Donigspain - S01 E34

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Donigspain - S01 E34

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 34

I woke up with butterflies in my

stomach. That ‘fluttery’ feeling

was really killing me as I

imagined how Ify’s planned visit

would turn out. This wasn’t her

first time of visiting me. She had

visited twice before; once when I

was squatting with Pius in the

first three months after I was

offered admission and the other

was when I newly packed into

my own house which I shared

with Uche. But this visit was

special. Not just because I had

bought a TV and a DVD player

which helped to upgrade the

face of the room a bit. It was

special because I already planned

to go the extra mile in my

relationship with her. I had

tasted the forbidden fruit but

now I need a big bite from it. I

knew my mission was not going

to be easy. Why? Relax, let me let

you in.

Ify is not just a random girl. She’s

a lady who according to my

observation might even be two

years older than me. She’s also

quite intelligent as well as an

experienced player in the game

and so convincing or, better put,

deceiving her into having any

sêxual relations with me can only

take the grace of the devil

himself. Even at that I was ready

to take my chances. A rating of

her outward disposition on

”Spain’s Beauty Scale” would

give her a 2.8 out of 5.0; a fair

pass mark if you ask me.

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The extra care and effort I added

while I was arranging the room

in the morning of that Tuesday

as we prepared for lectures must

have been noticed by Uche who

by now knew I was expecting a

female visitor anytime I gave the

room extra attention. ”Nna,

odika enwe asa n’abia taa nkea I

na efichasi na azachasi ebenine”

Uche dropped what I knew not

whether to classify as a question,

a remark or an observation in his

undiluted Enugu dialect.

”Nwanne, anam eme expect Ify.

The lady anyi na-eri ihe na nke

ya” I replied him. ”Bia nwokem,

wetin you wan talk sef? Say I dey

do extra cleanup anytime woman

wan visit me? E be like say you

dey craze ni?” I said jokingly as

we made to leave for school.

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I got a call from Ify at about

1:30pm informing me that she

would be in my house in the next

twenty minutes. We had just

finished receiving a boring

lecture and I was walking to the

school canteen to help myself

with a bottle of chilled soya milk

and okpa when the call came in. I

immediately diverted to the

school park where I boarded a

taxi plying ESUT-Umueze-Agbani

route. Fifteen minutes later I was

at home, opened my door and

windows, luckily there was light

so I slid in a foreign popular

demand VCD. I was about taking

a sit on my bed when I heard the

guyman voice of my ‘Personal

Adviser on Sinful Matters’ right in

my head.

”My guy, you know say dis job no

go easy o…but I get plan on how

we go fit pull down the walls of

Jericho… You know say she go

like sit for that your plastic stool

as per visitor tinz but I wan make

you go carry d sit hide for

outside. E go make her to come

stay for bed which be advantage

already,” the two horned little

creature suggested with a

devilish smile. My eyes instantly lit

up as I reasoned the advice. ”Na

true talk be dis o… Kai, you be

correct PA,” I thankfully replied

as I immediately took the sit out

into our compound kitchen. I

heard a knock on my door as I

dropped the stool off in our

kitchen. I rushed back and then I

saw Ify standing at the door,

looking very radiant and

ravishing. We exchanged

pleasantries before I led her into

my room. The first thing she

noticed was the new electronics

in my room to which she was

quite happy about. ”Spain, wey

your plastic stool wey you dey

use read na?” she asked after

searching for the sit.

”My dear, Iyke borrowed the sit

yesternight and he never return

am,” I lied. She hesitantly took a

sit on the bed as there was no

other option. I bought her a cold

malt drink of which she happily

sipped while watching the music

playing on my tv. I sure do know

the effect a cold liquid do have in

the system and so I can walk ten

kilometers just to make sure I get

a very cold drink for my female

visitors. For the male visitors, a

bag of ‘pure’ water is always

available beside my door, lol.

