Amaka sighed as her fiancé kissed and licked around her big nipples. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. God, she wanted him inside her, but she had vowed to wait until they were married and not for the first time since they had met, she considered breaking that vow.
Amaka was a typical “spoiled” upper-class Abuja girl. She had attended only the most exclusive private schools and had just graduated first class from Babcock University. It was at Babcock that she had her first and only sexual experience.
She had been seduced by one of her lecturers, a snobbish, uptight, older man whom she had foolishly thought she loved. He had slobbered all over her big breasts as he took her virginity and he ejaculated inside his condom minutes after penetrating her vagina.
It had hurt and not been the least bit enjoyable, but she had loved him.
Days later she had caught him with another student and she had fled crying from his office. She had vowed never to have sex again until the “I do’s” had been said between her and a man she was sure loved her and wasn’t just after her body.
Obi tried to unbutton her blouse further down past her navel. He had kissed down her belly to her navel when she stopped him.
“Only two more days, baby,” she told him as she stared at him seductively.
“Then this bodies all yours.”
And what a body it was. Obi had never seen as perfect a figure as his future wife had. He had been waiting with her parents when Amaka returned from university.
Obi Nnawnko Charles, a descendant of the Naval admiral by the same name, had been set up to meet Amaka by their parents. He hadn’t been thrilled with the idea of an arranged date but had given in, when he had been shown a picture of the beautiful young woman. Obi had felt his penis stir in his trousers the moment she had walked into the room.
Amaka had been angry with her parents at first since she was just getting over the lecturer, but she had conceded to having dinner with the dashing young pharmacy student. He had quickly charmed her and she had agreed to another date. They had been dating for eight months when he asked her to marry him.
Obi could swear that his penis hurt, when she stopped him. “Come on honey, you can’t leave me like this,” he said despairingly as he stood up to show her his bulge. “I know you started taking the pill, so why wait?”
“I want it too, but It’s only two days honey,” she said. “Then you get to be the first person to put his bare penis inside me.”
Obi knew about the lecturer and how the experience had hurt her so much.
Amaka suddenly had a naughty thought, and said,
“Wait here.” She ran to the bathroom, put a glob of Vaseline on her hand and returned to her fiancé. He was still standing there with a curious look on his face when she sat down to face his chair. Amaka looked up at Obi seductively as she slowly unzipped his shorts with her empty hand.
Obi couldn’t believe it, Amaka was going to give him a blow job. He had dreamed about this all year. Some of Obi’s cruder friends had told him she had DSL (dick-sucking lips) when they had first seen her. He watched his fiancé take out his penis and began stroking it with her vaseline-covered hand.
He was disappointed when he realized all she was doing was wanking him off, but he started enjoying the sensations. Anyway, this was a step in the right direction.
He smiled at the thought of breaking into this practically virginal woman. He had fucked around with lots of women and fantasized about all the new experiences he could teach his fiancé. He smiled down at the expression on her face, it was a cross between disgust and fascination.
His mind kept screaming SUCK IT, SUCK IT. Yeah baby, get to know the cock that you’re going to worship with your mouth, the cock that’s going to give you your first orgasm, the cock that’s going to fuck your big ass. Yeah, that tight pussy’s all mine.
This was the farthest he had ever gotten Amaka and the excitement caused him to shoot his load after a few minutes.
Amaka found wanking off Obi to be disgusting, but she had never gotten this close of a look at a penis before. She had briefly seen the lecturer’s penis, nearly hidden by his paunch and she hadn’t been all that impressed. Obi’s was bigger, just over six inches she guessed and slightly thicker. It was beautiful, erotic in a way, as it jumped beneath her stroking hands all shiny with vaseline.
It twitched and Amaka jumped back as a strand of semen flew out of the flared head of his cock, it was quickly followed by a couple of smaller gobs. Yuck, she thought as she ran to clean up. Obi yelled through the bathroom door that he would meet her out on the beach.
Her parents had rented out a resort inn for the wedding. It sat right on the beach. Tonight and tomorrow, wedding guests will be staying there until the reception downstairs. Then everyone, including the owners, was leaving so that the newly married couple would have the large house all to themselves.
