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kweensheba:
All of a sudden, my courage failed me. How would I put it? Would she believe me? What if …?”
“Yes, what is it?” she asked again.

“Actually, it’s about Uncle Pascal,” I said reluctantly.

“What about him?”

“He … he was touching me on …”

To my surprise, mum did not let me finish the sentence. “Shut up!” she barked. “So, you think you can lie against Pascal. You don’t think I know about your new wayward life. The landlord’s son, Yinka, or what’s his name; you don’t know that I’m aware something is going on between the two of you?”

I was shocked and I kept silent. It was true Yinka, the undergraduate landlord’s son, was showing some interest in me and we occasionally chatted, but it was nothing serious. Why did mum not even hear me to the end?

Uncle Pascal continued his amorous moves and I continued to rebuff him. In my final year in the secondary school, just before my seventeenth birthday, he came up behind in the kitchen, pinned me to the cupboard and yanked my skirt up until it was around my waist. I struggled against him but he seemed very determined that day. He managed to get his hands down the back of my knickers and dipped a finger into my vagina. I could feel his hard cock pressing against the side of my leg through the jeans trousers he was wearing.

“When are you going to let me bang that fresh thing between your thigh?” he demanded.

“Leave me alone, leave me alone o,” I managed to say.

“Come on. You know you want it. I want to fill that your young thing with hot cum,” he moaned and pushed a second finger into me.

Again, I tried to push him away from me, but he was much bigger and much stronger.

“Rita!” a voice suddenly called. It was mum’s voice and she was in the sitting-room. Uncle Pascal quickly let hold of me.

“She’s in the kitchen trying to prepare food,” he answered, adjusted his trousers, took a cup and left me in the kitchen. I found myself breathing hard. How I wished mum had come straight to the kitchen and had caught Uncle Pascal sexually molesting me.




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kweensheba:
Here we are again.

Special appreciation to you all for reading this.


Thank you all as you accept to read this interesting story. I hope you will be kind enough to buy it on Okadabooks and drop your comments.


Thank you.




The Lost Innocence




Kween Sheba



© 2023


Growing up was never a rosy thing for Rita. To make things worse, she was sexually violated by a supposed 'Uncle.'

Now defiant, she decided she just had to succeed by all means in a society that didn't care about her existence.




Growing up was not an easy thing for me. Things were meant to be so bad, but they always turned out to be. When I was ten, mum decide that she had had enough of dad.

Rita, your daddy is such a useless man, mum had said repeatedly. So, because I could only give him two daughters, he went on to impregnate another woman outside.

It was the end of her relationship with dad. Mum was a caterer and was into confectionery. She was not doing quite bad, so she believed she could raise my sister and me up as a single mother. We lived in a mini flat at Isolo, Lagos, and had high hopes. When I was twelve, my mom met a man that later moved in with us. I did not like him much and mom knew it, but that did not stop her inviting from him to move in with us after only starting a relationship with him for a few months. He appeared to be slightly older than mum, and I wondered why he left his family to be living with another. Mum said he worked in a bottling company at Ikeja. It did not take us long to realize that was a heavy drinker, and would always get drunk. He tried to appear friendly and was buying things for us, but I always suspected that he was no good. Mum was still beautiful and I often wondered if she could not have got a better man.

I must say that he appeared to be spending a lot on mum. He would call her darling and fuss over her. I guessed mum was carried away by all these. Many months after Uncle Pascal had comfortably settled down, he would tease me on how beautiful I was. Of course, that was in the absence of mum. My junior sister, Esther, was always with mum in her shop, so many times, I would be alone with Uncle Pascal.

There were some days when I just came back from school that he would put his hands up my school skirt and fondled my vagina through my panties. I had managed to grab his hand and stop him pushing his fingers inside me. He would squeeze my tits when no one as watching and this became a daily operation.

I could bear it no more. One day, I summoned the courage to tell mum as we were preparing evening food in the small kitchen.

Mummy, there's something I need to tell you, I started.

Yes, what is it?

All of a sudden, my courage failed me. How would I put it? Would she believe me? What if ?


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saucygal193:
Wura gave him only a couple of minutes rest. She moved to the side of bed he was lying and held his penis. Not minding the fluid still coming from it, she held it gingerly and started rubbing it. His right hand reached out to handle her breasts.

In no time, his erection was back.

‘Wow!’ She said, impressed. ‘This is really good.’

She climbed him. She would be the rider this time around. Putting her thighs astride of him, she inserted his penis inside her vagina again. He liked the way she did it. She was professional about it, as if she would be paid for it. Goldie reminded him of one of those ‘olosho’ girls he patronized.

Wura started to twerk her body. His left hand held her waist while the right hand still fondled the boobs. He basically allowed her to dictate the pace of the ‘thrusting’ but he would wiggle his midsection once in a while to goad her on.

After a while, they changed position. He made her be on all fours on the bed while he took her from behind. The doggy style was always his favorite. Wura resumed her moaning. That meant she liked the way he was giving it to her.

