Once I had him deep inside,
I began a slow rotation of my hips.
I grimaced at the pale white wall.
I put my hands on it to help push back into him,
get his dick to fill up my body until
there was nothing left of me inside.
I gasped, choked, and placed my hand on my
chest. I glanced up at him and replied, “I am married. My husband, on a good
day is a dog!”
“You can never have good sex from a drunk.”
“No, it depends on the person.”
“I agree but sometimes good sex is hard to
come by! That is not easy, you know.” He began to rub my shoulder gently. He
added, “Sweetie, not every problem is spiritual. You cannot solve physical
problems with spiritual solutions.”
Before I could blink, his hand travelled
slowly down my chest. He was within the reach of my bra. He made a push that
left me vulnerable. He grabbed my breast and squeezed it gently. I
turned my head away from him. I thought, I do not have to do this. I can stop
right now. I can straighten up and walk out. But I did not. He pinched and twisted
my nipple and I felt a unique feeling travel through my entire body. The pastor
was within the walls of my temple. We were in the closet. Free from the
troubles of this life. Just the two of us, there was no end to it, no end to
our iniquity. He pulled the nipple, slowly build anticipation, then apply
direct pleasure to every area and I was overcome with pleasure. He pretended he
was trying to break free. I held him down. How could you travel this far and abandon
me?
He stroked
my head gently with a hand and pleasured my nipple with the other. My husband
was the least of my worries. I just wanted to be free. I wanted a breath of
fresh air. Dalmos rested my head on his thigh; he was hard and I was weak. We
were both swimming in iniquity. I unzipped his trouser, took out his penis and
put it in my mouth. I felt his body growing big and hard inside my mouth. With
a long tongue, tender as the sweet movement of the morning breeze, I wrapped it
around his penis. He was clean. No stench hung in the air, no rotten banana
peel and no sour taste obstructed. I felt I had lemonade in my mouth and it was
great. Even though I hated the thought
of another woman sucking my man’s penis, the pleasure outweighs any greed. Now we
can actually share and allow Lady Tranquility to reign.
He
pulled me up. We kissed as I squeezed his balls. He groaned in pain and
pleasure. He was not comfortable; I must have squeezed them too hard. He gently
pulled me to a corner where he pinned me with my face to the wall. He pulled
down my underwear and rose up my skirt. He took me from behind. I pushed back, forced more
of him into me. Once I had him deep inside, I began a slow rotation of my hips.
I grimaced at the pale white wall. I put
my hands on it to help push back into him, get his dick to fill up my body
until there was nothing left of me inside. The back shots were strong and he
sustained it.
I suspected the pastor
was on drugs. There was no slowing down. Soon I was out of control. As I began
to moan aloud, he covered my mouth with his hand. “Please don’t put me trouble.
This is where I get my daily bread. You must not jeopardize it. Let me have my
honor. The usher is still in the building!” he whispered. “You cannot moan aloud
this time. Don’t worry we will do it in someplace else next time.”
I nodded in agreement,
barely muttered words that he could hear.
He was right. Moaning aloud could
put the both of us in trouble. He was the resident pastor and I am a member of
his congregation. Keeping me quiet was hard because I was under his spell and I
doubt if I could ever recover. His penis was bigger than that of my man and he
knew how to put it to use. The pastor knows how to make a tough woman crack. I
was broken. He was my healer. This could be the reason why I have the nightmares.
Each time we had sex, he has left me yearning for more. This is a terrible
curse and I am finding it so hard to break. I was on fire and I could feel the
heat on my face. “My vagina is yours. Fuck me like a dog!” I whispered to him,
tears rolling down my happy face.
My vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. I was very
wet. I tried to envelop him, to draw him in, and at the same time to press him
out. His erection grew larger and harder. I felt I was about to burst wide
open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual
pleasure. With all the years I have been with Jimmy, he has never managed this.
He was a mediocre but I love him. This pastor is a solid man and he knows his
job inside out. He knocked me over and over.
There was a sudden and powerful release of
sexual tension. He managed to leave his loads out of me. My hips were sprayed
with hot sticky mess. It was beautiful because I had also reached orgasm. I
think I had it two or more times. He kissed my neck, stroked my hair, he said,
“Lizzy, thank you for reaching out today. I have wanted to see you. I nearly
stopped at your house this morning. I have been worried about you because you
were not returning my calls since we met over a month ago.”
“I deliberately did not want to pick your
calls. You were calling too frequently and most of the time, Jimmy was there,”
I shot back. “You forgot that I am married.”
“I must confess, I love you with all my heart.
Jimmy is my friend but he is a terrible man! He drinks too much. He cannot
satisfy you...”
I interjected. “Dalmos, I didn’t come here for
sex. I came to see you because I have nightmare and I cannot sleep.”
He laughed and commented, “No, you don’t have
any nightmares, my love. You were missing me and I understand.”
"Love Birds" from
the unpublished
book by
Omoruyi Uwuigiaren.
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