My virgin story
Episode 12
The following evening I hit the streets. I
located the most popular brothel in town.
Today I was going to lose my innocence.
I had to numb my mind to the scornful
tales of love peddlers I had been told.
This ashii joint is a legend in the town. It
had been there ever since I remembered.
When I was in secondary school, we used
to pass in front of the two story building
and stare at the girls. Whenever our eyes
came into contact with one of them, we
would run away. We used to be scared of
the love peddlers then and you were
Super-brave if you dared enter the place.
Tonight, I had only one mission; to get
laid. I quickly settled in the spacious
compound of the hotel. The whole
environment was vulgar and enticing.
Outside the building, men sat down in
groups under canopies, drinking, smoking
and eating pepper soup. All around the
building and on the veranda upstairs,
young women with heavy make-up and in
different stages of nudity paraded
themselves, displaying their wares. Loud,
sensual music was playing in the
background. I could hear the lyrics; Waka
waka baby, Ashawo, ashawo, clearly from
the loud speakers. The whole place was
lit with coloured bulbs. I entered the
central bar inside the building and found
more girls. I ordered for a bottle of star
and settled down in a quiet corner; I
wanted to maintain a low profile. I
remembered hearing somewhere that
drinking a few bottles of Star before s-x
would prevent one from ejaculating early.
As I sipped my beer, I eyed the love
peddlers, surveying them one by one to
pick my choice. I soon found a suitable
one in no time.
After three bottles of star, I knew I was in
the mood for some action. I quickly
proceeded towards my prey, I called on
to her and she came to me. She was fair-
skinned and of average height. She had a
pretty face I must confess and a tiny
waist. The butts were well rounded and
big, and that was my delight. I asked her
name, she said Blessing and she is from
Akwa-Ibom. As she held my hand and
led me to her room, I kept wondering
what such a young, beautiful girl was
doing here but my thoughts soon faded
at the emergency of my rising manhood.
We quickly negotiated the price and
settled down to hot, steamy s-x.
She undressed quickly. I also undressed,
but leaving on my boxers. She started
kissing me all over the body except in
the mouth, they don’t do mouth kissing.
She caressed my body and licked my
n—–s, belly buttons and kissed my
neck. I became fully S€xually aroused and
started caressing her body too. First I
squeezed her b—-t and pinched the
n—–s. Then my fingers found their way
down to the thighs, and finally to the
womanhood. I rubbed on the c–t, then
slipped my finger inside. First one finger,
then another until I had four fingers
inside, fingering her. OMG, I was
surprised her K—y could take four
fingers at a time. She started moaning
because I was finally getting to her. She
grabbed my kini and started massaging. I
told her to give me a head, she said that
would cost extra. I quickly gave her the
money and she removed my boxers. Then
she proceeded to give me the fluting of
my life. She really did it like the pro that
she was, taking in the whole cylinder.
Then she told me to lay on the bed and
asked which style I wanted. I said I want
her to ride me the cowgirl style. She
quickly tore a condom and slipped it on
my ramrod stiff stick. Then she slid the
stick inside her p—y and started riding.
OMG the p—y was wide but penetration
was so fast and deep that it was still
pleasurable. She rode me in such a way
that when my stick comes out it brushes
the c–t on its way inside again. After
some time, she stood up and changed to
the reverse cowgirl style, backing me. The
thrusts were even faster this time. After
about fifteen minutes, she was wondering
why I hadn’t released. Then I told her to
change position. She laid on the bed and
I banged her missionary style.
As I bleeped her, several thoughts kept
going on in my mind. Finally I had lost
my innocence, but not in a special way. I
was enjoying the s-x, though I thought
the girl’s moans were exaggerated
because she’s a pro and she must have
had all manner of diks, many bigger than
mine. I asked her if she really felt me
that much or she was pretending. At that
point she stopped, looked me in the eyes
and confessed to me that she faked it.
Though she enjoyed the s-x, my dik
wasn’t just that big enough to make her
squirm. I was so nice to her and she
really wanted to make me feel good. That
was when I realized that the more you
use it, the bigger and more efficient it
becomes.
On my way back home, I realized
something had changed in me. Deep in
my heart I knew I was no more the nice
guy I used to be. I had treasured my
innocence for such a long time because I
believed in true love. I was always
seeking someone to love and cherish, not
someone to s-x. But that night,
everything changed. I realized I could
have all the s-x I wanted and not give a
d–n about any girl. All my search for
love had ended in betrayal,
disappointment and despair. I made up
my mind; from now on when I meet a
girl, I would seek first my own pleasure,
then all other things can be added on to
it. I was surprised that I felt calm and
happy coming to terms that love was
dead and pleasure was alive. I braced
myself for a life of hot, raunchy
S€xcapades.
THE END
