The Repentant Virgin: Episode 31

  

Previously on The Repentant Virgin: Episode 30

She must have appreciated the attention I gave her because she reciprocated by talking dirty although now I realized it must have been the effect of the alcohol. There was an abundance of snacks and drinks.

Amaka did not dance; she kept herself busy with the bottles of red wine while I whispered sweet obscenities into her ears. I was alarmed at the rate at which she drank. I couldn’t caution her as I was getting drunk myself. As the day wore on, we got drunk and talked dirtier. She started talking about how it would feel to bleep me.

I thought about her frivolous lifestyle, her reputation with the guys and how sexually experienced she would be. My desire to bleep her grew. I whispered into her ear.
“Would you like to walk around the house?”
She nodded. Instead, I led her into Kola’s bedroom. She didn’t even notice. She was still chatting even in the room when I told her I wanted to make love to her.

She laughed with squinting eyes and said I was joking, that it was because I was drunk. I said yes, but she was drunk too. We both started laughing. Then I kissed her. The fire of passion ignited instantly.

Her eyes were bright and happy, as if she had finally found something she had been looking for. My two hands reached behind her and unhooked her bra, setting free those twin huge oranges. The bosoms were big and succulent. I wasted no time in squeezing them softly while she moaned in pleasure.

The nips were thick and taut; an indication that she was aroused. The nips delighted me. I let my fingertips roam over them while I kissed her. Then I set my mouth on one of the nips, teasing the rosy tip with my tongue while I caressed the other tit. She let out a deep, wild groan as if she was losing control of herself.

She slid a hand inside my trousers and grabbed my engorged instrument. I sighed as a wave of pleasure surged through me. Then she went down and helped remove my trousers and boxers. I let out a gasp as my rock-hard dk fell into her hands. She sighed with pleasure at the sight and didn’t hesitate to work on me; first with her fingers, then with her mouth.

I felt my dk sliding into her mouth like a hot knife slicing through butter. OMG! That was crazy. I felt I had died and gone to heaven. She had a piercing on her tongue and she had a silver ring there that continuously caressed my dik and created a very pleasant feeling. I almost climaxed and released in her mouth.

I had to push her head away gently when she would not let go. She seemed to have gone crazy. I looked into her eyes; she looked hungry and wild. “Please make love to me.” she pleaded, panting breathlessly
I smiled smugly, happy that I was dominating the game.

“Be patient baby, am coming soon.” I said.
I thought in my mind that I was going to give her the bleeping of her life and never again would she take me for a fool. I removed her shorts and panties carefully, then I proceeded to caress her inner thighs gently, letting her soak in the pleasure. I wanted to torture her with the pleasure, delaying my entrance.

I wanted her to scream for me. I could feel her body shaking with spasms and I wondered why her response would be that intense if she was so experienced. As I moved my hand to dip my fingers inside her juice hole, she touched me.

“Please.” I heard her. But there was an emotional tenderness in her voice that disturbed me. I looked into her eyes and realized she was crying silently. Tears flowed freely down her pretty face and suddenly she looked innocent.

“Please be gentle baby. I love you baby.” She said tenderly I put my finger in her juice hole and was surprised to encounter the soft barrier, associated with juice holes that have never received joysticks. I was shocked, she was a virgin; pure and untouched despite all her liaisons with men, she had kept her virginity only to give it freely to me.

Suddenly she was no more Amaka the sexy slut. She was suddenly real to me, as a girl with emotions and passions, as someone who was giving her body to me with the hope that I treasure her in my hands and in my heart. My heart sank because I realized I couldn’t give her what she wanted. She had made a great mistake, she had fallen in love with me but I didn’t even care about her.

All I wanted was her body. A little sting of guilt pricked me at that moment and I contemplated whether to do it or not.
Folks, if you were in my shoes, would you do it? Responses needed please.

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Story: Anonymous Writer

Edited: by Engr. Stanley Orji

Published on Eastanmusic Ent