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We chatted, joked and watched

movies for over four hours

without any sêxual move from

me yet. I was really fighting the

urge since I was unsure of her

reaction. I made my first move at

few minutes past six after she

hinted she would be leaving

soon. I playfully pushed her so

that her head rested on my

thighs with her face pointing

upwards. I gently ran my fingers

from her neck through her chest

and down to her navel. My left

hand was caressing her head at

the same time. I continued doing

this until I noticed a change in

her breathing. Her breathing was

getting deeper and deeper and

so I proceeded further to play

with her bare chest. As soon as I

had successfully managed to slid

my hand into her cloth she held

my hand for a while before

gently taking it off her chest. I

tried my luck the second time

and yet she still repeated the

same act. ”What’s wrong baby?

Why are you removing my

hand?” I asked her in a sêductive

baritone voice which I normally

employ during sêxual moments.

”Nothing, just say you dey go too

far” she replied me. I began

dishing out what I termed

‘sermon on the bed’ to her in an

attempt to make her a convert of

my warped ideology. All my

sermon, rapping and ‘washing’

seemed to had fell on deaf ears

because she would still remove

my hands whenever they tried

encroaching certain perimeters.

We continued with this back and

forth ‘struggle’ for a long time

while my blood pressure rose

due to my present anxious state.

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After sometime, she got up and

said she was finally going.

Unfortunately for her, it

immediately started to rain

heavily which made her to sit

back while the ‘struggle’

continued. Hmmm, it rained cat

and dog that day with

accompanied windy and

thundery activities which are

typical of the onset of rainy

season (free meteorological

lecture). There was no way any

sane human being would have

stepped a foot into such rain.

The rain finally subsided around

9:30pm; it was already too late

for her to get a bus home yet she

insisted on going. We both went

outside to look for bus that

would convey her to Gariki in

Enugu city. Deep down in my

heart I was praying no bus

should surface. We waited for

over thirty minutes but no bus

was available and so she

resigned to fate as we walked

back in. ”Definitely this night

won’t pass without some form

of action” I encouraged myself

with a mischievous smile.

We resumed the ‘struggle’ after

we had rested from eating the

indomie I prepared. Had I known

I would have left her alone while

my ego remained intact. The

Igbos say that ‘the death that

kills a dog does not allow it to

perceive the smell of faeces’.

She finally gave up the struggle a

few minutes past 11pm in the

night and by this time all the

nerves in my body were so edgy

and sensitive not only due to the

anxiousness but also as a result

of the increased blood pressure.

I quickly got her clothes off

before she changed her mind,

then I removed mine as well. I

took a condom which I had

strategically kept under my

foam. I hurriedly wore the

condom on my already erêct dîck,

kissed her here and there a little

bit and then parted her legs as I

made to take a dive into her

pûssy. I must say that she has

got one of the most smoothest

laps I’ve ever come across in my

sexcapades so far. Her laps were

as smooth as a broiler’s egg

could ever wish to be. Slowly I

pushed my dîck into her. She let

out a loud moan as the huge

(yea, it is) creature gently made

its way into her honey pot. Her

pûssy was so d--n tight. It

made me see reasons why she

had put up a resistance earlier;

not many tourist had visited her

site. There was this warmth that

engulfed my dîck just as it settled

deep inside her coupled with my

already agitated body that made

me nearly run mad. I began

thrusting… One, two,

three…seven, eighhhht, hmmm,

niiiiiine, huuhh, huuuhhh,

mmnnn… I released!

”D--n it” I cursed inside. Just in

less than thirty seconds!

Nervousness, anxiety and

anxiousness had all played a trick

on me. A trick I had read so many

times in romance magazines

urging us males to always be

psychologically relaxed before

and during sex. The worst of it all

was that my dîck refused to rise

again all through the night as if I

got hit with paralysis of the dîck.

I really felt ashamed of myself.

Sadly, I never got another chance

to redeem my image because she

left very early in the morning so

as to go and cook the food she

sells in the restaurant.

Unfortunately, she never gave me

another ticket to salvage my

pride till I graduated and left

Agbani. SMH…

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tears Please can I get a

handkerchief from someone

here? sniffing