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[Continued from Episode 11...]

***AT POLICE HOSPITAL, IKEJA***

It was a few hours until I finally saw Michael’s doctor come out to tell me what was going on. Isioma stood with me – her sister holding my hand through this hard time.

“Mrs. Okoronkwo?” The doctor called out.

“Yes! That’s me! What’s wrong with my husband?” I asked in a shaky voice.

The doctor looked at Isioma. “Can you excuse us for a minute?”

Isioma agreed and left. The doctor turned back to look at me. His face didn’t look as if he had good news.

“Mrs. Okoronkwo, your husband has suffered some serious brain damage.”

I looked confused. “B-brain damage? How?”

“Does your husband do drugs?”

I frowned. “No, of course not. He’s a police officer.”

“Yes I know he is, but that still doesn’t make him a saint. I’ve know ACP (Assistant Commissioner of Police) Okoronkwo a few years now and I know he’s probably not the type of person to use drugs. I also know that he’s been sleeping with my niece Sophia.”

I gulped. “She’s you’re niece?”

“That’s right. Now if he didn’t take the drugs then you probably gave him drugs.”

“D-drugs? N-no not me! Why are you accusing me?”

“Because the drug you gave him is Toloache. It comes from a plant in Central America, which is used to make one hallucinate. It is often used as a sort of mind control drug. I know Sophia had mentioned to my wife that she was going to be living with your husband and I know you, as a wife could not be so calm about it. Plus it shows that the drug was taken in a large amount not too long ago.”

I thought about the blue powder that the Prophetess had given me. It was drugs not some love potion like my naive mind had thought.

“It shows he’s been drinking fruit juice too which were what the paramedics saw on the dinning table of your home. Now Mrs. Okoronkwo you know you can go to jail for attempted murder on a serving high-ranking police officer of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, and the law doesn’t give a hoot whether you’re his wife or not?”

I looked frightened. “No doctor I can’t go to jail. Who would take care of my husband?”

The doctor crossed his arms and stared at me. “That’s what I thought too. I’m not going to have my niece, Sophia, taking care of someone who can’t care for her needs. Now I’m going to keep all this behind closed doors but you have to take care of your husband. If you don’t you are going to jail is that understood?”

“Y-yes. I will take care of him. How bad is the brain damage?”

The doctor shrugged. “Very severe. He will need help being fed, changed, and you would need to keep an eye on him almost every single minute. He’s like a child now. He’s completely helpless – a vegetable. He cannot be without you.”

I closed my eyes and wanted to die.

[To be concluded in Episode 13]

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[Continued from Episode 10...]

***NEXT DAY***

Michael walked into our house feeling somewhat frightened. He expected to see me with red puffy eyes and looking really dressed down, but instead I was sitting in the living room drinking a bottle of Guinness Extra Stout and dressed in a short green and white dress with matching strap shoes.

“I came to get the rest of my things,” My husband began slowly.

I smiled. “Michael, before you leave can we talk? Please?”

Michael seemed baffled. “Talk? About what?”

I stood up slowly walking towards my husband. “About us.”

“There’s nothing to talk about Felicia I already told you that I’m leaving. I’m sorry.”

“Look here have a seat and let me get you something to drink. I just want you to hear me out OK? Please can I at least have that?”

My husband hesitated at first but gave in. “Fine.” He took a seat and looked up at me.

I grinned. “Thank you. Let me get you something to drink. What would you like?”

“Just water is fine.”

“No. Not water, I mean wouldn’t you rather have milk or fruit juice?”

“Felicia, come on now no games!” My husband said frustrated.

“Well I mean it’s just that I think milk or fruit juice would be better since it’s hot this afternoon.”

“Fine fruit juice. You know I don’t like milk.”

I nodded and rushed to the kitchen. I could see him in the living room constantly checking his watch as if he was in a hurry to leave.

“After this drink, you won’t want to leave. You’ll be mine the way you were meant to be,” I said to herself.

“Felicia could you hurry up I need to go soon. Sophia will be waiting,” Michael called out.

I felt angry just hearing that woman’s name. I grabbed the bag of blue powder Mother Agatha – the prophetess – gave me, and did the two pinches as I was instructed and watched it dissolve in the fruit juice. I was about to go out and give my husband the orange juice, when I realized I needed this stuff to work fast. I smiled deviously and poured two large spoonfuls of the powder.

“Here you go,” I said cheerfully handing him his juice.

Michael sighed and took a long hard gulp. I watched and my smile grew bigger as my husband began to lay his head back looking so relaxed.

“Honey? Are you OK?” I asked.

Michael moaned. “Yeah I’m fine. I’m kind of sleepy though.”

“I’ll be right back,” I said getting up and rushed to my room to make sure my makeup and hair was still in tact. I was going to make love to my husband. I needed him.

I dabbed some perfume on my neck and was about to reapply my lipstick when I heard screaming. It was Michael.

I ran out of my room and my eyes widened as I saw my husband laying on the ground screaming his head off.

“Michael! What’s wrong?” I yelled out paranoid.

“I’m burning up! I’m going to fry!” Michael continued to scream.

I panicked I had no clue what was going on. I got on my knees trying to make him stop kicking. His arms were waving in the air as if he was trying to put out a fire.

“Make it stop! Make it stop!” He shrilled.

“Make what stop? Michael what’s wrong?” I felt tears coming out of my eyes.

“Ahhrrrhhhhhhh!” My husband cried out. He wouldn’t stop shaking.

“I’m calling the family doctor at the Police Hospital in Ikeja,” I said and rushed to the phone.

(To be Continued in Episode 12…. )

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[Continued from Episode 9...]

***LATER THAT SAME DAY***

“If I were you, I’d be celebrating Felicia!” Isioma said to me – her sister.

I sobbed as my sister held me. “Isioma, he’s such an a**hole but I love him! He is my husband!”

Isioma felt so enraged with Michael. He shouldn’t have done that to her sister. He was so heartless!

“Sis, just let it go. Let him go.” She said to me.

I pulled back from my sister’s embrace and wiped my tears. “No. I won’t. I told you I’m not losing him. He’s my husband! Not my lover, or a boyfriend, my husband! Don’t you see how much that means to me?”

Isioma nodded. “Yes I do. I’m sorry but I just figure it’s for the better to let him go.”

“No way. I’m keeping him not only because I’m still married to him but also because this woman isn’t going to do anything for him. I already know how he likes his food cooked or what TV shows to record for him. This other woman doesn’t!”

Isioma hated to see me in pain. “Listen Felicia. I’ve got an idea to help you since I hate seeing you this way. I know a woman. Her name is Mother Agatha and she is a… well… she is a white garment prophetess”

I frowned. “I’m not doing voodoo on him!” I interrupted.

Isioma laughed. “No not that. She might be able to give you something to make him stay.”

“Oh? Like what?”

Isioma sighed. “Well, remember Chukwudi?”

I nodded. Chukwudi had been one of Isioma’s boyfriends.

“Well for a while, he wasn’t performing as good as I wanted him to in bed if you know what I mean? I went to her and she gave me this sort of potion to pour on the bed. That same night Chukwudi and I made love and wow! Let me tell you it was the best f^ck I had ever had!”

I looked edgy. “I don’t know Isioma. That sounds a bit too extreme.”

isioma shrugged. “Oh well then I guess you’ll have to say goodbye to your husband.”