The action went on until he got to the climax. This time, he quickly removed his penis and splashed her bum with his semen.

Again, his pain was back. He looked spent as he lay on his back. She must have realized she had drained him as she let him be and went to the toilet to clean up. When she came back to the bedroom, he struggled to go to the toilet too.

When he returned, she was still naked but Tade had had enough for now. She handed two capsules and a glass of water to him. Without even asking what the drug was meant for, he took it from her, swallowed it and gulped down the water.

Soon, the two of them lay naked in bed, but he soon fell asleep.


***

It was well past eight in the morning when Goldie woke him up. She did a spectacular thing by waking him up with a hot cup of coffee.

‘Good morning,’ he greeted her. ‘Thanks for yesterday.’

She grunted. ‘Take this and go and have your bath. I’ll be going out in an hour’s time.’

He could see that she had already taken her bath and was dressed in jeans and t-shirt. She looked desirable as ever. He took the coffee. Was that all he would have for breakfast?

It was as if Wura could read his mind. ‘There’s toast bread for breakfast when you’re ready.’ She left him for the sitting-room.

As he had his bath, he concluded that Goldie had done something he would never forget and he would pay her back. Twenty minutes later, he was dressed up and was in the sitting room. She served the food and they ate silently. She looked business-minded this morning and he decided to let her be.

Some other minutes later, she was ready to go out and he was ready to leave the house too. Wura gave him some crumpled notes.

‘You can keep this change,’ she said.

‘Thanks.’

When he unfolded and counted the money, it was four thousand naira. Wura had tried. He left her house and took a bike to his father’s house. It was a two-storey building with six two-bedroom flats. His parents occupied one of the flats, specifically the last flat on the second floor.

Tade could not understand why the whole family must stay in a two-bedroom apartment. He had two siblings. While his father, a land dealer, took one bedroom to himself, Tade’s mother and the three children shared one room. They had all complained to the man of the house that the place was small for them to no avail.

Tade was the first born of the family. Not only that, he was the only male. His younger siblings, Yemisi and Deola, were doing well academically. The former was a medical student in the university while the latter was studying law. Tade was the least serious, but he never gave a hoot.

This Saturday, his siblings were in the campus. No one was surprised to see Tade around. But he hardly stayed at home. He would just appear briefly and disappear again.

It did not take his mother long to observe how he looked.

CasNova:
I started by apologizing for being a poor reader of mind. I then asked her to allow me show my love for her. To my surprise, she burst out laughing as if I had said the funniest thing on earth.

"What's funny?" I asked. "Why are you laughing?"

She stopped laughing and looked at me sternly.

"Is that how to propose to a lady?" I looked confused.

"How else do I propose?" Again, she shook her head. "You're yet to say the appropriate words."

What appropriate words was she talking about? I asked her to be specific. She shook her head. "Sorry, but I cannot put the words in your month." It was my turn to shake my head. This lady would not stop baffling me.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

I sighed. "Yes, I do."

"Are you really sure?"

Now, what type of question was this? Why must she ask this, after all we had said? She stood up.

"If you really love me, you will bear with me," she said. Bear what?

Before I could voice the question, she added: "I must thank you for the warm reception you accorded me. Thank you so much. I will like to take my leave now." I was stunned.

"Now?"

She nodded. "Yes, now. I'm a member of the choir in my church and we have singing practice in an hour's time. It's better I leave now." She took her handbag and strapped it across her shoulder. I was so disappointed in her sudden departure I did not say anything further. I felt happy I had expressed my feelings to her, on one hand.

On another, I felt disappointed by her response. I accompanied her the other side of Tipper Garage Bus Stop where she would take a bus home. On my way back to my apartment, my mind went over her visit. It was not totally unfulfilling, but it could be better. There was nothing romantic about the visit and it hurt me to think of how it ended so abruptly.

Back in flat, I locked the main door and sat down in the sitting-room to watch a live football match. The truth was my mind was barely on the match. My mind kept thinking about Bimpe . About ten minutes of watching the match, there was a knock at my door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's me," a voice returned. It was a female voice. Had Bimpe forgotten something? Had she realized she treated me brusquely and had come to apologize? Well, I would soon find out. I went to the door, unlocked it and opened it.

No, Bimpe had not come back. Quite disappointingly, it was Eniola, my ex girlfriend that was at the door. I was surprised to see her there.

"What ... What are you doing here?" I asked.

She put on what looked like a smile. "Can you please, let me in?"

I hesitated for some seconds before stepping aside to allow her inside. I was about to demand why she came around when she went down on her knees. "Desire, please, I've come to beg for forgiveness. Kindly forgive me."

The scene was incredible. I could not have imagined that Eniola would come back to my apartment again. This life could be whimsical, couldn't it? Despite my resolve, my heart melted as I watched Eniola looking at me so plaintively.

"Alright, stand up," I said. She jumped up to give me a bear hug, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. "There's one important thing, Eniola. One very important thing. I've got a new lady in my life."