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|For Your Reading Pleasure by Koola(m): 9:24am On Jan 03|
This is my very time writing in this forum, and from what I hear this section has the best that there is. So all constructive criticisms are welcome.
This story is as true as my real name. No fictions. But the again real names wasn't used,but you probably know already.
Why that topic? I don't even know yet.
All right bla bla bla
You know the rest.
|Re: For Your Reading Pleasure by Koola(m): 9:30am On Jan 03|
My name is...... Call me Mr F.was born into a family of five. Three girls and two boys. Was born with a plastic spoon, not even steel, yeah! It was that bad. Growing up was both fun and miserable depending how one looks at it. Just like most impoverished families our only hope was in the all mighty..... My family were devout Catholics most of the time, and this contributed to my somewhat rigid nature.
To say that I hated girls was an understatement,i despised them, not cause of any particular wrong they or any of their kind did to me, but cause of the misconceptions that have been bamboozed into my medulla of their supposed evil ways,with my naivity I treated those who tried to come close with disdain,lije they were plagues little did I know that I would in the future come to love them more than I love to read.
Even with my uptight nature I got my very first heart break as a minor, was still in primary school then, one of the best among the numerous public school around(maybe that's why I didn't turn up so bad) but mind you it wasn't the kinda heart break you had in mind.... Nah it didn't involve a girl it was from been deprived of my entitlements as one the best pupils. I was in primary four then and the then First Lady was hosting a party for a select few in the municipality, the gist was that those who topped their classes last term was to represent our school and fortunately I was among those, as a matter of fact I topped my class throughout that session,Quite unfortunately too one of the pupils in my class was the ward of our miss(teacher) and my name was ommitted; replaced with his. It hurt me so much I still hold a grudge against the woman,cause not only did I miss meeting the first lady, I missed getting water bottle,and lots of other goodies.
As interesting as my primary school life was, it's holds little water to the intended expoze and at such have been jettisoned. By 2006 I was done with primary school and gained admission to the best there was.... Govt secondary school Owerri>called collage by some and govt college by others>>mostly ojingbo girls<<Getting admitted then wasn't a pot of beans so you can't help but applaud my primary school teachers who though under the worst circumstances shaped me to fit in that former citadel of learning(Oggsians would understand why I have lost enormous respect for their legacy)
The secondary school environment was just and ideal place for experiment and exploration but yet again I didnt partake in any of these frivolities as I perceived them to be then, and as God may have it I passed out unscathed,and was recognized as the best student in a particular subject(subject not relevant ) and only one destination awaited me, IMSU!!!
Though we were poor, my parents understood the importance of the education they didn't have enough of, and cause if these did everything within their powers to send us to school, including making us hawk wares and with this done on a daily basis,we were able to feed,clothe with a decent education. With what I saved up I purchased my jamb form after seeing my Waec results and as God may have it,i got up to 215 in one of those years when jamb was really dealing with people and it was while waiting for post Utme that I discovered girls...
Her name is chika, we played around in the name of dating for few months before graduation and never got the chance to be alone until the holidays,she was going for holiday classes while I was at home. With enough persaution she agreed to pay me a visit while going home and I was just lucky to be the only one at home. I was just chilling watching the ceilings when I heard knocks on the door of our two rooms face me I face you apartment,when i opened the curtain there she was in tank yellow top that hugged her not so huge breasts,with a tight,long jeans skirt.... Chika was fair in complexion,and saying she was just beautiful would be an insult to her enormous beauty, she was more than that and it made me wonder at times what i did to deserve her. Her waist was definitely older than her;made me wonder if she wasn't older than she claimed,her smiles could met a rock and looking at her beaming with them got me transfixed for seconds....i welcomed her and immediately offered her something to drink but she insisted on taking water, and after asking the unnecessary questions I was so lost as to how to engage her..
|Re: For Your Reading Pleasure by Koola(m): 9:34am On Jan 03|
Even though I've been practising...she sat directly opposite me, but to stand and get close to her seemed like a daunting task, but after remembering that almost all my friends have had their first kisse(s) and that it was a bragging right to which I was not entitled to, I pranced up like a kangaroo and knelt close to her, slowly moving my lips to meet her, she didn't move until I got very close but as I twisted my head to the right to fit in,she moved her head to the other side and that was the first hurdle that I had to cross, I could almost taste her lips on mine,all I needed was the right amount of 'preaching ' and of course a huge amount of begging. After what seemed like forever she Agreed to kiss me only for a few seconds but somehow I knew that was a lie..... When my lips touched hers, I felt out of the world, it was so blissful it's still gives a hard on when I think of it, and just as I predicted it lasted more than seconds and she seemed to have not had enough.... She moaned softly as my lips searched hers,and little moans only urged me on, for a few seconds she broke the kiss to ask me who taught me how to kiss(been practising with my mirror and with the overdose of porn) but of course I didn't tell her that, and is my kissed I saw my hand moving at its own to her right breast only to be cut short by her,with our lips still locked together I begged for her to let me touch her boobs even if it was through her clothes and surprisingly she granted the requested..
|Re: For Your Reading Pleasure by Koola(m): 9:35am On Jan 03|
What are thoughts so far?
|Re: For Your Reading Pleasure by Koola(m): 9:50am On Jan 03|
I fondled her like my life depended on it, but with utmost care that she raised her top to give me better access with her bra still on.... Just pressing the breast wasn't enough for had I got one of it out, she was now like a sheep in the claws of leapord; powerless!! And when my lips got to her nipples she jolted with exctacy and her moan got louder <ah yeah ha yea>she pulled her head back, giving me a clear view of her breast, though they were still in bondage and I continued to suck like I starved baby.... While on that she tressed her hands to my short locating my big black mamba, caressing it like it was gonna run away, slowly I left her right breast to feast on the left which have been starved of attention and I sucked she corresponded with gentle low moans that made my sick harder while still hold the duck ransom...when I felt I have had enough,i slowly went downward to unbutton her skirt and she resisted which left me no choice than to try and lift it up, as I did she still resisted but I was resilient and it soon paid of as I was face to face with her short black tight that was the Guardian angel to the gate(panties) of sweetness,slowly again I tired to slid down her tights and she refused when it felt like all hope was lost, I found my hand inside the tights looking for a way to maneuver her panties but she held strong and was just too obstinate.
Been determined I persisted and got through to her panties and the warm feeling that enveloped my fingers made me want for more just as I tried to get the first finger stocked inside her honey pot she twisted her whole body from pleasure my trying to urge me farther, but for some reasons I couldn't get my fingers to fit, it met a wall like layer and in those seconds it dawned on me that she was still a virgin. Out of ignorance I pulled out my fingers which was now wet with her juice out of her tight, bringing her back from the pleasure realm. She looked at me like I have done something wrong (I did) and with a hint of shame missed with what I still can't describe she wore back her clothes,pulled down her skirt and stared down. Been clueless I didn't say much (didn't know what to say) and a few minutes after staring at the carpets she wanted to start heading home, for some reasons that I still can't understand I apologized for what happened and she left me with a wet kiss and the promise of a rematch.
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