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Edymaniac: The Angola Vacation (Finale) [18+]


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Nana took a long while to answer. Eventually, she sat up, looked at me, and said, “I think it means it’s time for me to start being honest about the fact that we’re having a relationship. I don’t know quite what it is yet or where it’s going, but it’s silly to pretend that you’re just teaching me to play tennis or something. I really fancy you, Lanre.”

It felt enormously gratifying to hear Nana say that. Until that moment, I didn’t realize just how much I wanted to believe that I was more to her than some stand-in warm body, more than just some convenient source of knowledge. Although I had been hesitant to acknowledge it, I had real feelings for her.

I sat up and reached out for her hand. “If this is some kind of ‘relationship,’ as you say, does that mean I can kiss you?”

Nana smiled sheepishly. “I don’t know, Lanre. Kissing is pretty intimate.”

I smiled as I leaned in, and then we kissed for the first time, very slowly, very delicately. It was crazy to think that we managed to get this far, that we had done all of the things we had done, without ever kissing even once. But that was the truth.

And now that we were kissing, I realized for the first time what a profoundly intimate act it was. I felt far closer, far more connected to Nana at that moment than I had during any of the countless sexual acts we engaged in up to that point.

We continued to kiss like that, to “cuddle” as she would say, for at least half an hour. It was like we were caught up in the novelty of it and neither of us was in a hurry to move on to anything else, even though we were both still naked from the waist down. But eventually, the intimacy and passion of kissing reawakened our libidos.

My erection came roaring back, which Nana immediately noticed. She pulled away just long enough to lift her shirt off and toss it aside. I did the same. Then we were kissing again, both of us sitting on the floor completely naked, Nana gently stroking my cock with one hand.

Then Nana slowly turned and rolled over onto her knees, sticking her ass out toward me. She looked back over her shoulder at me with a wicked grin. Within seconds I was on my knees behind her. I lined up my cock and plunged it in all at once. She was already soaking wet, so it went in with little resistance.

This time I was able to grab her hips and thrust as I pleased, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I knew the slapping sounds we were making had to be audible to anyone who was on the other side of the thin sliding walls, but I didn’t care, and Nana didn’t seem to either.

As much as I was enjoying it, though, I missed kissing her. So after a while, I pulled out and rolled her over onto her back. She spread her legs out before me, beckoning me to re-enter her, which I did immediately. I leaned in and began kissing her frantically as I thrust in and out.

By now she was moaning pretty loudly. She reached down with her hand and began to help herself along, just as she had seen Bisi do. After a few more minutes, we were both breathing hard and on the verge of orgasms. I let her come first, pulling my lips away from hers right as she climaxed so I could see her expression. She came silently this time, her eyes wide open and her mouth silently forming the words

“Oh god.” At that moment, I felt my own orgasm coming, and this time I wanted to watch myself come. As soon as I pulled out, Nana reached down and began tugging my cock with her hand until cum shot out over her belly, some of it even reaching her breasts.

As I rolled over and lay down beside her, still winded, I said, “Nana…you’re amazing…whoever you end up…spending your life with…he’s going to be incredibly satisfied.”

Nana turned to look at me, and from the look in her eyes, I could tell that I had said exactly the right thing. “Lanre, you have no idea how much that means to me. And you also have no idea how much I’ve learned from you. You’ve been an incredible teacher”…

Nana and I continued our relationship, such as it was, for the next seven months, interrupted only by our trips home for the holidays and a week-long visit by Kwesi, during which I did my best to keep a low profile.

Throughout it all, Nana never broke up with Kwesi and, as far as I know, they’re still together. But from that night forward, there were no more rules. She gave herself over to me completely, and it was the most passionate, experimental, uninhibited period of sex I’ve ever had.

We tried literally everything and were incredibly honest with each other about our likes, dislikes, turn-ons and turn-offs. By the end, we had become so well-attuned to each other’s sexual desires and proclivities that the thought of going our separate ways was difficult to contemplate.

But life goes on. Both of us had lives to return. I went to London to start business school. She went back to Ghana to begin her medical training. And other than “liking” each other’s posts on social media from time to time, we haven’t interacted since.

But I do have something very special to remember her by. You see, over those last seven months, we put that home cam to some good use. We recorded ourselves, all the time, always promising ourselves we would delete it all when we eventually went our separate ways.

And while I offered to do so before I left – and would have if she had asked me to – she told me that I could keep it. She said that it was a gift, that it was her way of saying ‘thank you’ for everything I taught her. In looking back, it’s amazing how much trust she placed in me.

To this day, I have hundreds of hours of explicit footage of the two of us, any ten seconds of which might well be enough to ruin her marriage and destroy her life. But while it’s one of my most cherished possessions, something I still look at at least once a month, I’ve never shown another soul and I never will.

So instead, I decided to write this story. I’ve of course changed the names and locations to protect all involved, but everything else is as I remember it. I hope you liked it (including you, “Nana”).

The end

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