Diary of a pastor’s son - S01 E12

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Diary of a pastor’s son - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

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Many dirty thoughts started running in my head. I was thinking of making out with Biola or having her touch my bare d*ck at least! Then she said to me, “Relax yourself. I can see that you are already sweating, what are you thinking about?”

“Nothing, just thinking about how to start jamb lesson and all those stuff,” I lied.

She just giggled and sat on the bed. Biola took the local oil bottle in her hand, opened the cap, and poured it into her hand. She kept the bottle on the nearby table and started rubbing the oil in her both palms. I was aroused by seeing that!

I already started to leak! My shorts were kind of thin and loose, so my d*ck was moving freely inside which was visible.

She ignored it, touched my ankle, and started rubbing up to my knee. I lost it and instead of screaming in pain, I started moaning, which made her laugh a bit. She looked at me and asked, “Kilonshele?” She meant, what happened? She asked it in the sexiest way possible. I still remember that moment as if it happened yesterday.

I choked guys, I didn’t know what to say. I smiled at her and said, “Nothing, just don’t stop at the knee.”

Biola behaved like she was annoyed with my answer and made an irritated face. In an instant, all my excitement disappeared. And my d*ck lost all its stiffness and became invisible! She saw my confused face and pressed a bit hard on my ankle. I felt pain and made a little sound, “Ahhh..”

She released the pressure and started rubbing my feet and my toes. Frankly speaking, that was so arousing as f*ck. She was touching the toes, shaking them up and down, pouring oil on them, and twisting and massaging. Damn! That was a crazy roller coaster moment for me. She would make a good massage therapist. She knew I was enjoying it too.

My dck went crazy again and made a tent. This time, my dck was kind of visible to Biola. As the shorts was small, it was giving her a peak of my d*ck and that was what I was hoping for!

She saw my dick peeking out of my shorts and didn’t respond. And she stopped rubbing my toes and feet and started to press my ankle hard again. It was actually painful and I didn’t know at that time what she was trying to do.

As soon as she did that, my d*ck went down again. She was literally playing with me as if I was just a toy for her. Then she asked me, “Is it painful when I press there?”

Me: Obviously.

Biola: Oh, I am sorry. But I have to do that if you lose your control again.

I was confused but didn’t have any words to say. Biola then started pressing my leg above the ankle. She poured oil and again started pressing my leg smoothly. This time, she was slowly coming above the knee, which again made my d*ck grow slowly. This time, I didn’t know how to respond to her or what to do as she broke all my confidence and behaved like a strict person.

So I just covered my d*ck with my hand on it. She literally pushed my hand away with a slap while looking straight into my eyes. That look was scary and filled with lust. I miss those days.

She didn’t stop pressing my leg and she even started touching my thighs. She stopped for a moment and took the oil bottle again in her hand and poured oil on my knee a bit above and toward the thighs. And she started pressing it slowly which gave me an uncontrollable pleasure to me.

I was moaning badly and that was heaven! She slowly moved upward. I tried to grab Biola’s thighs. She responded with a slap on my hand! I was scared to do anything other than just enjoy. My hands didn’t know what to do, so I just grabbed the bedsheet and let her do whatever she want.

She suddenly touched my d*ck and I lost it. I squeezed the bedsheet and tried to hold back my moan. She stopped the massage and started leaving. I quickly turned. “What happened?” I enquired. She looked at me and said, “It’s my wish when to stop or to continue. So, remember your place.

I was freaking confused. I didn’t know how to respond. I just stayed in the bed. She only succeeded in turning me on. She probably left because she didn’t want a repetition of what happened the last time. She was thoughtful, unlike me. I was always ready to get my flesh satisfied at any slightest opportunity I got. I lay there on my back and thoughts about Agatha rushed through my head. Where could she possibly run to? That was what was going through my head before nature called, and I dozed off.

The following morning, I woke up to realize that I had wet dreams. I felt the middle of my shorts with my left hand and it was watery. I tried remembering what I dreamt about the previous night but I couldn’t recall. Gradually, I was turning into a pervert; always surfing the internet to satisfy my sexual pleasure.

Fast forward to the week my father said he would waybill my clothes, something else happened. My mother fell ill and was admitted to MMM Catholic Hospital in Ondo. That was a piece of sad news, so my father wanted me back home. My Aunt was aware and likewise Biola. She wasn’t happy I was about to leave her. The feeling was mutual but I told her I’d surely come back as soon as possible. If only I knew what was ahead of me.

In the next episode, I’ll tell you about my encounter upon arriving in Ondo.