At first, when Vickie informed me my mother had called me, I didn’t take her serious. How can my mother call me when I was almost at pleasure’s peak, like what kind of a Mother does that?
“JONATHAAAN…” She called out again
Hearing my name roar out of my mother’s mouth as she was approaching my room, I quickly jumped up from Vickie like her body had suddenly become too hot for me to handle. I packed my “belongings” (condom and all) back into my boxer shorts and hurriedly wore my trousers.
Vickie giggled when she saw me dressing up in frenzy, she herself putting all her valuables back into place. By then my mother had gotten quite close to my door and hollering my name again, I replied and opened the door to find her standing just outside. She eyed me for a few seconds, before looking inside to find Vickie seated on the plastic chair, deeply engrossed with pretence in the very Christian novel Mom had given me to read.
My mom looked at me and asked why I didn’t reply when she called me earlier. I hadn’t yet cooked up a lie to cover up for what I have been doing when she called. That moment I knew if I had opened my mouth, I knew I was going to stammer and raise a heck of suspicion in my mom, but just before the first words left my mouth…
“He blocked his ears with his earphones” Vickie interrupted, pointing to my Walkman on the bed.
I didn’t remember putting it there. She must have done that within the split seconds it took me to walk to open the door, before sitting down with the novel. Wow! I looked at Vickie, our eyes met, and I could see a familiar glint in them. What a very sharp girl, I had thought to myself.
My mother now satisfied that nothing out of the ordinary was going on in her son’s bedroom. She informed me that dinner was ready should Vickie care to join us?
“I’m about to leave, ma” Vickie said. I escorted Vickie outside, condom still wrapped around my flaccid penis but I didn’t seem to be bothered.
We kept quiet for the better part of our journey to her area, until Vickie giggled. I asked her why she was giggling and she reminded me that I still had that condom on my dick. I was supposed to be embarrassed, but I laughed with her. She asked me why I had not removed it yet and I replied I would when I get home. She laughed some more, louder even. She told me to stop behaving like a child and remove it right there on the road. It never occurred to me that I could do such.
I was just so ashamed of myself but I did as instructed and dispose of the first condom which never held the content of my orgasm. I hadn’t climaxed, and I wasn’t happy for that. I wanted to do her again but I was wondering how to tell her about it. The words kept coming to my mouth but I just couldn’t say them. Just when I thought the night was over and nothing new could come out of it…
“Has a girl sucked you before?” She asked.
My heart almost stopped beating and my mouth was wide open. I had intended to feign surprise, but honestly I was surprised. Chioma was the first and only girl to suck my dick, but Vickie didn’t know about Chioma.
“No, but I’ve fantasized a lot about it” I lied
“Hmmm, do you want me to do it?” Vickie asked. I thought she was crazy. I was even beginning to wonder if this was the real Vickie or if it was a clone of her asking me these things.
“Uhmmnn, well, yeah, but we can’t do it right now so…” I said.
“Who said we can’t? Come joor, there’s an uncompleted building before we get to my house. Let’s go there…” She said
I had told my mother I would return as quickly as I could before my dinner gets cold, but getting on with what Vickie had in mind for me only meant I was entirely shunning dinner for the evening, Fuck Dinner!
The thoughts of Vickie’s lips around my cock filled my thoughts and killed every food craving. By the time we got to the uncompleted building, it was almost dark. Vickie took me into one of the rooms which didn’t have much grass on it. We didn’t want to be there engaging in sexual pleasures while snakes observed us. Vickie told me to rest against the wall and she went down and unzipped my fly, reaching in to grab my erecting penis as it anticipated the warmth of her mouth.
I held my hands against the wall and let her do her thing. Chioma’s blowjob had been the sweetest thing to me a few months ago, but when Vickie started with hers, I knew Chioma was such a Learner.
Vickie’s tongue did all the magic, twirling and slurping all over my cock and making me move my hips as the sensation rocked my entire body. I held her head with both hands and sometimes tried to push her away when the sensations became too much for one penis to bear.
Her lips continued kissing, licking and sucking on my dick going back and forth, literally trying to suck the life out of it. While she sucked, she moaned like she was having the best ice cream in the world. When she realized that I could no longer control the movement of my hips and how my cock plunged deeper into her mouth, she got up, quickly turned around, raised her skirt, pulled down her panty and held my cock, directing it into her coochie with an expertise that got me astounded, confused and extremely pleasured at the same time.
Just as her orifice slowly swallowed the whole length of my dick, the whole Chioma-pregnancy incident just popped into my brain again, but the feel of my dick inside the tightness and warmth of Victoria’s coochie at the time overpowered me. I grabbed her hips and pounded her with all the vigour I could muster. Her little “oohs” and “aahs” simultaneously sounding with the “pam…pam…pam” sounds my hip made every time it hit her soft ass-cheeks. Before long, I felt the coming of that glorious orgasm once more. It was so glorious, that I reached in front and grabbed Vickie’s boobs while my dick thrust into her at such speed I never knew I had. The feeling was beyond intense; my scream tore through the darkness of the night that had come upon us.
My heart beat so fast that I was afraid it would give up. Vickie’s orifice was so wet with the mixture of our juices that I just let my dick continue seeking entrance into it even when I knew the best part of the deed was done. I think that day was the very first day that I realized I shared a love-hate relationship with orgasms.
After it had given me such an exhilarating feeling, it was gone, leaving me wanting more, but not able to get it. When Vickie was all dressed up again, we shared a small passionate kiss, before she told me goodbye and ran off to her house. I just stood there looking at her run as I wondered who the girl was and what she had done with the Victoria that left for boarding school…
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