I thought about it and kept trying to push the idea out of my mind. Finally I came up with my own conclusion.

***AT MOTHER AGATHA’s TEMPLE***

“You’re Mother Agatha right?” I asked the tall skinny 50 something year old prophetess.

The prophetess nodded slowly and never took her eyes off me. “Yes that’s right. Who gave you my contact?”

“My sister did. I really need your help.”

The prophetess offered me a seat on a soft green velvet couch. I looked around and saw tons of candles being burnt. Mother Agatha left the temple temporarily and came back carrying a small bag with blue powder.

I looked puzzled. “Do you know why I’m here? Did my sister tell you?”

Mother Agatha’s brown eyes met with mine. “I don’t even know who you’re sister is. I see different people each day asking me to help them. I can’t keep track of everyone’s name.”

I laughed nervously. “Of course not. I’m sorry.”

“No need for apologies. The one that needs to apologize is your husband for leaving you.”

I felt shocked that this woman knew this about me. “How did you…”

“I know it all my daughter,” The prophetess interrupted. “Archangels Michael and Uriel are standing behind you…. Chaaaakpurrrru!! Holy!!! Holy!!!!! hmmmmmmmm!”

I was amazed. “Wow you must be good.”

The prophetess handed me the small pack of the blue powder. “Here now take this powder and mix it with liquid, tea preferably or fruit juice but not water because it can be seen in ordinary water.”

I stared at the blue powder. “How much do I put?”

“Just put about two pinches worth and you’ll see the results that same day I guarantee it.”

I felt excited. “Thank you so much!”

Mother Agatha never smiled. “You’re welcome but please just be careful with that and keep feeding it to him slowly over time. Once the bag is finished he’ll be all yours and never leave you again. Holy!!!” She rang her bell 7 times.

I left that night carrying the bag. I knew I was going overboard with all this prophetess stuff but I had to do what I had to do to keep my husband. He’d be back the next day to pack the rest of his things, and that’s where I would get my chance. I had thought to myself.

(To be continued in episode 11… )

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[Continued from Episode 8...]

I didn’t move. I felt frozen. “W-what?”

“I’m leaving you. I can’t be with you anymore. This marriage is nothing but you always checking up on me and acting so jealous.” My husband said.

I stood up angrily. “Of course I’m jealous! You’re always flirting or talking to some other woman instead of me!”

Michael also stood up and paced the room. “That may be and that’s why I can’t stay with you.” He muttered at me.

I felt tears swelling in my eyes. My lower lip trembled. “You can’t do this to me. I’ve given you 18 years of my life and this is how you repay me?”

Michael felt his heart ache a bit but he had to do this. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you it’s just that I’m in love with someone else.”

“Who? That Sophia bitch?”

My husband almost felt like slapping me but he didn’t. He’d never hurt a woman physically. “That’s enough Felicia. But if you must know then yes it is Sophia. I’m in love with Sophia.”

I laughed as tears fell down my face. “Oh you think you love her? You only f^ck her and that’s all. Was she there for you when you were sick? Was she there for you when you’re mother died? Does she wash, clean, and cook for you? I don’t think so!”

Michael felt angrier now. He walked out the room and rushed upstairs. I followed him. My husband had to get out of the house immediately.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked watching him get a suitcase out of our closet.

“I’m leaving you nfor good, my dear Felicia. I already told you.”

My tears were making me almost see blurry. “Michael please! Stay!” I begged grabbing his arm.

He pulled away and continued to pack his clothes. “No! I’m leaving! That’s final Felicia!”

I sobbed and knew I had no power to stop him. I just sat back and watched him pack his things and walk out the room. Before he left, he looked back and saw me sitting there staring at him.

“I’ll be back for the rest of my things tomorrow. I’m sorry Felicia.”

With that, he left leaving me with a broken heart.

[To be Continued in Episode 10…]

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[Continued from Episode 7...]

Michael looked uneasy. “Yes eventually, but-” He was trying to say to Sophia.

“Ah I knew it. You want me to continue to wait longer. Well you know what? I can’t.” Sophia snapped back at my husband.

Michael looked confused.

“That’s right I can’t. As much as I’m in love with you, I can’t spend my entire life waiting and hoping you’ll leave your wife.” Sophia had also said.

“Sophy, please try and understand me.”

“No Michael. I’m tired of all this fooling around in secret. I want everyone to know I’m with you.”

My husband sighed and laid back. He was in love with Sophia but feared leaving me. After all i had been through with him for 18 years. He had seen other women besides Sophia but once he met Sophia, he couldn’t see other women. She was an incredible woman and he couldn’t deny that.

“Listen, I’ll talk to Felicia tonight and I’ll let her know.” Michael told his mistress.

Sophia’s green eyes widened. “Really? Please tell me you’re not lying.”

Michael kissed her forehead. “No I’m not. I will talk to her tonight. I don’t love Felicia the way I used to. Ever since I met you, you’re all I can think about.”

Sophia felt her heart flutter. She wanted my husband ever since she first laid eyes of him and she wasn’t going to stop until he became

***AT HOME WHEN MY HUSBAND RETURNED***

“Was there a lot of traffic? Is that why you’re late?” I asked as my hsuband walked in.

Michael groaned. “Oh please Felicia don’t start now. I just got in after a long days work.”

I moved closer to my husband. “I know I’m sorry. I just worry you know.”

He sat down on the kitchen table and looked up at me – his wife. “Stop worrying about me Felicia. Listen we have to talk.”

I didn’t feel good about the conversation I was about to have with my husband. I sat down with him on the table. I looked at him full of concern.

“Felicia I’m leaving you,” Michael said flat out.

(To be Continued in Episode 9…. ]

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[Continued from Episode 5...]

***MEANWHILE AT SOPHIA EDO’s HOUSE SAME DAY***

“Well now if it isn’t my favorite police officer!” Sophia squealed as she opened her front door.

Michael – my husband smiled wickedly at his mistress and stepped inside her house putting his hands all over her body. He kissed Sophia’s lips and neck full of passion. She put her arms around my husband pulling him closer. Sophia giggled as she felt his hot breath all over her skin.

“Whoa! Slow down there officer,” she laughed.

Michael growled holding her tight keeping her from escaping his embrace. “I’m not going to slow down damnit! I need you, Sophia!”

He picked her up and carried her over to her bedroom. It was their usual Bleep fest on Saturday mornings. Michael worked on Saturdays until noon, but he always lied to me that he had to stay at work every Saturday till 6pm. Sophia’s little body fell on the bed and Michael began to take off his uniform. Sophia looked up at him smiling with her white eyes glowing. She let her fingers begin to untie her robe. She was completely naked underneath.

Michael almost froze for a moment. He loved looking at his lover’s naked body. She had big supple b**bs with large dark nipples. Her p^ssy was almost shaved having only a small strip of soft hair proving she was a natural slut. He gulped and licked his lips.

“You like what you see?” Sophia asked playfully.

My husband could only nod. His c*ck was throbbing desperately wanting to be inside his lover. He finished removing his uniform and stood naked. His cock was sticking out and Sophia’s eyes widened. She loved to look at his engorged member.

“See how much you turn me on? Damnit Sophia I’ve never been so turned on by any other woman!” Michael grunted.

