Still… I took them out that evening to a cool spot. The way they ordered food and drinks as if their parents had given me money to spoil them. I kept my face calm. Inside, I was already scheming how I would get Angela alone and fuck her that night.
It was late into the night when they finished at the joint. On the way back, Sally suddenly announced that she had forgotten her purse at the house and that the key to her room was inside it. I offered to go and collect it for her.
Angela suggested she simply pass the night in her own room and collect the key the next morning, but Sally refused both ideas. She told Angela to continue home alone; she would follow me back to the apartment to pick up the purse herself.
Innocent me. I smelled nothing. She was my guy’s serious “virgin” girlfriend. As we walked she asked if I still had anywhere to go that night. I pointed toward a nearby bar and said I would freshen up and then head down to play snooker.
She complained that it was already late. I teased her that the night had only just begun for me.
Then she asked why I had refused to teach Afeez yahoo.
“Refuse keh?” I laughed. “Afeez is a big boy. He doesn’t need yahoo to survive. Besides, he doesn’t like it.”
She smiled. She knew I was right. Afeez came from a wealthy family and took good care of her.
We reached the apartment and found the purse exactly where she had left it on the reading table. I told her to wait a moment so I could shower; afterwards I would walk her through the lonely stretch of road to the junction before continuing to the snooker joint.
I was in the bathroom, soap still in my eyes, when the door suddenly flung open. Before I could properly see or react, Sally’s fingers wrapped around my cock and guided it straight into her warm, wet mouth.
Sally sucked the hell out of me. I kept asking myself the same questions over and over: how could this girl claim to be a virgin while sucking dick like a professional? How did a supposed virgin know exactly how to lick balls expertly, how to take me deep, how to use her tongue the way she did? Every movement was skilled, hungry, and confident.
One minute I was whispering for her to stop. The next I was groaning and pushing my dick deeper into her throat, fucking her mouth the way I would fuck a pussy. When I finally came, I shot heavy, thick loads straight down her throat, groaning helplessly.
I didn’t look down, but I felt her swallow everything and then lick me clean. Ahhh virgin licked and swallowed my cum like juice!
My cock softened. Reality tried to return—she was my guy’s babe—but before the guilt could fully settle, Sally took me back into her mouth. The more I hardened again, the faster the guilt disappeared. Within minutes, I was iron-hard once more. This time I didn’t waste a second. I pulled her up, lifted her, and carried her out of the bathroom straight to the bed.
The moment I dropped her onto the mattress, I lunged forward, grabbed the front of her blouse and yanked it open. Buttons popped like gunfire, scattering across the floor. Her gigantic breasts spilled free, heavy and perfect, nipples already pebbled in the cool air.
“You want to fuck right?” i growled, voice low and venomous, shoving her flat onto her back. My hands were rough, fingers digging into her hips.
Sally yanked her skirt and panties off in one motion exposing her fully. I wasn’t thinking anymore. Afeez, the bro-code, her claimed virginity, everything vanished. I only wanted to be inside her.
I spread her thighs wide, forcing them apart even further, almost to the point of strain—wide enough to make her wince, her pussy glistening, pink and swollen with anticipation. I positioned myself between her legs. I rubbed the blunt head of my dick against her slick folds, teasing her clit with short, brutal swipes.
Then, without warning, i slammed my full length into her in one ruthless thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Sally gasped, but it turned into a moan.
Omo! The way my cock slid in almost made me shout. She was soaking wet and surprisingly open, like wide open. If I hadn’t been well-sized I might have fallen straight through.
How was this woman a virgin? The thought ignited something feral in me. I thought of Afeez, he had been tricked, deceived and fooled. The thought fueled my rage at Sally for deceiving my friend and at myself for being so weak; maybe I should have resisted her strongly when she entered the bathroom.
The thought only made me fuck Sally rougher, my hands pinning her wrists above her head, stretching her body hard beneath me. I didn’t give her a moment to adjust. I continued to pull back almost entirely, then drove in again, harder, the bedframe groaning under the impact.
Each pound was angry, deliberate, my hips snapping forward with the force of a machine, balls slapping against her ass. Sally wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me deeper. As I pounded relentlessly deep, wide strokes that stretched her, filled her completely.
Sally’s back arched off the bed, a sharp scream tearing from her throat: “Fuck—Dayo!” Her walls clenched around me like a vice, hot and wet.
The room spun around us, the world narrowing to the sensation of my body against hers, the friction of our skin, the heat of our breath. I didn’t stop, I was fucking her with so much speed and precision, like my life depended on the quality fucking i was giving to her.
Whatever story she had told Afeez about virginity and waiting for the wedding night was already forgotten. She moved with me, moaning, meeting every stroke as though she had done this many time before. I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her almost in half, opening her wide for even more brutal thrusts, and began pounding her without mercy.
Every thrust was deep, hard, and relentless. The bedframe slammed against the wall as I drove into her. Sally’s screams filled the room, loud, broken, half pleasure and half overwhelm.
Her heavy yellow breasts bounced violently with each impact. Within minutes, her body seized. A strong squirt sprayed around my cock, soaking the sheets and my thighs. I didn’t slow down. I kept slamming into her through the orgasm
Sally screamed, her legs spread impossibly wide, knees pressed to her shoulders in a mating press that folded her in half. Her nails raked down my back, drawing blood, her screams peaking into ecstatic shrieks:
My cock plunged downward, slamming her pussy with piston-like precision, fast, rough and unyielding. I continued slamming into her rapidly; she wailed as she called my name repeatedly.
