The story I am about to share with you is a true life story, even now that I’m writing it, I want to come out of it and that’s why I want you dear readers to tell me what to do after reading my story because I’m in a fix. My name is Iyosaya George, I am 20 years old and I’m from Okiriika in Rivers State. It all started on a Sunday morning, I was alone in the house because my parents and siblings had gone to church. I was about washing my clothes when my mum’s friend Aunty Amaka drove into our compound, I wasn’t surprised when I saw her because she does not go to church. Aunty Amaka had been so good to my family since she and my Mum became friends some five years ago. Mum had met her four days after we moved into Ikenegbuin Owerri from Amarii-Ama in Port-Harcourt in 2005. I was just 15 years old at that time. Aunty Amaka is fair in complexion and very pretty to the extent that she’s been nicknamed ‘aunty too fine by her friends and customers. She has two kids and runs one of the best boutiques in town. Her husband is also a businessman. Aunty Amaka and my mother are quite close such that Mum regards her as a younger sister, though she is about 11 years older than her.
” I wasn’t expecting to see anyone at home, I drove in because I was in the vicinity” she said as she alighted from the car.
A customer called me to drop some clothes for her, so I decided to check on your family before leaving.”
“Aunty, that’s so good of you, thank you so much” [ replied. “That is why I have always said that you are caring,” I continued,
“What about your parents and siblings?” she asked and I replied that they had gone to church. She starred coyly at me for a minute.’
“So what are you doing at home?” she asked me. I explained to her that I had been so busy throughout the week that I couldn’t wash my clothes and decided to do it that Sunday. She sat close to me on the bench and said “George, there’s something I have always wanted to tell you. I have been having crazy thoughts of you for the past few weeks:’
“Oh, aunty, I hope there is no problem?” her revelations had stunned me a bit.
“Not at all George” she responded by smiling and Aunty Amaka has a very cute smile. “Can you hang out with me tonight?
You don’t have to tell your Mum about it. I just want to take you to a cool place for some drinks:’
“I am sorry aunty, I don’t drink,”
“You are funny George, who told you that I want you to take alcohol. you’ll take any drink of your choice” she got up. “I
have to be on my way now, see you tonight,” she left.
‘What is she up to’ I asked myself as I remembered when the same Aunty’ Amaka tried to kiss me two years ago before we
were interrupted. As I thought about her invitation, my curiosity got the better of me and at exactly 6.30pm, she called me
and told me that she was very close to my house and that l should wait for her outside my gate.
”’Where are you taking me to?” I asked her as we drove off.
“You’ll soon find out” she drove straight to Admiral Hotel and bar, close to Aladinma police station at IMSU back gate.
“What will you drink?” ‘
“A bottle of malt will be okay” I replied.
“A hundred times no, for God’s sake you’re a man and must start acting like one,” she ordered some beer, by the time, I finished my bottle of beer, and my eyes were already turning, Aunty Amaka started caressing my thighs and my body responded instantly. I was caught in a dilemma. I didn’t know whether to return her touch or back out from the game.
“I can see you’re on fire,” she said as she touched my dick and saw how hard it had become. I reached for her thighs, when I could take it no more. “George not here, let’s go inside the car”, She unzipped my trouser and pulled out my hard dick as we got into the car, while I folded her breasts as we kissed in frenzy. After a while, she suggested that we go to a better place and we ended up at Hollywood hotel.
“Aunty, but you are married, why are you doing this, what if your husband finds out? What about your children?” I fired her with questions that were pricking my conscience. She explained that her husband had travelled to Ghana and her kids had gone to the village to visit their grandma. She further told me how much she loved and admired me because of the way I assist my mother with household chores, she practically begged me to make love to her. I refused, instead she pulled off her clothes, and my body reacted more forcefully when I saw her nakedness. She was a complete beauty, her thighs were well curved, her navel was like a rounded goblet and her breasts were two twins of a gazelle in paradise.
She is a cross between Angelina Jolie, Omotola and Rihanna, as she moved closer and grabbed my pleasure stick and started sucking. I was in cloud nine, when she let go of my meat missile, I allowed my tongue to do justice to her hot, wet, sweet and freshly trimmed pussy.
‘Who taught you that, oh my God!” she screamed as my tongue worked its way up and down her cunt. “Suck me harder,” her eyes were tightly shut as she continued to scream, I wasn’t quite sure she knew what she was saying. “Please George f–k me, don’t keep me waiting, and f–k me” I ignored her and instead sucked her nipples hungrily like a baby; I had got all these experiences from the pornographic movies I watched often. I finally entered in her and felt as if the world had ended. I pounded her while she continued to scream how much she loved me and how I was killing her with my thrusts. There was no style that we didn’t do, I even fucked her buttocks.
We eventually made love six times that night.
“George you’re truly a sex god, you’re strong and can make love to a woman. No man has ever stayed on me for 10 minutes
but you stayed for 30 minutes on me. Who taught you all that about sex, I have never been this sexually satisfied, thank you” she murmured.
Aunty Amaka gave me N20,000 and asked for another round of sex as I was about leaving the hotel room that morning. Mum was angry with me when I got home and I had to lie to her that I had gone for night browsing at the cafe. She eventually told me that my dad had travelled that morning and warned me never to stay out late without her knowledge again.
…To Be Continued
