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Bitter Sweetness II

A Story By Dan Chucks

The house was very full by evening.

We had a lot of guests, Uncle D was just made the new chairman of the trade union to the place where he sold his wares. That was what they were preparing for all along. I was later told that they did not intended to serve cooked food but just drinks and drilled meat which they later left to take care of. The two girls from the day of my arrival were back today but not alone this time.

They came with their parents, he was a brother to their mum. It was looking to be a very busy afternoon and I had to assist in getting things going. Onyinye had been ever normal after the incident at the kitchen and nothing showed I had touched her in the manner I did. She had even sent me on a few errands herself and on most occasions maintaining eye contact. She was an absolute mystery to me. It was a whole new situation for me being used to finding girls as utterly predictable.

I still looked forward to seeing more of these escapades between us but I was once more becoming too scared to initiate the move. She was making things sweet and also terribly scary. All I could do now was continuously beat my stick countless times a day while fantasizing additional scenes that could have possibly followed the ones I have witness but those would never be enough.

I needed to fuck Onyinye and my continuously lessened wariness for being caught by Uncle D was only adding coal to the burning fire.

As the guests began saying their goodbyes and walking out of the door, Onyinye instructed me to begin packing up the cups. once again, she was exhibiting complete freedom with me. I did as instructed and headed for the bedroom with the remnants of served drinks. I hardly had had any reasons to step into their bedrooms although that was majorly the case with Onyinye.

I had to drop the drinks and that had to be in her bedroom until she was free enough to find a more appropriate place for them. Of course no one was there as all other persons were at the living room assisting the guests. I found a free corner just in front of her standing giant mirror and bent over to drop them but just then, I received a hard slap against my butt! I was so shocked by the incident that I practically jumped out of my skin and almost dropped one of the bottles I had. Then came this hysterical laughter from Onyinye!

She was the one who slapped my ass again for as many times that same day. I quickly recomposed myself even though I was aware that she must have sensed my earlier unease. “Fright night” she muttered trying to turn away and head out of the room but I caught up with her and grabbed her ass cheeks again. This time giving her a very firm squeeze.

She wriggled her body in a feigned attempt to break loose while holding unto my strong arms. I pushed her closer to my groin while pushing my now burning dick against her bubble ass. They felt so soft and warm against my clothed dick.

“You are ruffling me up. The guests are still here. My dress must not be rumpled” was all she said as I reluctantly let her go. I was still fighting to utter a word. I needed to ask her when it shall be. When she would let me get in-between those fleshy cheeks of hers. I needed to ask her but I lacked the courage. I always felt defeated by the age difference. It seemed she would always have to make the first move!

Later that night, I stayed up so late. I kept playing several scenes in my head. I could not figure out what exactly follows from here. No one would claim she is not up to something, but she has not given the express invite to think I should now step up my game. What if all she was interested in doing was having us (or just me) touch ourselves (or her)? What if she just loved the game of seduction?

Getting men to the point of ultimate arousal until their cocks practically burst free with cum! What if that was her game? Who was I to bring in a new game plan. She was the mistress here and not giving out a direct invite to me to fuck her silly meant I was only going to keep on with my many assumptions. And there was Uncle D who has been completely in the dark about all this. If he ever found out, I wonder whose cup of tea it would eventually be. I had so many thoughts and questions going through my head and I slept off without having answers to any.

 

The following few days were seriously occupied for everybody. Onyinye suddenly began going out every morning to either see friends or complete a given task. I also had a reason to spend the day at Uncle D’s shop on one occasion  meaning we hardly had any time together anymore coupled with my resumed search for my own apartment.

It remained that way until the following weekend. Uncle D’s nieces visited for the third time now since my visit. It had already started looking like I would not be left alone with Onyinye even though she had told me she wouldn’t be leaving home on this particular day. I kept wondering if these girls had nothing meaningful to do with their lives. It was looking very obvious that they just loved visiting Uncle D’s family and would do so in the slightest of opportunities.

Not long after their visit I quickly got along with them. Power had been terminated by PHCN earlier in the day so we had no TV to get ourselves occupied with. It was now a case of helping each other fight boredom. And even though I had some laundry to do, I just had to give them some time. We began talking for the first time since I started seeing them come visiting. The eldest was Kelechi by name while the other was Anna. They were really nice girls but overly suggestive. Always throwing sexual insinuations at me. I tried my best not to take them in as I was very sure that anything that suddenly developed between myself and these girls at this point will be easily interpreted by Onyinye.

Moreover she was just at the lobby doing some washing. She could not use the washing machine because of the absence of power. And to confirm my assumptions that she had an ear on our discussion, she soon called me. I permitted myself and left the living room. She was bent over the plastic bucket that contained the cloths she was washing. I could not see her ass but I wished I could. Needless to say that I would have given her a good smack! it has become our dirty little game. She had that same shorts she wore the first day she caught me looking at her ass at the kitchen and it gripped every skin of her ass cheeks. But she wore a different top this time.

