Deep Breath Technique’… I

stopped thrusting into her, left

my dîck motionless inside her

hole and then began my fifteen

seconds deep ‘yoga’ breathing. It

worked! The feeling to cûm

subsided and I began another

session of thrusting but this time

I pinned her two legs to her

shoulders giving me enough

room for deeper thrusts.

This position was making her

drip with wetness because I

could visibly see drains of

wetness running down her bûtt

from her pûssy. I rammed her in

that position for about ten

minutes before I started getting

that feeling to cûm again. Time to

employ the second tip which is

the ‘Mind Game’. Here, I read one

should channel one’s thought to

unappealing events, things or

situations. In the movie Kyle XY,

what works for the character

Josh Trager is if he thinks about

‘zitch and old people’ while

‘Grape-fruit’ works for Kyle. In my

own case, I channelled my

thoughts to horror movies,

visualizing the gruesome

scenes… It worked! The feeling to

cûm once again subsided while

my dîck still stood solid rock. I

freed her legs to give her some

breathing space as I plunged

deep into her once more. We

continued in this position for

about twenty more minutes

before I felt her dug her nails

into my back with her eyes

closed, her vâgina muscles

contracted and then I felt hot

fluid all over my dîck. This gave

me great sensation that I lost

control of myself as I exploded…

”The deed has been done. Spain,

you’re no longer a virgin,” I said

to myself as I pulled out of her all

exhausted.

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We cleaned up ourselves with the

tissue the hotel management

gave us as we quickly wore our

clothes since the one hour we

paid for was already past with

five minutes. We left the hotel

around 7:20pm and headed

straight home. I paid for her bike

home when we got to Ngwa

Road by Ohanku and as the bike

was about leaving I whispered

into her ear ”I will never forget

you for being the girl that took

my virginity.”

She gasped in shock as the bike

drove away.

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This marked the kick-off of a

season of sexcapades…