Must Read: Legend Of The Fucckers (18+)

7 years ago

Must Read: Legend Of The Fucckers (18+)

I was shocked at what I just heard. I took a quick look at her. She looked dead serious, like she had giving it a thorough though before coming to the conclusion to get rid of it.
“What did you just say?” I asked, hoping the question would instill some sense into her. It didn’t.
“I have thought about it for some time now, and I have made up my mind.” She declared.

I asked what made her take such rash decision and she told me it had been nagging in her mind for some time now. After speaking with her for some minutes, I understood what was the driving factor;
Peer influence.

Amongst the girls, they considered it ‘un-cool’ and ‘odd’ to be a virgin at that age. It seemed they were made jest of and called primitive and un-social for being virgins.
“And when you made that comment about virginity and dignity, I decided to take the bold step.” She said.
This is a stupid step and not a bold step!- I thought to myself. I wish I had said it out, I wished I had the courage to tell her how wrong her friends were, but I wasn’t; or I couldn’t. I wanted to discourage her, or at least, my weak spirit wanted to discourage her; but the ever willing flesh took over.
“How do you intend to achieve this?” I asked.
“I don’t really know. Some of my friends do it by themselves using foreign objects, but I don’t think I can do that.” She said.

The images started playing on my mind once more, clouding my better judgment. It was bad enough that I had discouraged a young girl from keeping her virginity, now I’m having thoughts of doing the deed myself.

If you don’t do it, others will!- said that loud voice once more, energizing the ever ready flesh.
“Your first experience really matters so you don’t have to use artificial objects.” I said to her. She stared at me with keen interest, same way she does when I solve one of the numerous maths problems she brings with strange methods she doesn’t understand.
I continued.
“Your first time will go a long way in ensuring you have a normal relationship with the opposite s*x. If its bad, you may start to hate s*x and it will affect your future.” I said to her.
“So, what do you suggest?” she asked expectantly, like she wanted me to make the move.
“Uncle, we have furthermaths!” said the same voice from the window.

Damn! Not that class captain again.

This time around, she didn’t move when I told her I was coming to her class. She stayed back at the window and kept staring at Omore and I. Finally, I left the lab and went to the class without concluding the discussion with Omore.

The days that followed marked a turn-around in my ‘cordial’ friendship with Omore. It seemed we had broken the ice between us. We started engaging in light romance sessions at the lab; caressing of laps, squeezing of bossoms, kissing and so on. We ensured we were careful never to be seen. With the textbooks and calculator laying abandoned on top of the desk, we would sneak our hands beneath the table and caress some laps. I changed my sitting position at the lap, ensuring I had a full view of anyone approaching the lab. Gradually, the light romance started getting hotter. We were no longer satisfied with the light kisses and br’ea’st squeezing; we moved a notch higher to br’ea’st handling and caressing of the cl!t. Soon, we were bored with that; and just like Oliver twist of the famous Charles d!ckens’ novel; We wanted some more.

That was how we agreed to meet at my place.

We both were excited about the idea. She informed me of her plans and how her friend was going to cover for her and so on. She sounded excited, I was excited too, at least until the d-day, when I started having feelings of guilt. As I waited for her that day in my room, the feeling of excitement gradually fade off, and was replaced by a feeling of guilt. The better part of my was against this act ad was peppering my conscience already.

It’s wrong in all ramifications!- it warned me.

I listened to the voice, I decided I wasn’t going to do it; and just as I was about to dress up and leave my room, I heard the tap on my door; Omore entered my room.

It would have been easier if I just stepped out and didn’t have to be confronted by the pretty damsel seated on my bed. Her new apparel looked a bit slutty, a mini-skirt exposing a larger part of her fleshy skin as she sat on the bed. I offered her soft drinks and some cookies biscuit. I went into my kitchen momentarily and the war raging inside me started all over again.

This is wrong!- said the swift firm whisper inside my head.

This is mutual consent, if you don’t pop her, she might use foreign objects on herself!-
“Come and put movie for me.” Omore called from the room and I abandoned the two voices to go and attend to her.

I sat beside her after putting on the home video collections I hired because of her and we started watching.
“You really look gorgeous, especially without your uniform.” I commented and she smiled.

When she gazed at her wrist watch the second time within five minutes, I instinctively knew it was time to make my moves as she was conscious of time.

We started the romance session again, but this time around, it was more intense than ever. She didn’t hesitate when I moved the clothes, exposing her feminine curves and a full set of br’easts with thick swollen nipppples. I teased them with my tongue and she let out light m0ans, clutching on my head and encouraging me to sU-Ck her more. I sq££zed her inner thighs, traced the paths on her tommy with my tongue, enjoying the reaction on her as she squirmed and twitched her waist. She was visibly shaking and felt helpless under my touch.

When I moved to pull the pants, she tugged on my hands, resisting it firmly. I didn’t insist, I left the pants and continued my romance with her. When I tried again, she still held on it strongly. Although she had told me she wanted to lose her virginity, I knew when it gets down to real action, she may develop cold feet and opt out. Somehow, deep inside me, I prayed she gets the cold feet. I was enjoying what we were doing, and finding it hard to come to terms with the real deal of dis-virgining her. We continued the hot romance for half an hour. Then she broke away from me, looked me into the eyes like she was looking for answers there.
“don’t hurt me.” She said as she slipped her hands into her waist and pulled down her pants.

Liver cut me!

My heart started beating faster. All the feeling of guilt came down heavy on me, like I was about to commit an unforgivable sin. I moved closer to her and started the kissing and sU-Cking over again. I moved my hands down her laps and caressed it and she spread it wider on the bed.
But something was wrong!
I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t feel the pressure down on my dkk again; it was as limp as a pound of flesh with no muscles or bones. I tried to arouse it, brushing it on her succulent laps but it didn’t respond. I tried harder, teasing and sU-Cking her brea’st, moving my hips against her spread thighs like I was fcking, but all was unsuccessful.

I became alarmed. I broke away from her and sat on the bed. It was embarrassing.
“what’s wrong?” Omore asked.
“Nothing.” I answered and walked into my bathroom. I removed my boxers and stared at the limp flesh in between my legs. I tried caressing it a bit, but the awkward feeling made it more limp as it shrank a bit inside.

I came out from the bathroom with a defeated look; worry mixed with embarrassment. She kept asking what was wrong and I kept telling her nothing.
“did I say anything you didn’t like?” she asked innocently.
“its not you, its me. I don’t think I can do this.” I answered her.
“Why?” she asked again, looking into my eyes as if the answers where there.