She was wearing blue p@nts. I first rubbed my finger on the c–t through the p@nts. Then I removed the p@nts and rubbed on the c–t with my fingers. The k—y was damp; she was already wet. I dipped my left index finger in the k—y. I fi—ngered her while she writhed on the bed in pleasure. I started placing light kisses on her labials; she shuddered at each kiss. I felt her hands on my head, caressing my hair. Then she pulled my head down to her womanliness, urging me to treat her k—y with my mouth. I took a look at that k—y for a moment, wondering how it would taste like since I had never tasted k—y before. The labials were pulsating; the c–t was quivering, looking delicious. I plunged my head into that mass of fresh, succulent, wet flesh. I stuck out my tongue and tasted her wetness. The taste was incredible; indescribable. It was sweet, salty, sour and sticky, all at once. There was something about the taste of that k—y that reminded me of eating pringles. The complex taste did not nauseate me; it made me more h—y than ever. I licked the k—y as if my life depended on it. Men, the babe k—y sweet no be small. The way she was screaming, m0an!ng my name even turned me on more and I continued to give her pleasure. I teased her c–t with my tongue while I poked her V-jay with my fingers.
Then I stuck my tongue inside the v-jay while rubbing on the c–t with my finger. From time to time I would remove my mouth from her k—y and kissed her fresh inner thighs while fi—ngering her. I don’t know how many times she came cos I was just going on and on for several minutes; I felt somehow reluctant to leave that sweet k—y. All the time she was just screaming my name saying I was killing her. I took a look at her face; there were tears in her eyes. Then she said in soft voice, barely above a whisper, “You are crazy”
She stood up from the bed and asked me to lie down.
“Now it’s my turn” she said.
I quickly obeyed her and before I knew it my boxers were off and I felt my ramrod stiff instrument plunging into her mouth. An intense, sweet s£nsat!on accompanied the entry of my c—ock. I felt her mouth wrapping around my d—ck and giving me a good fluting. She kept stroking the c—ck with her tongue as she turned it into a lollipop, licking and sU-Cking continuously. At first she was gentle, but the sU-Cking soon gathered momentum as she started getting pleasure from it. I was in cloud 7, somewhere in paradise as I soaked in the pleasure of the BJ. After some minutes, I felt that tickling s£nsat!on that signaled I would soon release. I quickly removed my c—ck from her mouth. She quickly lay down on the bed and spread her legs, opening up her Jerusalem for my J-man to ride in triumphantly.
I licked the interior of my mouth as I prepared to enter her and bleep her missionary style. Then I realized the was something wrong.
There was no condom. I remember I used to carry a condom around for nearly 6 months in case an opportunity to bleep came up.
Unfortunately it was today of all days that I decided not to bring it along. I never knew I would end up having s-x that day. What a bleep up!.
The girl was looking at me wondering what was wrong. I shook my head slowly.
“There is no c0nd0m.”
“Sh-t” she swore. It was the first time I had seen her swear and there was a look of frustration on her face. She was already rubbing her v-jay, seriously aroused. She said we should go ahead that she doesn’t mind and it would even be sweeter. I asked her what if she got pregnant. She said she doesn’t care that she would take care of that. All she wanted now was my J-man in her Jerusalem. I said I couldn’t do it, that there were just too many risks involved. She started begging me, holding on to my c—ck.
I was perplexed. I really wanted to do this and I was already extra-aroused, but I had a great deal of control over my body and I considered things before doing them. I begged her that I would be back later with a pack of c0nd0ms and we can even have s-x all night long. The babe no wan leave me oh! She started crying. I managed to leave her with a kiss and said she should wait for me in the evening. She said she would be waiting for me.
As I left her room that afternoon, it occurred to me that I might have lost another opportunity to lose my v!rginity and I swore to myself in frustration.
My fears were confirmed. By the time I returned in the evening, she was gone. I called her and she said her parents came to pick her up late in the afternoon and she had already travelled. She said she really enjoyed what we had together.
Her boyfriend had never even given her half of the pleasure I had given her. She said she hoped one day, we would hook up and finish what we started.
Well, I soon moved on with my life. I defended my ND project and graduated from the polytechnic. I was 19 years old and still a v!rgin and the prospects of getting disv!rgined soon was looking dim. Then my parents compounded matters by sending me to a private University with the strictest, harshest set of rules. The university is owned by a popular Pentecostal church near Lagos (I believe some readers will be able to decode).
The moment I saw the school handbook, I knew I was in for a tough time. S-x in any form is prohibited and the penalty is one session suspension. Kissing and smooching is prohibited with one semester suspension. Blue films are abomination in the school and they get people expelled for being in possession. Students are mandated to dress in a particular way, guys and girls have interactive time with each other that must not be violated, even secular music is prohibited. Students are not allowed to go out without permission. Not even mobile phones are allowed, students communicate with the help of the internet. The rules go on and on and the more conversant you are with these rules, the safer you are so that you don’t fall victim.
Yet the school has in attendance, children from some of the most influential families in the country; Na so so Ajebutter pikins full that school oh! I braced myself for four years of hell.
In my first year, I followed the rules strictly.
When I remembered how much my parents were paying to keep me there I tried to avoid anything that would terminate my studies.
I avoided all the girls and kept strictly to my studies. But it was not easy; there were just too many fine girls. You should understand how I suffered, seeing pretty, s3xy girls with invitation of s-x written plainly on their faces, tantalizing you with their smiles and yet you can’t dare touch them. It’s like looking at honey in a tightly sealed, unbreakable glass. You can’t taste it.
You can only stare at it. The girls were willing to have s-x but the boys ran away from them because of the danger. That was the situation in my first year. I was a fresher and I had a fresher’s view of the school.
In my second year, I started having a clearer view of the school. I grew smarter. I realized the rules were only symbolical in many cases. If you know the rules well and know your way around, then you can always bend the rule to your favour. You can arrange with your babe, get a hotel in town and go on a whole weekend of s-x spree.
You can settle the gatemen and get out to attend parties. You can even sneak out during the night vigils and go clubbing in Lagos all night and come back by next morning. You can watch as much X-rated movies as you can. The only rule is ‘don’t get caught’ and I started mastering this rule. Money was not a problem.
Most of the students had six figure bank accounts; they can spend on anything they want.
In my second year, I met J-man, whose real name is Johnson. He was my roommate and he was a real bad boy in the ways of the k—y.
He introduced me to all the ways of circumventing the law. Johnson was a master f—ker. He has had s-x in every dark corner in the school. Most of the girls knew him for his reputation but he was so good and so smooth that he continued to ravage their kitties. I started leaving out time for some adventure though I still remain my good, innocent self. Then I met Rachel.