Sophia bit her lower lip and blushed. “Well then, come get me. I need to be f^cked so good right now Michael.”

He slipped his hand down and began to play with Sophia’s p^ssy. He lightly pinched her clit with his fingers and massaged it. Sophia felt as if she was in heaven. His touch on her p^ssy was making her squirm and want more.

“Ooh that feels good! Keep playing with my p^ssy!” She yelped.

Michael took turns rubbing on her clit and fingering her wet p^ssy. He wanted to make sure she came first before he began thrust his c*ck in and out very slowly enjoying the feeling of a tight little honeypot. He rubbed her clit harder feeling it swell up in his fingers. He flicked it fast with his fingers feeling her body tense up. Her arched and she felt her body shake.

“I’m c-cumming! Oh Michael! Feel me cum!” Sophia screamed.

Michael felt her juices sliding down his fingers and then began to thrust his hips hard making his c*ck ram into her p^ssy fast and hard. His balls were slapping up against her lovehole and his balls began to throb sending hot long shots of sperm into his lover’s p^ssy.

“Arrrghhhhhh f^ck! I’m cumming too! I’m fuckin’ cumming!” My husband was panting as each shot of cum spurted out of his aching c*ck.

“Gush! That was f^ckin’ incredible!” Michael said breathlessly feeling his c*ck soften and slide out of Sophia’s honeypot.

“I love you,” she said softly after a few seconds.

Michael didn’t hesitate. “I love you too.”

She turned her body until she was on her back. Michael traced his fingers on her b**bs.

“Michael? Are you planning on leaving Felicia – your wife soon?” Sophia asked.

[To be Continued in Episode 8…]

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[Continued from Episode 5...]

“I told you a million times that he’s no good,” Isioma, my sister was saying the next day over breakfast. I had told her about the previous night when Michael was dancing with Sophia.

“I’m not going to leave him Isioma. It’s easy for you to say because you’ve never been married. You don’t know a single thing about marriage.”

Isioma took a sip of her Lipton drink and scoffed. “I may not know about marriage but I know about keeping my dignity.”

I sighed frustrated. I loved my younger sister more than anything, but I was tried of having Isioma always tell me to leave Michael and talk bad about him. Deep down I knew Isioma was halfway right though.

“He’s just a charming man that’s all. He can’t help it if women flirt with him.”

Isioma rolled her eyes. “Yeah that’s a lame excuse. Felicia, you’re his wife and he should respect you enough not to be flirting with other women. He doesn’t seem to respect you at all.”

“That’s enough Isioma I don’t want to talk about this. I’m telling you that I’m never leaving Michael no matter what. I love him and that’s that.”

isioma eyed her me cautiously. “Just make sure you do the right thing. Don’t stay in a marriage just because you feel you have to.”

“I’m not. I love Michael. I’d do anything to keep him. I’m not going to lay back and let any woman take my husband. Oh no! I’ll fight for him.”

isioma shook her head. “Sis, you are hopeless.”

[To be Continued in Episode 7.... ]

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[Continued from Episode 4...]

We kissed hard and with passion. I held my husband close never wanting that moment to go away. My heart raced and I felt my body weak from the intense orgasm.

“Baby, see what you do to me?” I said playfully.

My husband laughed wickedly and raised his body up. He put my legs on his chest and looked at my pretty face. “We’re not done yet sweetheart. It’s my turn to cum. I’m going to shoot my load in you.”

I felt my lovehole aching for my husband’s cock. “Yes! Please do. f^ck me good!”

Michael grabbed his hard on and aimed it to my cunt. He slipped it in fast, I was so wet. My p^ssy grasped his cock nicely and he began to thrust his hips fucking my hard the way I liked it.

“Hmmmghhh damn you feel so good. I know I’m going to cum so fuckin’ hard in your p^ssy,” Michael groaned.

The room was filled with moans. I loved having him inside of me. He always made sure to put his cock deep inside of me making me cum every time. I loved the way he bleeped me so fast and full on passion.

Michael was thrusting harder now and going so fast it was making my tits move around violently. He reached down and pinched my sensitive nipples hard making me almost yelp. I felt that hard rush once again. I wanted to cum.

“F^ck! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum on your c*ck!” I wailed.

“I-I’m cumming too! Cum with me baby!” Michael grunted.

We both came simultaneously. I felt my husband shoot his cum inside of me. It was three or four hard spurts followed two lighter ones. I loved feeling him unload all his cum inside of me.

Michael collapsed next to me – his wife breathlessly. We kissed again and I snuggled up against my husband. I ran my hand all over his sweaty hard chest and smiled. I had him good. I knew I’d taken his mind off Sophia Edo. Or at least, I hoped so.

(To be Continued in Episode 6…)

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[Continued from Episode 3...]

I moaned in my husband’s kiss. He always managed to excite me no matter what. He broke our passionate kiss and moved his mouth down to my b**bs. He took turns sucking and licking my nipples. I loved his hands all over me. His touch was so warm and strong. He stood up and took his boxers off showing me his huge thick erection. My mouth watered.

“I need that in me,” I whispered.

“You shall have it my dear. But first I want to taste your honeypot.”

I blushed and spread my legs open giving my husband full access to my p^ssy. He got on his knees at the edge of the bed and kissed my thighs slowly. I could feel his hot breath getting closer to my cunt.

“Ooh gosh! Lick me!” I moaned.

Michael stuck his head between my legs and spread my p^ssy lips open letting my swollen clit peak out. He ran his tongue slowly up and down on it teasing her. I squirmed on the bed.

“Yes! More! Lick me faster! S^ck my clit!” I screamed out.

Michael obeyed and let his tongue flick fast on my aching clit. His lips clamped it as well making me moan and beg for more p^ssy eating. He loved the way I tasted so sweet and myt juices were so warm coating his lips. My smell was completely intoxicating.

“Oh honey I need to cum! You’re going to make me cum!” I cooed.

Michael slipped one finger inside my moist hole letting me get more pleasure. I felt my body quivering from his tongue and lips. I didn’t want to cum so soon but I couldn’t hold back. My body tightened and L felt my body explode.

“Arrrhhhhgghhh! Mmmmgghhhh!” I cried out as my body shook violently.

Michael could feel my cunt muscles constrict on his finger. My juices oozed out slowly letting him lap them up. He raised his body up and kissed me letting me have a taste of my own sweet Honeypot.

(To be continued in Episode 5… )

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[Continued from Episode 2…. ]

Michael kept his eyes on on me. He sat down slowly on our king-sized bed. I reached behind and began to unzip my long dress. The dress slowly became loose falling off my shoulders and down my chest moving down to my long slender legs. Michael stared as I stood with my lacey red bra and matching red panties. Red was my color indeed.

“Now that’s the way I like you,” My husband said playfully.

I giggled and slipped out of my red heels letting the dress fall to the floor completely. I walked slowly towards my husband. Michael opened his arms out to me. He wrapped his arms around my tiny waist and kissed my flat belly very gently. I watched my husband kiss me downwards towards my honeypot and his hands tugged at my panties beginning to pull them down. I eased back a bit letting Michael slip my red panties down my legs. I shaved that morning, knowing he loved me to be baby smooth. My panties came off and his hands went to unhook my bra from behind.

“I love you,” I said softly as my bra slowly came down my shoulders and fell of my chest. My brown nipples were pert.

