Donigspain - S01 E57

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Donigspain - S01 E57

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 57

Nasa arrived my house at about

1:25pm. She was not wearing a

happy countenance even though

she had on her a beautiful new

weavon. Uche was around when

she came. I guess she must have

thought Uche would pose a

problem to us having some good

time. She exchanged pleasantries

with Uche the moment she came

in before settling on one of the

two plastic chairs in our room.

Five minutes later Uche excused

himself after I had given him the

‘guy code’.

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Immediately Uche left the room

Nasa walked to where I was

sitting on the bed.

”Spain, I no get time o! My popsy

dem fit return anytime. Hope

Uche no dey come back soon?”

She asked me with bulging eyes.

I chuckled before I replied her

”no, he won’t come back. Na you

get house now.”

She was visibly satisfied with my

answer as her lips widened in a

smile.

”Okay, oya lock the door make

we do wetin carry me come,” I

heard Nasa said even though it

did not suprise me since I’m

already used to her wildness.

”Aarrh, you no go take anything

first? Make I bring kola for you

na,” I teased while pretending to

be serious.

”Spain I dey talk say I no get time

you dey talk kola. See, na by 2:30

I dey go back o!” Nasa reiterated

the issue of not having enough

time on her hands.

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With that I quickly stood up,

walked to the door and then

bolted it. I drew down the

curtain to give us some privacy.

When I was done securing the

room from external human

interruptions I turned and saw

Nasa was already trying to

remove her tight jean trouser. I

returned to the bed where I

helped her to remove the

remaining piece of clothing on

her. My dîck was already agitated

and warming up with reflex

nods like an agama lizard. I

quickly took one condom from

the handy bank and in one swift

move got it on.

Kissing has already been ruled

out from our fôre-play and so I

proceeded to the average bôôbs

on her chest. I fumbled and

s----d it for sometime while also

manipulating her clîtoris with my

fingers. I’m no fan of fingerîng

(tried it in two or three

occasions). Seems unhygienic to

me. The much I can do is to

physically stimulatê the clîtoris

with my fingers.

I took a plunge into her when I

had noticed she was wet and

ready. She was as receptive as

ever and so there was no

holding back in my giving it to

her in an accelerated tempo. We

had it going in the missionary

position for quite sometime

before I jacked her up with both

of her legs resting on my elbow

while she crossed my neck with

her hands. She noticed my hands

were occupied in carrying her

weight so she helped me guide

my erêct dîck back into her tight

kitten. They say variety is the

spice of life and I’m so ready to

spice my life with this fifty-

something kilogram damsel.

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*Please my guys, don’t try the

above sêx style with a heavy duty

lady if you don’t wanna wake up

in an orthopaedic hospital*

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We continued in that position for

about three minutes before I

carried her to my reading table

where I finished up the

remaining work in great speed

due to the favourable angle of

penetration presented by the

table as her pelvis was directly

positioned against my g---n

giving her perfect interception to

my thrusts. We cleaned up

ourselves and then lay nâked on

the bed discussing the events

that brought us together.

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It is worthy to note that I shared

no true emotions for her except

lust. There was no iota of love, on

my part, in whatever relationship

we were in at that time. That was

the stage where all my

relationship reasoning and

judgements were based on

sêxual gratification. Exception of

Ifeoma who I shared true

feelings with, any other lady I

had something going at that

time was merely based on sêxual

gains. I rated my then

relationships based on how

much punâni a lady is willing and

ready to offer. The higher a lady’s

sêxual philanthropy the higher

was her rating on my scale of

preference. I viewed male-female

relationships from the

background of sêx. I still need to

reiterate that it was only Ifeoma

that held the position of true love

in my life then.

Like I said earlier, that was a

stage (albeit immature one)

which came and passed with

time and experience. Together

we will see other stages that

manifested later on in my life as I

progressed into psychological,

emotional and spiritual maturity.