A tank top that allowed me a glorious view of her sprawling boobs. I stood before her but she did not bother standing straight.

“Please scratch my back for me”, she began at once,

“my hands are soapy”. I knew her hands were soapy but I doubted this was going to be as normal as the world would want it.

“Com’on Danny”, I heard her plead again. I came closer and stretched my right hand while standing beside her and began to scratch her back through the fabric of her tank top. She made movements with her back in a bid to bring the appropriate place to my attention of which I tried reacting to accordingly.

However this continued longer than I expected and soon she was saying I was not scratching the right place. I had to ask her to say where exactly she wanted me to scratch.

“Towards my hip” was the reply I got.

“Hip?” I muttered inaudibly.

Thought she said her back earlier? How come we are travelling down now? I felt the stir below and my dick began gaining steel slightly. Our little game was back but what about Kelechi and Anna? What if they stroll into the lobby?

However, I was too occupied to think now so I continued scratching Onyinye’s hip. As I did so, she asked me to go further down. This meant I should literally get hold of the band of her shorts. However, I went further down, purposely lifting her tank top a bit and exposing the skin of her back. She was beautiful there too.

“Go down further. It seems its travelling down” she had stopped washing but just held one hand with the other while resting her elbows on her knees.

I could smell the heightened sexual tension between us in the air and I swear I smelled her scent. She was wet!! I lost control again and let my hand travel down her ass globes. We both knew I had stopped scratching centuries ago and was now completely caressing her. But she wanted it taken further down as she feels it travelling. I had no idea what was making the journey.

I gripped her left ass cheek and gave it a real grab. She was now very turned on! I could easily smell her juices! So musky and intoxicating. The sheer material of her shorts made it almost easy to feel her wetness. I gradually travelled to her crack and freed my second hand to grab the other cheek.

I was running crazy. She was just giving out slight moans while attempting to grind her hips into my grip. We were both enjoying this and only had one prayer; Kelechi and Anna. I was now standing directly behind her and felt this was just the right time to get this business started.

I changed tactics and through the legs of her shorts, slid both my hands into the nakedness of her two globes! She gave a quick gasp and tried raising herself a bit but I held unto her naked buttocks. They were so fucking soft and I endlessly played with them.

Her juices were running like fresh water from rocks as they met my knuckles which reminded me that she has got a pussy too. I gladly directed both my thumbs to them and easily slid them into her. Oh my!! She was as drenched as the cloths she was washing. It felt so slippery in there and I soon got lost in a blur of constant movements in and out the honeypot with both my thumbs.

She was almost audibly screaming and at a particular point had to call out my name loudly as I felt her g-spot while directing them below. We both stood still, straining our ears to try hearing any reactions from the other persons that kept us company.

When we could not hear sounds from them, I resumed work but with one hand as I brought out my left hand, brought it to my mouth, licked it clean and located my dick. It was now too much to bear so I had to counter the sensation that had made my dick swell so much to the point that it hurts. We both had found a rhythm now. I had about three fingers buried in her burning velvet pussy through the legs of her shorts that had travelled unevenly up into her hip while she endlessly ground and crushed her hip against those fingers.

I was in turn stroking my dick through the material of my shorts and even though I expected her to assist me, did not bother to make the plea. She was burning like wild fire. She had almost made it up now and had her left arm crossed over my neck while I gave her support by standing directly behind her.

“Oh Danny” she purred.

This drove me further the edge and I quickly released myself from her tangle, dropped low and pulled her shorts towards her thighs. She quickly held unto it half way down her round buttocks; she was conscious of her nieces; even though I could still clearly see her puffy pussy lips. They were so swollen and dark. Shaven but with lots of brisk hair.

Her smell was so arousing and her pussy juice were all over the place. I had made this woman’s day, I thought. I quickly buried my entire face into the little space made and directed my tongue to her muff. She moaned again but tried getting away from me, I held her strongly even though it was looking a failing battle considering my posture.

She succeeded in tearing away her ass from my already marauding tongue and when I tried making additional advances, she called out at the two girls at the living room. I had to let go. I felt totally confused and unsatisfied, or would I say cheated. I just smelled the most alluring pussy I had ever known and had even got its juices all over my face and fingers but was not allowed to taste it.

“She is cruel!” was all I could say.

My dick was still hard and needed attention. The girls had not responded to her call but she had pulled her shorts up. A good section of the cloth had her pussy juice all over it. She was really the type that easily had their juices flowing and that turned me on the more.

I tried coming closer to her, not to lay a hand but to ask her why she pulled away, but she began making it into the living room. I ignored her, got into the toilet to wank off the several gob of cum load I had packed up in my balls. It was not until I made it back into the living room that I found out that the two girls had actually slept off on the couch.

We were never been watched after all. But it was already too late to begin our roles afresh. I thought I had lost interest.

 Danny has a blog (quite-lewd.blogspot.com) where he writes very erotic stories.

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