“Mmm don’t you look delicious? Lay back here baby. Let me arrange you,” My husband rasped.

I felt my heart flutter and lay on the bed. The feel of the satin sheets made my body tingle. My husband leaned down and planted a long wet kiss on my lips. Our tongues met slowly gliding against one another. His hands went down to touch my breasts. He began to tug and pinch each nipple as we continued to kiss.

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[Continued from Episode 1…. ]

Michael shrugged. “It wouldn’t bother me Felicia. You know I trust you and you should trust me.”

It was then I knew it was hopeless talking to my husband at that party.

Heading back home we drove in silence. I looked out the window most of the time staring into the darkness of the night. I still felt angry with Michael for dancing almost the entire night with Sophia. He’d talked to Sophia more than he did with me.

We pulled up to our parking lot, and Michael put the car on park still not saying a word. He got off the car not bothering to say a word to me. I walked back into the house trailing my husband. I felt guilty for feeling jealous but then again I had every right to be jealous. My biggest fear had always been to lose Michael to another woman. I couldn’t have that. Throughout the years I began to understand why many women stay with their cheating husbands, to hold on to a marriage.

Once I finished locking up, I found Victor drinking a glass of water in the kitchen. He looked at me and nodded his head.

“This night would have been perfect if only you hadn’t acted like such a child Felicia.”

My eyes saddened. “I’m sorry. I just hate seeing other women practically clawing you.” I said.

Michael walked away again leaving me alone in the kitchen. I followed him to the bedroom and he was beginning to get out of his party clothes. His hard chest and stomach were exposed making me aroused. His trousers came off next until he was left with his dark blue boxers and nothing else. I just stared at my handsome husband. A smile began to form on my lips.

“What?” Michael asked frustrated.

“I want to make love,” I said softly.

(To be continued in Episode 3…)

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I felt my blood boiling as I watched my husband dancing with her. By her, I meant Sophia Edo – a tall slim woman. It was at Gilbert Nwachukwu’s home as Gilbert celebrated his new position as Commissioner of Police in Lagos. My husband, Micheal worked as an Assistant Commissioner of Police in charge of administration, and often we got invited to fancy parties and dances. Sophia was a crime reporter and knew a lot of the police officers that shake things up in Lagos state. She was always at the parties as well and that’s where she’d met Michael (my husband) and I.

At first, I noticed Michael’s eyes looking at the pretty young reporter. Sophia seemed to be staring at Michael as well. It was all innocent flirting at first. I tried to be open minded thinking that my husband would never cheat on me. Michael had grown up in a loving and respectable family with good morals. I did trust my husband but didn’t trust the 30-year-old Sophia. Sophia was very pretty, I had to admit. Any man would probably die to go out with her.

I wasn’t ugly at all. I was a bit older than Sophia being 38 years old and had shoulder length black hair and soft white eyes. My body was kept very nice by going to the gym almost every day and watching what I ate. My husband Michael was 41 and very handsome. His hair was jet-black and eyes was soft brown. He too kept fit for his job and for himself.

I leaned my head against a wall sipping on my third glass of wine. Michael and Sophia were dancing almost cheek to cheek and laughing. I could see Michael whispering things in Sophia’s ear making her blush. I noticed all the other guests at the party staring at me wondering why in the world I wasn’t the one dancing with my own husband.

After dancing with Sophia, Michael looked across the room to see me – his jealous wife. My eyes pierced at him. He knew I was angry. He excused himself with Sophia and made his way over to me – his wife. He had to admit I looked quite stunning in my long red velvet dress that was low cut showing off my nice small cleavage.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” Michael said sarcastically to me.

“I’m not. If you danced any closer with that woman, I would have thought you’d be f^cking her right here in front of everyone.”

Michael sighed. “Felicia, let’s not go through this again. I told you, she’s a friend that’s all.”

“Oh a friend? Yeah I really buy that.”

Michael grabbed a glass of wine as a waiter passed by and took a long hard sip.

“You have to trust me. You know the way I am with women.”

I had to admit that it was true. Ever since I’d been married to Michael for over 18 years, I’d seen the way he flirted with other women. I couldn’t figure out if it was just his charming ways or if indeed he was not a one-woman man. I’d held on to the marriage because I was in love with him. I was crazy about him. How could I not be? I felt lucky at times knowing he’d chosen me and not some other woman to marry. I knew a lot of married men cheated but yet they still always came home to their wives no matter what.

“I know the way you are and I am getting tired of it. You should have seen the look on everyone’s face when you were out there dancing with that… slut.”

Michael put his glass down. “She’s not a slut, Felicia. Why do you think every woman that talks to me or is a bit nice to me is a slut?”

“What do you want me to think? I mean would you like it if I were dancing with other men?” I asked.

(To be Continued in Episode 2…)

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Megadon109:
An experience u regret, and u are narrating it with such a tone? hmmm sister ...

yes

[Continued from Episode 11… ]

Three weeks later, I started noticing my breast was becoming heavier. I wondered what could have been the cause. I was also due to see my menses but it didn’t come. I became a little worried so I discussed with Assumpta who advised me to go for a pregnancy test. I couldn’t believe it could have been pregnancy. However, I went for a urine test to check for possible pregnancy.

It turned out I had taken in. Brother Timothy had put me in a family way. I was confused. I had never done an abortion before. “What am I going to do?” I kept thinking “because I’m starting to show with Brother Timothy’s baby or the other option is to have an abortion without telling anyone.”

But I told both Timothy and Fr. Paul. To my amazement, Fr. Paul denied ever seeing my unclothedness, but Timothy accepted. And took me to a private clinic for D & C. He paid N40,000 for the abortion. I went for it, but the Dr. was inexperienced as we later got to find out. He somehow made cuts in my womb that kept me bleeding for 2 extra days, and it was becoming a serious medical complication. I had to open-up to my mother, when I couldn’t hide it no more.

I was rushed to IBB Specialist hospital, Minna where the situation was arrested, but I was told that even though I had survived the medical complications, I’d never be able to conceive for the rest of my life. My mother took the matter to the then Bishop of Minna Diocese, who was bitter about the whole experience. Fr. Paul was suspended and later transferred out of St. Theresa’s Parish, and Timothy was rusticated from the seminary.

Please, never let anyone; whether pastor, imam, reverend, mallam, deacon, alfa, rev. father or, daddy G.O as most General Overseers are called by members of their respective congregations lead you astray. Always stand your ground against immoral sexual relations no matter from whom the advances may be coming from.

I’m not particular about any church or religion as my story may appear. It’s just my experience, but I know a similar situation occur in almost all churches and religion.

You’re the architect of your own spiritual journey on earth. Deify no man! Never deify any man who calls himself a man of God or servant of God. Many of them are servants of the Church and not of God. Many of them would commit unimaginable havoc in the dark, if given the opportunity. Open your spiritual eyes and ears to discern the truth. This is the key difference most of you have not come to know. Deify only God and Him alone.

I wish I knew better!

Janet Effiong.

Minna, Niger state.

-End-

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[Continued from Episode 10… ]

“Come on,“ I said. “Let’s eat the food we came here with. After all of that I’m hungry.”

“Shouldn’t we get dressed first”? Brother Timothy asked.

“Why, are you cold? Sit down” I said.”