I didn’t stop, nor did I slow down my pace; I continued pumping into her with hard fast strokes. “I’m coming again—fuck, Dayo, don’t stop!” Her orgasm crashed over her, walls spasming around me, but I didn’t relent, pounding through it, extending her pleasure into agony.
Then, she directed me to sit up, with my back against the bedframe. A wicked glint played in her eye as she squatted on top of me, straddling me with a confidence that sent a surge of desire through me, her legs wide open in a way that positioned me in between her legs.
I could feel the heat of her pussy as it hovered above me, and I couldn’t wait to be inside her again. Her breasts pressed against my face. My hands quickly reached for her full and round breasts, her nipples hard and pointed; I pinched her swollen nipples hard and rough.
Slowly Sally lowered herself onto me, her wet vagina swallowed my huge dick instantly. I groaned, my hands gripped her hips.
She quickly adjusted and wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing her body against mine and her weight on my lap, allowing my dick to travel deeper inside her, as she began to rock and pump up and down my rod, her body rising and falling with slow, deliberate rhythm.
I looked straight into her eyes with flaming desire, and anger burning in me. My heart raced as she sped up, her tits bouncing with joy.
Her body moved quickly; I grabbed her hips. I began to thrust my hips upward, meeting her movements with a desperation that matched her own, while she pumped and rocked me, letting her clitoris rub on me.
I could feel her pussy as it clenched around me despite her wetness and wideness. She was driving me totally crazy with her movements. I leaned up and kissed her hungrily
Her screams escalated, raw and unrestrained: “Yes—oh God, harder! You’re so fucking sweet! “Sweat beaded on my brow, dripping onto her heaving breasts. She threw herself up and down my cock, landing on me with so much force that my laps ached.
Her screams were louder now. Our moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room. I cupped her full breasts in my palm, fondling them gently. My body strained with the effort of holding back my orgasm, because I wanted to last longer.
Sally’s moans grew louder. “Oh yea fuck me”, she yelled. Her body trembling above me as she neared another climax. Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was close.
We were wild now, grinding, gasping, moaning. I slipped my fingers beneath her, between her thighs, sliding them fast over her clit, rubbing it in time with her movements, until she squirted again, and then a third time, her pussy convulsing and gushing while she cried out and clawed at the mattress.
The more she came, the angrier I became. It truly pained me that she had looked Afeez in the eye and told him she was a virgin, that she was saving herself for their wedding night. My guy had believed her completely. He had been waiting patiently, protecting something that never existed. The pussy gripping my cock right did not belong to any virgin. It was experienced, open, and well-used—something that looked close to retirement.
The anger boiled over. It drove me wild—anger and lust twisting into a frenzy. i flipped her onto her stomach with effortless strength and shoved her forward until only her head and shoulders remained on the bed.
Yanking her hips up so her ass was presented high, cheeks spread, I grabbed her hips, spread her thick ass cheeks, and slammed back into her from behind with pure fury. My fingers bruised her hips as I rutted into her like an animal.
The angle let me go deeper; I tangled a hand in her hair, pulling her head back sharply. I pounded her harder, deeper, punishing the lie with every thrust, hitting that sweet spot that made her bury her face in the pillow, muffling her wails.
I fucked her mercilessly, using every ounce of the betrayal I felt. Each powerful stroke made her ass ripple, and her screams turned into desperate, choked cries.
The wet sound of my cock driving into her filling the room along with her loud, broken moans. The bed shook violently, the headboard banging against the wall; I didn’t care if the neighbours heard. I didn’t care about anything except the anger and the heat of her body. Sally’s body trembled, her screams turning hoarse:
“Dayo—please—it’s too much!” she cried. But her pussy betrayed her, clenching tighter, juices slicking my shaft as I pounded ruthlessly.
By the time we finished, there was not a single atom of regret in me. Sally could even read it on my face. She knew I was angry that she had been deceiving Afeez. We walked back to the junction in silence. Before she left she begged me not to tell Afeez; she promised she would find a way to confess herself.
I kept my side of the bargain. I never told him. Instead, I fucked Sally again three days later, on a rainy afternoon when Afeez had gone for classes. She had called me earlier to ask if I was in the house that afternoon; as soon as I replied yes, she said she was coming over. I wanted to stop her since it was about to rain and Afeez was not around and might return anytime, but I allowed her.
As the rain became a monster, battering the windows and drumming against the zinc roofing relentlessly, thunder rolled across the sky. Inside the room, we fucked even harder than the first time.
There was nothing left to hide; we were both fully in the wrong. Sally rode me wild and relentless, one of the craziest rides I had ever experienced.
When we finished, we lay side by side on the bed, catching our breath, the sheets tangled around our legs. The air was warm and heavy, carrying the scent of rain-soaked earth through the half-open window.
For a while, neither of us spoke. I was almost certain Afeez wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. With the roads flooded and the rain showing no signs of stopping, he would probably remain wherever he had gone until the weather calmed down. Still, the thought of him made something twist uncomfortably in my stomach. I turned to look at her.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
She glanced at me. “What?”
“Why did you lie to Afeez about being a virgin?”
Written by Tito
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