Amaka slipped on one of her more daring bikinis. The cups were small and revealed a lot of her breasts out of the bottoms and sides. The panties barely covered her firm behind, and it was a leopard-skin pattern that made her feel like a wild animal.
She wouldn’t have dared put on the bikini in front of her parents and the other guests, but most wouldn’t be arriving until tomorrow night. She liked what she saw in the bathroom mirror.
“Make way for Amaka, Queen of the Jungle,” she said. “roarrr.”
She threw a towel over her shoulder and walked down the steps. She turned the corner towards the beach exit and nearly got knocked down as she bumped into the chest of a large man. He grabbed her and held her steady. She found herself completely engulfed in his arms and was staring at a large barrel chest. When he started caressing her sides, she looked up at a large handsome face staring down at her. She jumped back angrily.
“Well, well,” he chuckled.
“The jungle Queen isn’t ready to submit to the Strong warrior before her.” He then added, “Yet.”
Amaka noticed another large man watching them from the corner of the room. She had never been around a lot of muscular men, nor had anyone ever spoken to her like that before. She was suddenly very conscious of her near nudity and felt intimidated and a little frightened.
“Y..you just keep your hands off me,” she managed to stutter. “Get out of my way.”
The man she had bumped into, held his hands up in a gesture of submission and motioned for her to pass. She angrily stomped past the two men and out the door towards the beach.
Haruna and Adamu smiled at each other as they watched the angry woman marching down to the beach. Their tongues were practically hanging out of their mouths as they watched her bouncy butt shake as she walked over the sand.
“Bro, that had to have been the sexiest butt I’ve ever seen. said Adamu in awe.
He was the bigger of the two at 6’7″ to Haruna’s 6’2”. The two men worked as bartenders at the strip bar, usually wearing nothing but bow ties and tight boxers to show off their abnormally large bulges. They both were weight lifters and had fucked many a married woman from both the gym and the bar.
They had taken the bartending job at the reception because Amaka’s father was offering 25,000 Naira cash for three hours work.
“You gonna fuck her?” asked Haruna.
“Yeah, I think I am,” said Adamu confidently. “How about you?”
“I don’t think we can.” answered Haruna
“Why Not?” asked Adamu
“Because here comes her husband,” answered Adamu as he pointed towards the beach.
Obi was furious, Amaka had been a nervous wreck as she told him of her encounter with the men, and he wanted to know what a couple of “hoodlums” were doing at their inn. He burst into he room and slammed the door.
“Which one of you “boys” touched my fiancé.” screamed Obi angrily. He stopped when he saw the size of the two men standing before him. They actually seemed amused at his indignation.
” Na accident, Sir,” said Adamu in his most subservient voice. “Madam just bumped into me, and I caught her.”
“What are you “boys” doing here anyways?” asked Obi a little more confident now with their submissive behaviour.
“Sorry, Sir,” Haruna chimed in. “We dey set up the bar for the reception.
Stupid Hausas with their bad English thought Obi, No wonder they never amount to anything.
“You just keep your dirty hands off, my fiancé,” he said. “Or I’ll find another couple of bartenders for my wedding.” Obi saw their eyes narrow at that comment and sensing he had gone too far he backed off and returned to his wife.
Adamu and Haruna cracked up laughing as they watched the man fleeing down the beach.
“Set up the bar for the reception,” Adamu laughed, clapping his friend on the back.
“That was classic.”
“You weren’t so bad yourself, bro” said Haruna.
“So that hot bitch is marrying that asshole.” he nodded out the window. Amaka was modelling her bikini for her husband.
Adamu watched as she did a little pirouette before her husband a distance from the Inn. He remembered the way she felt in his arms when she had bumped into him. He grabbed her up by her breasts and slowly moved his hands down over her full hips. His cock stirred as he watched her out on the beach.
Doubtless, that little fool was bragging about how he had put the two “boys” in their place.
“Well, there goes all hope of fucking that bitch,” sighed Haruna.
“I don’t think so, bro,” said Adamu, still staring at the bride-to-be.
“I don’t care how hot you think you are, Adamu. You can’t fuck a woman just when she’s getting married,” argued Haruna. “A few years from now, sure, no problem.”
“Remember our little trip to Ghana?” Adamu asked.
“Yeah so,” replied Haruna a little perplexed.
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