Donigspain - S01 E50

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Donigspain - S01 E50

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 50

I was left with no other option

but to please the young lady

before me. So I simply pushed

the door to lock, removed the

polo shirt and jean trouser I was

wearing leaving me only on a

singlet and boxer short. I settled

down on the bed and waited for

her lead.

.

She had wanted to wear the

pieces of clothing she earlier

brought out of her bag but, on a

second thought privy to her,

decided not to. She looked at me,

smiled sêductively and then

stood up with the wrapper

loosely covering her body.

.

She intentionally let go off the

wrapper as she walked up to me

thereby revealing her appealing

figure. I licked my lips in

salivation when I saw the meal

which was on its way to my

dining table but my interest was

immediately cut short when I

saw two objects on her body.

One was a catholic rosary

bearing the crucifix which she

wore on her neck while the

other was a threaded set of tiny

multi-coloured beads which she

wore round her waist. I think the

Igbos call it ‘jigida’. It’s quite

uncommon to find it on an Igbo

girl.

.

She knelt down in front of me

and was about diving into my

arms when she remembered the

rosary on her neck.

”Abeg make I remove my rosary

o before anything,” Nasa said

with a shy smile that conveyed a

feeling of consciousness over the

‘sinful’ act she was about to

indulge in.

”Hahaha, you dey fear make fire

no catch you as you dey do the

sontin?” I teased while rolling on

the bed in laughter.

.

When she was done removing

the rosary I also suggested she

removed the bead round her

waist. To be candid, I was afraid

of that object as I had heard so

many stories about that thing.

One of the stories had it that it is

usually worn by ‘ogbanje’ girls to

suppress the demons in them.

Other stories revolve around

fetish parents (especially Yorubas

and Fulanis) giving it to their

young daughters as a security

against sêxually abusive males

and/or sêxually transmitted

infections. The talisman would

cause the attacker to either have

no Attention or, at the point of

entry, fall down and start

convulsing. Either ways am not

ready to have anything to do

with juju.

.

She laughed and then asked if I

was afraid of her. She removed

the bead while reassuring me

that there was no fetish

attachment whatsoever to it as it

was more of an adornment. She

said her mum bought it for her

when they were still living in

Lagos (Yoruba land). She found

her way into my arms as soon as

she was done putting aways the

two objects.

Our bodies magneted in an

embrace thereby confirming the

law of magnetism which states

that unlike poles attract while like

poles repel. I reached for her

portable bôôbs and cupped them

with my hands. They made the

perfect fill of my palms as I

effortlessly began massaging

them like a professional. She on

her part did not leave all the

work for me to do. She

contributed in making the

romance more intense by also

manipulating my body in the

most possible way an

adventurous amateur could.

.

This time I was avoiding us

getting into french kissing

because earlier that day I had

spotted a dentition flaw in her.

Sadly, she had an abnormal

dental arrangement which

caused outgrowth of extra teeth

which lined up behind the

normal. Fortunately for me she

was not making much effort in

having us kiss; probably a

conscious reaction to her

condition.

.

Without wasting time any

further, I reached for my condom

which was strategically kept

under my bed at the head

portion. I tore it open, slipped it

on my already eréct dîck, turned

her around so that she now lay

with her back while I was on top

and then I parted her legs as I

advanced my g---n to her pelvis.

I brought her hand to my dîck

and then encouraged her to

guide it in. She held it firmly in

her left hand and then brought it

to her waiting vagîna.

.

Gradually she pulled it into

herself. At first she groan as the

s---t made its way into her but

with time she relaxed and

received a little over half the

length inside her. Slowly I began

thrusting in and out of her while

limiting the thrusts to half the

length of my dîck. She had just

been deflowered a few weeks

ago and so I thought pushing in

further lengths might cause her

discomfort as against pleasure.

Within a short while she was all

saturated with wetness and so

began letting out pleasure

moans in rhythm to my waist

movement. Her vagîna muscles

had relaxed and so I was now

fully digging in and out of her

but with moderate force.

*sêx no be fight. Forget all that

rubbish una dey watch for pôrn

o. No go carry am enter market

for woman matter cuz na for

hospital dem go pull her teeth

commot your chest*

.

I must say she performed

beyond my expectations when

you consider how inexperienced

she ought to had been. I think

she partly has a destiny with

sêxual activities. She was

receiving my thrusts with great

expertise. Licking her lips with

her eyes closed while

occasionally letting out ‘huhs,

mmmns, haaas, oh yeas’.

We sêxed for about fifteen

minutes before we both

clîmaxed and lay exhausted. I

usually don’t release on time

whenever a condom is involved.

It’s a known fact that condoms

reduce sêxual sensitivity

(pleasure) thereby resulting to a

longer period before êjaculation.

*But wetin man go do na? We

have no option but to correctly

and consistently use condoms*

.

I took a tissue from my rack and

cleaned her up. I wiped her inner

thigh and vagîna clean before I

took another tissue and cleaned

myself. When I was done

properly disposing the wastes, I

drew the bed-sheet over her to

help cover her nakêd body, then I

slipped in my hand and began

rubbing (massaging) her waist

and sometime reaching to her

front pelvis. I knew the emotional

effect my little act of kindness will

have in her.

To my guys, post-sêx events are

just as important as pre-sêx

events. To a great extent it

determines whether the lady will

give you another chance to come

inbetween her legs.

.

Nasa turned around, looked at

me for sometime and then, for

the first time, called me ‘baby’.

She remarked how much

important and special I had

made her feel with my little acts.

She whined how Joe always

dumped her each time they

finished Being Intimate… Aga

ajukwanu onye? (Na who we go

ask?)

*Joe don suffer for dis girl hand.

She don yab my guy finish both

the true and the untrue. I dare

not carry such matter go meet

Joe. E go be like say na im matter

we dey always discuss*

.

She drew near and I cuddled her

in an embrace. We held each

other as we drifted into

dreamland.