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Nasa and I rested for about 15

minutes before we both charged

to full capacity and yet again

proceeded to have another

round of hot sêx. She later left my

house a few minutes before 3pm

so she could get home and

assume the innocent first

daughter position her parents

knew her for. I gave her four

hundred naira as transportation

allowance as she was about

boarding a bus in front of my

house. Just as the bus left, I

heard the loud unmistaken voice

of Uche called out the name

”Spain de Consoler”.

I travelled to Aba two days after

Nasa’s visit. I had learnt my

grandmother came from the

village to stay with us until she

gets better. She had been on and

off sick bed as is expected of

people within her age bracket.

This is even more aggravated

when you consider the hard

farm labour which she had been

subjected to all her life; a

situation common to people in

the rural areas of Nigeria. We had

been pleading with her for a

long time to leave the village for

the city where her children and

grandchildren will take good

care of her but she would always

insist on staying back in the

village. She complained how her

farmlands will grow bushes and

also how her absence will create

a big disadvantage to the

women of the land since she was

their leader and mouthpiece

especially against anti-women

policies of the ruling traditional

council. She was one woman

respected and feared as well. The

only woman allowed to sit

amongst the ‘Nze’ and ‘Ozo’

during sacred meetings.

So when I learnt she had finally

accepted to relocate even though

it was termed a sick leave to her,

I knew the illness must have

gotten to an unbearable degree.

.

She was so happy to see me

when I returned on that sunny

afternoon. She never hid her

obvious fondness towards me.

She had always been proud of

me maybe because I was the first

son of her first daughter or

possibly because of the

circumstance surrounding my

birth; a birth that helped cement

her daughter’s marriage. I

inquired of her health and she

gave me her usual brave

reassuring words. She had

already commenced home

treatment as she refused to be

admitted in the hospital.

The average Nigerian only

accepts to be carried to the

hospital when he/she is

convinced that death is at the

door and the hospital holds the

sole right to his/her escape.

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After resting for a while I took a

stroll down to Mike’s house. He

had called me whilst I was in

Enugu to inform me of his

proposed visit to Aba. It had

been over a year and six months

since I saw him last. He had left

Aba for Portharcourt immediately

we finished a computer training

programme in 2006 after our

WAEC. We only saw twice in 2007

during the Easter and Christmas

seasons. He had secured

admission to study Computer

Science at Rivers State University

of Science and Technology same

year I did in ESUT.

I met him at home working on

his laptop. It was all joy as we

hugged each other tight in a

brotherly manner. He looked well

enough except for a visibly

clipper forced beard-line which

gave him a young-grandpa look.

Mike is known to always force

himself into the next phase of life

even when his age is miles away

from said phase. To my gladness,

I noticed I was now over 3

centimeters taller than him. Back

then I was always taunted by the

duo of Kachi and Mike for my late

growth. Mike made it a point of

duty to always use me to check

how many millimeters he had

added in height almost every day.

He would always draw

intimidatingly close to me with

his shoulder when we walked. So

you can imagine the overflow of

honey and sugar in my heart that

day when I found out I had

grown past him.

”Guy, I don tall pass you o!” I had

shouted immediately we went

into that embrace.

The visibly intimidated Mike

replied with ”why you no go tall

pass me when you still dey eat

mama thank you?”

”You know the last time wey I

collect money from my parents

dem?” he continued in a bid to

get me to shut up. His trick

would’ve worked if I was the

emotional type.

”Hahaha, I no gree o! Chei, so I

later turn goliath for where you

dey? In this same life?” I taunted

in a heartbreaking laughter.

.

We later settled down and then

talked about life. Gradually our

discussion, as expected, drifted

to girls. He asked how many girls

I had been able to ‘conquer’ to

which I gave him an exaggerated

quotation though still under unit

figures. He laughed.

”Dis wan you dey laugh like sey

you pass mine. Oya how many

girls you don tour?” I asked. I

knew his number would

definitely surpass mine but I had

no idea it would have reached

dozens.

”Spain, I don forget sef unless

you go help me count am,” Mike

replied.