My virgin story
Episode 9
She was wearing blue pants. I first
rubbed my finger on the c–t through the
pants. Then I removed the pants and
rubbed on the c–t with my fingers. The
K—y was damp; she was already wet. I
dipped my left index finger in the K—y. I
fi—ngered her while she writhed on the
bed in pleasure. I started placing light
kisses on her labials; she shuddered at
each kiss. I felt her hands on my head,
caressing my hair. Then she pulled my
head down to her womanliness, urging
me to treat her K—y with my mouth. I
took a look at that K—y for a moment,
wondering how it would taste like since I
had never tasted K—y before. The
labials were pulsating; the c–t was
quivering, looking delicious. I plunged my
head into that mass of fresh, succulent,
wet flesh. I stuck out my tongue and
tasted her wetness. The taste was
incredible; indescribable. It was sweet,
salty, sour and sticky, all at once. There
was something about the taste of that
K—y that reminded me of eating
pringles. The complex taste did not
nauseate me; it made me more h—y
than ever. I licked the K—y as if my life
depended on it. Men, the babe K—y
sweet no be small. The way she was
screaming, moaning my name even
turned me on more and I continued to
give her pleasure. I teased her c–t with
my tongue while I poked her V-jay with
my fingers. Then I stuck my tongue
inside the v-jay while rubbing on the c–t
with my finger. From time to time I would
remove my mouth from her K—y and
kissed her fresh inner thighs while fi—
ngering her. I don’t know how many
times she came cos I was just going on
and on for several minutes; I felt
somehow reluctant to leave that sweet
K—y. All the time she was just
screaming my name saying I was killing
her. I took a look at her face; there were
tears in her eyes. Then she said in soft
voice, barely above a whisper, “You are
crazy”
She stood up from the bed and asked me
to lie down.
“Now it’s my turn” she said.
I quickly obeyed her and before I knew it
my boxers were off and I felt my ramrod
stiff instrument plunging into her mouth.
An intense, sweet sensation accompanied
the entry of my c—ock. I felt her mouth
wrapping around my d—ck and giving me
a good fluting. She kept stroking the c—
ck with her tongue as she turned it into a
lollipop, licking and sucking
continuously. At first she was gentle, but
the sucking soon gathered momentum as
she started getting pleasure from it. I
was in cloud 7, somewhere in paradise as
I soaked in the pleasure of the BJ. After
some minutes, I felt that tickling
sensation that signaled I would soon
release. I quickly removed my c—ck from
her mouth. She quickly lay down on the
bed and spread her legs, opening up her
Jerusalem for my J-man to ride in
triumphantly. I licked the interior of my
mouth as I prepared to enter her and
bleep her missionary style. Then I
realized the was something wrong.
There was no condom. I remember I used
to carry a condom around for nearly 6
months in case an opportunity to bleep
came up. Unfortunately it was today of
all days that I decided not to bring it
along. I never knew I would end up
having s-x that day. What a bleep up!.
The girl was looking at me wondering
what was wrong. I shook my head
slowly.
“There is no condom.”
“Sh-t” she swore. It was the first time I
had seen her swear and there was a look
of frustration on her face. She was
already rubbing her v-jay, seriously
aroused. She said we should go ahead
that she doesn’t mind and it would even
be sweeter. I asked her what if she got
pregnant. She said she doesn’t care that
she would take care of that. All she
wanted now was my J-man in her
Jerusalem. I said I couldn’t do it, that
there were just too many risks involved.
She started begging me, holding on to
my c—ck. I was perplexed. I really wanted
to do this and I was already extra-
aroused, but I had a great deal of control
over my body and I considered things
before doing them. I begged her that I
would be back later with a pack of
condoms and we can even have s-x all
night long. The babe no wan leave me
oh! She started crying. I managed to
leave her with a kiss and said she should
wait for me in the evening. She said she
would be waiting for me.
As I left her room that afternoon, it
occurred to me that I might have lost
another opportunity to lose my virginity
and I swore to myself in frustration.
My fears were confirmed. By the time I
returned in the evening, she was gone. I
called her and she said her parents came
to pick her up late in the afternoon and
she had already travelled. She said she
really enjoyed what we had together. Her
boyfriend had never even given her half of
the pleasure I had given her. She said
she hoped one day, we would hook up
and finish what we started.
Well, I soon moved on with my life. I
defended my ND project and graduated
from the polytechnic. I was 19 years old
and still a virgin and the prospects of
getting disvirgined soon was looking dim.
Then my parents compounded matters by
sending me to a private University with
the strictest, harshest set of rules. The
university is owned by a popular
Pentecostal church near Lagos (I believe
some coolvallers will be able to decode).
The moment I saw the school handbook,
I knew I was in for a tough time. s-x in
any form is prohibited and the penalty is
one session suspension. Kissing and
smooching is prohibited with one
semester suspension. Blue films are
abomination in the school and they get
people expelled for being in possession.
Students are mandated to dress in a
particular way, guys and girls have
interactive time with each other that
must not be violated, even secular music
is prohibited. Students are not allowed to
go out without permission. Not even
mobile phones are allowed, students
communicate with the help of the
internet. The rules go on and on and the
more conversant you are with these rules,
the safer you are so that you don’t fall
victim. Yet the school has in attendance,
children from some of the most
influential families in the country; Na so
so Ajebutter pikins full that school oh! I
braced myself for four years of hell.
In my first year, I followed the rules
strictly. When I remembered how much
my parents were paying to keep me there
I tried to avoid anything that would
terminate my studies. I avoided all the
girls and kept strictly to my studies. But
it was not easy; there were just too many
fine girls. You should understand how I
suffered, seeing pretty, S€xy girls with
invitation of s-x written plainly on their
faces, tantalizing you with their smiles
and yet you can’s dare touch them. It’s
like looking at honey in a tightly sealed,
unbreakable glass. You can’t taste it.
You can only stare at it. The girls were
willing to have s-x but the boys ran
away from them because of the danger.
That was the situation in my first year. I
was a fresher and I had a fresher’s view
of the school.
In my second year, I started having a
clearer view of the school. I grew
smarter. I realized the rules were only
symbolical in many cases. If you know
the rules well and know your way around,
then you can always bend the rule to
your favour. You can arrange with your
babe, get a hotel in town and go on a
whole weekend of s-x spree. You can
settle the gatemen and get out to attend
parties. You can even sneak out during
the night vigils and go clubbing in Lagos
all night and come back by next morning.
You can watch as much X-rated movies
as you can. The only rule is ‘don’t get
caught’ and I started mastering this rule.
Money was not a problem. Most of the
students had six figure bank accounts;
they can spend on anything they want. In
my second year, I met J-man, whose real
name is Johnson. He was my roommate
and he was a real bad boy in the ways of
the K—y. He introduced me to all the
ways of circumventing the law. Johnson
was a master f—ker. He has had s-x in
every dark corner in the school. Most of
the girls knew him for his reputation but
he was so good and so smooth that he
continued to ravage their kitties. I started
leaving out time for some adventure
though I still remain my good, innocent
self. Then I met Rachel.