We sat on a towel and ate our rice and stew and talked..

“This must be the first time you ever saw a mature woman completely naked.”

“No,” he said, “and its not the first time I handled tits either.”

I was shocked. He seemed so innocent…so pure. I thought I was the first and felt a bit jealous.
”Was it your girlfriend?” I asked.

“Gosh, no,”

“Oh,” I said “Well, who then? Tell me about it.”

“Well, after my 1st year in the seminary known as “spiritual” year, I came home for holiday. Coincidentally, a nun came to spend a day or two at the parish house while my Fr. Paul was away. She was a lot older than me – maybe 20 or 21 years old and really well endowed and attractive… Oh! let’s leave that gist for another day, Jane.”

“Hmmm, interesting.” I said.

I was sitting cross-legged across from him sipping a LaCasera. He turned and faced me and my p^ssy was exposed to his view, a sight I am sure he never had before in a long time. What an education the seminarian was getting. I looked over at him and saw his c*ck was nodding in spurts like the head of an agama lizard, growing bigger with each spurt. I watched, fascinated. at the expansion process.

“It looks like Lazarus has risen from the dead.” I mocked. “That’s quite a trick. How do you do it.”

“It’s an allusion,“ he said . “It’s done to deceive naughty girls.”

“Then I must be a naughty girl.“ I said and crawled over to where he was sitting. I reached down and encircled his scrotum. “Are the little marbles in here your balls?” I asked“

“Yes, but be careful how you play with them. They are very sensitive.”

I took his c*ck in my other hand. “Now I have a bolt and two nuts. What should I make?”

“How about a good time.“ Brother Timothy said.

I smiled. Finally I was going to get what I had been looking for all these while. “I can go for that.”
He was stretched out on the towel. I got on top of him “I‘m going to ride you unprotected. You ready for the ride.”.

“Hold your heart,“ I said and I mounted him. Placing a knee on each side and my middle over his c*ck. Then I eased it in to my cunt.

“Be gentle” I said before I eased myself down on his d*ck, careful as it hit a barrier. It broke through and it felt like a pin prick and then I rode him up and down. up and down, and then back and forth with my clit*ris rubbing against him. I could feel the warmth of his ejection surging into me and the that same time I climaxed.

I groaned and felt warm all over and pulled his face up to mine. “Oh thank you, thank you, I said.” That was so… so.. oh so thrilling.

“You are one great rider.” Brother Timothy said.

I took a tissue paper and wiped the semen dripping down my leg. Brother Timothy watched me do that as his penis went down to the size of a peanut. We lay on the towel and looked up at the darkening sky.

“Isn’t s*x wonderful“ I said. “And you plan to live the rest of your life without it. That’s crazy.” Those were the same words Fr. Paul told me that day I went for interview so I could be selected for admission into the convent. I mean that day he broke my virginity.
“You know, sex is a problem,” Brother Timothy said. “That experience with nun at the parish house haunted me through my seminary days. How do you erase that image from your mind, your experience. That body, that breast, that… that pubic area and the touch of her on my penis. I suffered. I agonized I would lay in bed at night trying to get to sleep and visions of her body, her touch would come into my head and every time I would get — my penis would get rigid and throb and I would have to get up and take a shower or read – try to think of something else.”

“ Why didn’t you just go the bathroom and jerk off,” I said. “Get some relief. Everyone does it. You must have thought of that.”

“Yes, but I couldn’t. That is a mortal sin and it was drilled into us from an early age that you mustn’t touch yourself like that. And it isn’t just the church. Everybody said that – the Boy Scouts, everybody. So I never did.“

It was getting dark. I snuggled over to Brother Tim and felt the comfort of his body next to mine. “I love being here with you like this, “I said. “I don’t want to ever leave.” I reached up and kissed his lips. We were still naked as we lay on the towel. Then I reached down and started playing with his penis which was flaccid, After a few squeezes it started to stiffen and come back to life. “We have to go soon, “ I said. “ How about one more f^ckaroo? I should say one more mortal sin.” He laughed and rolled over on top of me. “Think you can find the lovehole?” I asked him.

“That’s not a hole. It’s a cave of unimaginable delights, a labyrinth of secret pleasure, a path of … of”

“Stop the babble and get the hell in there. I’m aching for it.” He made a couple stabs without success so I had to take hold of his shaft and guide it into my slit. Oh it felt so good and since he had already cum a couple times he could stay longer. He lifted his body with his toes so his weight shifted to the area where my clit*ris was and he began to grind kind of in a circle and it felt so good and I gasped and then I had the greatest orgasm I had ever had in my life. Oh Gosh! It was so wonderful. And when it was over and he got out of me I couldn’t stop throbbing.. Finally I calmed down. “Timothy, I said,” when you say your prayers tonight thank God for inventing sex.”

(To be Concluded in Episode 12… )

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[Continued from Episode 9... ]

Brother Timothy looked at my b**bs a long time,

“They’re gorgeous, just beautiful.”

He reached out as though to touch them but then withdrew his hand.

“Guess I should tell you a dirty little secret,“ he said.

“Ever since I first saw you and that beautiful figure in the parish house standing beside Fr. Paul, I have been dying to take them in my hands and just feel them.”

“Well why don’t you. Nobody’s stopping you here at Gurara Water Falls.”

“My conscience is. It’s… it’s a mortal sin.”

“Oh mortal what? Something priests do all the time? Spare me that bull shit,” I said and grabbed his hands and pushed them onto my tits.

A look of total joy shown on his beautiful face. He gently squeezed each one, fingered the nipples, and dipped his head down to lick and s^ck them.

”Geez!” Brother Timothy exclaimed “They’re so round and firm.” “

“And succulent like. Just like water melon.” I mocked.

Then with his hands on my tits he stood up and kissed me as he never had before, deep and passionately. While he was occupied I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall. He was so intent on my upper body he didn’t realize I stood totally naked there, at a hidden area in Gurara Water falls. I took one of his hands from my breast and moved it slowly down to my stomach, my abdomen and when it reached my pubic hair he looked startled and took a step back.

“Here comes another mortal sin.“ I said and rubbed his hand against my clitoris, and on down to my vulva and vagina.

“Stick your finger up that lovehole and see what you find.” I said, and he did.

“Geez, It’s all wet.” He said. “What did you do,pee?”

“Gosh!” I said, “You don’t know anything about women, do you? I’ll explain it all to you later. And no, I didn’t pee.”

Now he started massaging me again and he caressed that whole area tenderly over and over again. Suddenly I just gasped, moaned, let out a cry threw my head back.

“What happened?” Brother Timothy asked. “Are you all right?”

I was still breathing heavily. “Yeah, Timothy I’m all right. I just had an orgasm.”

“A what?”

“You don’t know? My God, you are an innocenty. It’s like .. . Oh, forget it. We’ll talk about it later.”

Brother Timothy put out his arms, drew me to him and began to kiss me over and over. My hands went down and found the buttons to his shorts. I undid them and pushed his trousers and boxers down. Then I took his penis and lightly let my fingers dance around the top of it and rub the skin ever so tenderly.

He groaned, “Oh that feels so good. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop”

But in a few seconds I did let up. I was afraid he would come and I wanted him to come in me, not my hand. I stepped back and took my hand away. It was the first time I got a look at his John-Thomas. I was amazed. It was so long and thick and hard.

