Like clinging ivies, we were entwined in a sensual embrace. Her long shapely legs, the colour of sun burnt coffee, seemed to go on forever as they were coiled serpentine across my waist. Her kisses were wet and were so hot their embers ignited a flame of raging passion in me. I looked at her face and couldnt believe my fortune. Wow, this Venus was all mine? Her eyes were closed with her long lashed curved upward. Her oval face was well carved, with a narrowly sculptured nose perched on it in elegant splendour. Merely looking at her caused a surge of desire to erupt in me. She was panting in soft erratic moaning gasp as I ran my slender fingers down the contour of her belly. She moved against me in response. Emboldened by her reaction, my riotous fingers explored further until it got to the borderline of her panties. She stiffened a little. Expert dexterity was the only way I could cross this border so I paused there and bent my head to snatch a nipple into my mouth. Her pebble like nipples were erect and hard. These nipples were the gateway. It was via these pleasure pebbles I had succeeded in taking off her cloth. How and when I took off mine, I cant remember. Oh good lord she mouthed as a sigh of intense ecstasy escaped her. I need no further prompting, my fingers expertly crossed the borderline and found a very wet petal. It was a petal drenched in sticky slime. My heart rate increased. I worked a bit on this wet flowery core before yanking off the only remaining foe I had: the unwelcomed panty. My boxers were gone for sure at this point. I got to know about that when I felt tenderly fingers like tendrils wrap my .47 Smith & Weston long range rifle. My innocent hunt gun was now an attack rifle. Taking a plunge at this point would have been wonderful but I wanted to have an earthly taste of the 72 heavenly virgins promised the smelling mouthed Boko Haramite so I took a plunge with my tongue instead. Oh my God! Oh my god Okah, oh my God! she screamed. Was she calling me a god? Hmmmnnn... Am on the right track and so I dug in deeper with my tongue. Her core was warm, salty and moist. I kind of liked the taste so I became frenetic in my sucking. I was in Heaven. I was choking. Ha! Something has clogged my throat. Baby suck me harder! Nna, I was beginning to suffocate o! So I was going to die on an Abunna I had not conquered hundred percent. A profound sadness over came me. O boy, you wan die? I heard as one was pumping my chest and slapping my mouth. I was confused. Where was Aisha? What was Uche doing here, sitting astride me and frantically pumping my chest. Guy, wetin dey do you? You wan die? You done eat all your pillow for sleep o! Chai! So na dream I been dey dream? Kai, why my own thing dey always dey like this? Na Aisha (Buhari last daughter) be that o! That was how I failed to became the first non Muslim, non Hausa Fulani man to bulala Pa Buharis daughter. Chai!
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 14:55:59 +0000
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