“You sure are well endowed,” I said. “It’s a shame you’ve never put it to good use.” His face turned red.

“Maybe I’ve been saving it for you.”

I put both my arms around his neck We stood pushing our bodies against each other but then he took one of my hands and pushed it down to his d*ck.

“It feels so good when you play with it,” he said.

His d*ck was snug against my abdomen so I reached around to the side away from my body and gripped it there. I began to move it back and forth against the skin of my abdomen. It felt good, exciting and by his breathing and moaning I knew he enjoyed it too. I meant to stop but it just felt so good – rubbing rubbing back and forth. Then suddenly a gasp, a groan and warm liquid was shooting up , landing on my chest and my stomach.

”Geez,” Brother Timothy said. “I’m sorry. I got you all messed up. “

“Not your fault Timothy. Shit happens all the time. Get some tissue paper.”

Brother Timothy went to my hand bag and came back with tissue paper. He wiped me and himself until we were clean.

“Smells horrible,“ he said.

“Those are your babies you just shot away. Bye John, bye Veronica, Bye…”

“Cut it out,” he laughed. “What we’re doing is bad enough without you making it worse”

“Well, you must feel relief, after all those years of buildup… trying to find a way out-year after dreary year in your seminary.”

Brother Timothy grinned “I do have a wet dream now and then.“ he said.

“Well that manufacturing plant you carry around between your legs better get to work. I’m not through with you yet.”

(To be Continued in Episode 11…)

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[Continued from Episode 8… ]

So far I had been totally unsuccessful in making Brother Timothy become even a little bit physical with me. He wouldn’t even hold hands let alone kiss me goodnight. My obsession was growing ever stronger so I devised a strategy to try to make him react to me-not as a conversation companion but as a woman. I knew he found me attractive. I knew he could be aroused by my presence. Just sitting next to me in the David’s car had made his trousers swell more than once. So I set out to try to make him more aggressive.

Sometimes I would go to visit Assumpta (when I close from work at the parish office) wearing a t-shirt and take off my bra when I got there. I would find Timothy, chat with him and watch him as he looked at my breasts with my erect nipples pushing out the tight T-shirt. He would look for a minute but when I caught him looking he would avert his eyes.

He would then get very uncomfortable and try to hide his swelling John-Thomas which he couldn’t control. But he would never reach out and touch them. I thought of just taking his hand and placing it on my chest but I rejected that idea as probably counterproductive. He might be repelled and choose not to be with me anymore. Sometimes I would wear a mini skirt with no panties and if I inadvertently, accidentally exposed my crotch while I was sitting across from him, he would stare for a minute and then avert his eyes. Once, however, I caught him trying to look up my behind when I was going home. I smiled at him knowingly and he blushed. But he still wouldn’t get physical. Nothing I tried seemed to be successful in breaking down his resistance. Why didn’t he reach out and put his hand up my skirt or grab my boobs like Fr. Paul as I knew he (Timothy) would like too. What self control that seminarian had.

One day I called and invited him to go on a picnic with me to Gurara Water Falls in Niger state. He wanted to know if Assumpta and David were going. He seemed to be on to my intentions and wanted a chaperone. Afraid that he would turn me down if we were going alone I said yes, that they were going too. Then I called Assumpta the next day while at work to fill her in and told her at the last minute to decline the invitation. Unbelievably, She agreed.

I planned it well. A sheer white blouse without a bra and a short skirt with no panties. I called brother Tim up and explained that Assumpta and David couldn’t make it. He looked surprised, hesitant. and I said, ”Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

He laughed and relaxed. Then he said, “That blouse you’re wearing isn’t hiding very much.“
“Well, I know you know what’s under it. So why should I try to hide it?” I replied.

We had an interesting conversation on the way to Gurara, he kept telling me about the sensuous nature of football- the green grass against the blue sky, the sound of the fans rejoicing at the scoring of a goal, the smell of the concession foods. I don’t know anything about football but he made me wish I did.

When we got to the water falls area. Tim looked around, breathed the fresh air.

“ What a great spot, “ he said . “I thought we were going to the Niger Motel to swim. This is pretty isolated.”

“Don‘t worry,” I mocked, “I won‘t leave you alone.”.

He was looking up at the sky and I shamelessly walked over to him, put my arms around him and gave him a passionate kiss. Hmmm! Till date I don’t know the kind of seducing spirit that entered me since Fr. Paul broke my virginity at the parish office. He gasped and tried to push me away.

“Jane,” he said, “ I .. we can’t do this. I’m ,,,”

He didn’t get a chance to finish. I pulled him toward me and kissed him again. I moved close to him and could feel his erection pushing against me. We kissed over and over. Then I took a step back and began to unbutton my blouse, slowly, one button at a time. Brother Timothy stared, looked stunned as though he didn’t know what to do or say.

”Jane, you shouldn’t do that. It’s … it’s not right.”

“Can’t what, Timothy? Have a little fun like people have been doing since the beginning of time?”

Finished with the buttons I boldly asked Brother Timothy again “You can’t do what? Lick my boobs?”

(To be Continued in Episode 10…)

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[Continued from Episode 7... ]

“Not me, Janet“ Timothy said. “That’s not part of my life. I’m sorry.” He got out of the chair.

“I really couldn’t help it. I hope it didn’t embarrass you, I’m really not like that.”

“Not like what? You mean human or other priests? And why should I be embarrassed? You think I haven’t seen the bulges of a priest before? “

He seemed really flustered.

“I have to go, Good night”

Then he got up and walked out, still trying to hide his projection of his John-Thomas from my sight.

“I guess I messed up that one.“ I thought

Assumpta and her boyfriend, David, who had been studying Estate Management at Federal University of Technology Minna would often ask Timothy and me to go with them on double dates in Bosso town. Timothy and I would sit in the back seat of David’s car and talk (David is from a well-known privileged family that resides in Tunga Town in Minna.) But on such dates Timothy never tried to hold my hand or sit close to me.

I found Timothy not only beautiful to look at but kind, compassionate and very interesting to talk to. The more I saw of him the more interested in him I became until eventually it became an obsession to make him notice me as a woman especially when he comes to the Parish house or office to spend some time with Fr. Paul.

While we were being driven here and there in David’s car, sometimes I would casually let my hand fall on Timothy’s thigh as I was talking and I would then rub it back and forth. Gradually and gradually, Timothy began to invariably take my hand in his, kiss it and place it back on my lap.

Sometimes we would go to the mammy market within the Military Cantonment located opposite Niger State College of Education, to sit at table and have some beer. One time, in a cozy bar at the mammy market, Timothy reached across the table and took my hands in his.

“You know Janet” he said “I think you are about the most beautiful person I have ever seen and you are a major temptation – a real threat to my vocation. But I’m fighting that threat and I intend to win. All my life I have wanted to be a priest and I see you as the only obstacle. I find you not only beautiful but intelligent and patient-putting up with my discourses on poetry, music, religion and especially football, which I know you have no interest in and I thank you for listening to my ramblings.”

I was both delighted and dismayed at what he had said. Timothy had thought well of me but he also saw me as an impediment for him reaching his goal. That reminded me how weak I was to Fr. Paul who, some three years back, was an impediment to my goal of becoming a nun. I was totally frustrated at Timothy’s failure to show any inclination to react physically to me (just like I reacted to Fr. Paul’s suggestions) even though I realized Timothy was suppressing his natural instincts. He had said he was going to win and I decided if he won, it would have to be after a fight. That night I made up my mind. It was me against the Catholic church for the body – and maybe the soul of Timothy Agurue.

(To be Continued in Episode 9… )

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Wish Mr James and the first lady Claret, d best in their relationship. May she get all the happiness she desires.

Amen

[Continued from Episode 6… ]

Assumpta and I had become fast friends and I spent a lot of time at her house near the church on weekends and after work. I knew she had a brother, Timothy, who was away at a seminary but I had never met him.

In May he came home for vacation and Assumpta introduced me to him as “my most holy brother.” He blushed, smiled and pleasantly greeted me. He was nothing like I expected and I was immediately smitten with him. He had an angelic face and soft black curly hair and expressive eyes that glowed when he smiled.

”My God, this gorgeous human being is going to disappear into the religious life? What a waste! Anyway he could someday end up becoming another “Fr. Paul” who would specialize in breaking the virginity of beautiful female members of his parish.” I Thought.

Not long after I met him I was visiting Assumpta in her bedroom and I casually asked her where her brother was.

“I’m not sure. I think he’s in the living room. Why? Are you interested?” She asked.

“Wouldn’t you be if your weren’t his sister?” At that time, Fr. Paul had got me so addicted to s*x that as I write this story I couldn’t believe I asked Assumpta that question.

“Go for it if you want, but don’t expect too much. He’s devoted to his spiritual vocation.”

I went to the living room and I saw him sitting in a stuffed chair reading. He was already dressed for bed, wearing a pair of pajamas. I went over and said, “Hi Timothy, What are you reading?”

“ Hi, Jane.“ He said. “What a pleasure to see you again. I’m reading Poems by Sarah Teasdale.“

As I sat down on the arm of the chair. “ Read me one. “ I said.

“Here’s one of my favorites.” and he read it to me. I still remember part of it

“And for just one breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been or could be.”

I played with his soft black curly hair as he read, sitting on the arm of the chair, leaning against him. When he finished reading the poem he looked up at me, smiled and said:

“Doesn’t sound like a poem a seminarian should be reading.“ Timothy said.

“Sounds kind of suggestive.” I added.

“Where do you find your ecstasy?“ I then asked

“In beauty, I guess. The beauty of nature, of poetry, of classical music like Mozart. The pathos expressed in Mozart’s masterpieces almost makes me weep”

“But not beautiful women?” I asked.

“I appreciate beautiful women, especially if they are as beautiful as you but that doesn’t mean…”

Before that day, Fr. Paul had regularly assaulted my P^ssy for three straight years that I no longer feel embarrassed or have fear about seducing any priest I find attractive. Literally speaking, Fr. Paul had opened my eyes to the power most beautiful women had over some priests.

Timothy’s eyes were big and sparkling, his smile magnetic. I confidently reached down and took his face in my hands and kissed him. He tensed, looked startled but I kissed him again. He sighed and began to breath more rapidly.

“Look,” he said. “I don’t know if Assumpta told you but I’m studying to be a priest. I.. I can’t to things like this.”

“Yes, but even if you’re a priest… Ok! you’re not a priest yet. So…” I bent down and boldly kissed him again. I glanced down and saw a great swelling in his pajama bottoms. He followed my eyes and his face turned reddish. Then he tried to hide his swelling under the book.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I whispered in his ear. “That the way it’s supposed to be. It happens to all priests, even potential priests…”

(To be Continued in Episode 8…)

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[Continued from Episode 5… ]

Fr. Paul jumped off me and quickly peeked through the parish office window before motioning me to quickly get dressed. My heart was pounding fast as I quickly wore my plain white cotton panties and bra as well as my brown dress. Fr. Paul also donned his trousers and white cassock while the knock kept wrapping on the door.

Next, he asked me to pretend to be in deep counselling session with him while he walked to the door to unbolt and open it.

“Good day, father!” Two female voices echoed from outside the parish office.

“Yes, how are you?”

“Fine!”

“Go to the altar and drop the water and salt under the blessed sacrament, I’ll bless it after the evening mass.”

As the women left, he told me I could resume work as the parish secretary and as his office assistant the next day as long as I have agreed that part of my daily routine was to partake in the lust that “god” had given us.

I went back home, and lied to my mother that for some inexplicable reasons I wasn’t selected for admission into the convent where I’d be trained to become a nun. However, Fr. Paul, out of his “kindness,” asked me to resume work as the parish secretary and as his office assistant so that I’d be in better chance to succeed in the next selection exercise. My mother believed everything I told her. After all, she knew I’d been a virgin and a decent girl all my life. But, within me, I knew my virginity had been broken, and my conscience kept telling me that I’ve been led astray to lose my spiritual calling and vocation.

The next morning, I got up early, psyched myself up, and went out to buy something sexy I’d be wearing under my dress. When Fr. Paul showed up at the parish office that day, I was waiting on my knees for him at the office in my new lingerie. We stayed all week long and we s^cked and f^cked nonstop all over the office at every opportunity we had to be alone. Even in his bed within the parish house. He must have came a gallon in me by the end of the week.

That was about three years ago and the parishioners still don’t have a clue what had been happening except for a few mass servers who lurk around the parish house seeking to be the priest’s favourite.

Near St Theresa’s Catholic Church lived a 23 years old lady named Assumpta.

(To be continued in Episode 7… )

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[Continued from How Fr. Paul Broke My Virginity and Led Me Astray (Episode 4)… ]

With the force of a man possessed with s*x demons, he rolled me over, lifted me onto my elbows and knees, spread my ass-cheeks and rammed his c*ck into my lovehole from behind in a doggy fashion, so hard and deep that I screamed, but this time with pain. he told me not to worry as he thrust deeper and deeper and finally my pain became pleasure as I pushed back at him with each thrust, this to me was heaven, and even when I lost control and let my water run, I was no longer embarrassed.

Finally, the priest and I stopped. We fell back on the stuff that looked like a bed, and as Fr. Paul softly massaged my soaked lovehole, and I held his trembling 8 inches monster, he mischievously asked:

“Well, my dear Jane, do you want to give this up to become a nun?”

“I don’t know what to say, father.”

“The parish needs a secretary who would also double as my office assistant. Wouldn’t you rather be the parish secretary than become unf^cked for the rest of your life as a nun?”

Lying there, I thought for a moment, and told him I would rather work for him as his office assistant so he could further instruct me in the ways of the church.

All I heard next was his laugh as he rolled onto my tummy, and made way to penetrate my cunt once more with his hot John-Thomas, but we heard a knock on the door.

(To be Continued in Episode 6…)

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[Continued from Episode 3… ]

As I sat there, I watched as he bolted the door to the parish office from inside and started to disrobe. First, his white priestly cassock, next his shirt, then his trousers, and it was then that my biggest surprise came. Fr. Paul removed his underpants to expose his 8 inches hard thick c*ck. I was in awe at this hard rod now pointing at me. I couldn’t believe this “holy man” could be favoured with such a huge john-thomas. As he held my head between his hands, he positioned himself on the edge of his office table and told me to s^ck his priestly tool. Gosh! I found me, a virgin, fingering my clit and getting hornier than I had ever remembered.

I s^cked him harder and faster, and as I did my juices began to flow all over the chair, I wanted to rest but he held me there telling me to keep sucking as it was part of my initiation to becoming a nun. I looked up at him as he kept pumping my mouth, and then all of a sudden with a smile on his face, he shot his load in my mouth. Not being ready for it, I nearly chocked, but I took it all, and when he lifted my face to his and put his wet lips on mine, I couldn’t hold back my passion any longer as I pushed my tongue and his cum into his mouth.

For a long moment we kissed, and it was then I found out why he kept something that looked like a bed in his office. As he walked me over, he told me to lay down as he was going to break my virginity there and then. She had never had a penis in me, but didn’t resist his motions as I felt my legs placed over his shoulders.

As I felt the hot head of his c*ck push against my now soaked cunt lips, and when he held my hips and thrust inside me in one hard motion, my hymen tore and I screamed, not for pain but pleasure. I had never realized what such a long, hard, thick c*ck would feel like until now and with that I thrust my body at him as he pumped me wildly, also grabbing at my hard nipples and squeezing them

It seemed forever that we f^cked, my lovehole was flowing with cum and little blood, sweat was rolling off my body , but he kept thrusting , deeper and deeper until finally he shot his load in me filling my lovehole with his hot sticky cum, so full was I. I felt it ooze out and run between my ass-cheeks onto that stuff that looked like a bed, but what happened next I wasn’t ready for.

(To be continued in Episode 5… )

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[Continued from Episode 2… ]

He moved forward in his chair towards me, and as he did I felt his hand slide further up my leg, and although unsure of what to say or do, I started to feel stirrings within my body, and to my surprise I started to feel wetness between my legs, but I told myself this was not happening and tried to control myself in front of my interviewer – Fr. Paul.

He started asking if I knew that once I became a nun, there was no sexual pleasure to which I nodded, and then he asked

“Well have you thought of having a sexual experience before going down this path?”

I was again taken aback a few seconds but didn’t know what to answer as now I could feel his strong hand slowly stroking my thigh and I was more than a little aroused.

It was then that Fr. Paul said to me:

“Let me show you what you will miss, because you may not want to give it up.”

This truly stunned me, but I was already lost in my own trance, feeling now not just one hand on my lap, but two, and, as I started to breath deeply, all I felt was his hands slowly pushing my dress up and exposing my legs to his now passionate eyes.

I knew this was wrong, I knew it shouldn’t be happening but i couldn’t resist this strong figure of a priest as he slid my dress higher and higher.

I lay back in the chair, my breaths now deep as he finally stopped, and said to my

“Your panties are wet, and you have a full p^ssy of hair. Gosh! you look stunning.”

With that he spread my legs, placing them over his shoulders and knelt in front of me as if at the altar, and it was then that I had my first ever oral experience as I felt his tongue start to softly lick my already soaked cotton panties.

I moaned as his licking turned to sucking and as I felt my juices leave my body through my undies, I knew I was no longer in control.

It was then I felt my undies being slowly pulled down, but when I felt his wet tongue now start to lick my soaked hair, I exploded, for the first time in my 24 years on earth. I shot my cum all over his mouth and jaw as he buried it in my hair soaked crotch. I knew it was wrong but I realized I had this lust for this priest for quite a while and now was my time

Suddenly he stopped, stood up, took my dress and pulled it over my head in the parish office. He told me to remove my bra, and once off, he told me to pull my already hard nipples which I did – I was his to obey.

(To be Continued in Episode 4… )

culled from www.freshestgist.com

aprilwise:
Every story I have read on NL has a lesson to learn. This is one. Thanks

Stay Blessed

[Continued from Episode 1… ]

Arriving at the church, I entered and walking through the magnificent building I felt a sudden rush of fear in my body which I dismissed as just being nervousness due to the importance of the day. I finally found the Parish office door, knocked and was told to enter.

The room was large, with walls full of catholic books. In the middle of the room was a huge mahogany desk where the parish priest – Fr. Paul sat scribbling at something on his desk. In front of the desk were two huge leather chairs and on the side wall near the desk was what looked like a bed which seemed out of place but I just dismissed this from my mind.

As I walked towards the desk, Fr. Paul stood and extended his hand which I took. I suddenly felt a tingle through my body as he gently squeezed my hand and welcomed me. He was a tall man, probably in his late 50’s – I thought. Fr. Paul stood tall and straight and as he guided me to sit in one of the chairs I noticed how well defined his body was, as I normally only saw him in his priestly robes.

I sat in the chair offered and he sat opposite me, at first just looking at me, which made me a little more nervous, but after a few moments I started to relax as he spoke in a very soft but deep voice to me. As he spoke, I could not help but watch his facial expression and for what ever reason I started to feel an excitement in my body which I had never before experienced.

All of a sudden, my trance was broken when I felt the toughness of his hand on my knee and his voice asking me if she was okay.

“You must have been deep in thought my dear” is what I remembered him saying, to which I replied I was and I was sorry.

He then smiled at me saying it was OK as I was taking a big step in my life, but, his hand stayed on my knee. I could feel the strength in his hand as he held it there. He told me I was a beautiful young woman and that becoming a nun would mean giving up many things but it was his next question that caught me off guard.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked.

I froze as I was so surprised by the question, and all I could feel was his hand now softly squeezing my leg.

I regained my composition and knowing my face was red with embarrassment, I answered that I was, and again felt his hand squeeze my leg, but this time more definitely. What made it also difficult was my upbringing, thinking that a priest didn’t ask things like that especially as I was hoping to become a nun, a member of the same church.

[To be continued in Episode 3… ]

culled from: www.freshestgist.com

I stood in front of the mirror after my shower and before dressing reflecting on where my life was going. I had just received a phone call that made me excited about my future prospects, and before the interview I wanted to make sure that I presented well.

I lived in Chanchaga – a small town in Minna, Niger state – with a population of just 4,200 people, so it was a known fact that almost everyone knew everyone. I came from a very religious family background, as did all the people that lived in my town, so it was of no surprise to my parents when I said I wanted to pursue religion as my life long profession.

As I stood looking at myself in the mirror dressed only in my plain white cotton panties and my plain white bra, I contemplated what it would be like to make love to a man, because at the age of 24, I’ve not lost virginity, and if I continued with my quest to become a nun, I would never be able to achieve the desires that were in my mind at that moment.

As I grew through my teens, and against my upbringing I had on a few occasions pleasured myself, but as I studied my trim figure and my full breasts, I realized that my future was more important to me than my possible lust for a man.

For my interview that afternoon, I decided to wear a very plain brown dress that hung from my shoulders and stopped passed my knees – very proper I thought. The fabric did hug my body a little but I didn’t think it to be disrespectful for my interview. As it was a warm day, I decided not to wear any trousers although they did make my legs look slender and long, and also, I chose to wear a pair of flat shoes.

Finally dressed, I said goodbye to my mother who wished me luck, and headed off to the St. Theresa’s Parish in Chanchaga where I was to be interviewed by the parish priest – a man I had known for over 5 years since he came to the town. As I walked to the meeting, I felt strange because I remembered I had a silly school girl crush on this man, and now I had to contain myself for the sake of my very future.

(to be continued in Episode 2…)

Culled from: www.freshestgist.com

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