MR. TEACHER (1)
I was nicknamed Seal-breaker by my friends. Why? Because not only was I an expert in breaking virginity, I had deflowered so many girls. Why do I like virgins, I know not but I know having the knowledge that a girl was a virgin was a serious turn on for me. Although virgins in this generation were scarce, so I decided to aim a little lower and more specifically. My target were teenage girls. They were fresh, beautiful, chaste but gullible, which means that one of their highest weaknesses were words also known as flattery.
I had watched a lot of romantic movies, read a lot of romantic books and listened to a lot of R&Bs all because I wanted to up my game and be good at making girls swoon just at the sound of my voice and the words that escaped my mouth. I had broken so many hymen that it seemed like oxygen to me. Why do I like virgins? It was simply because I had been abused by one when I was a child. I was just sixteen and the first shadow of beard could be seen above my upper lip and back then, I was in SS2. An innocent church boy who loved the piano and minded business.
My abuser had been a member of my church. She was twenty four and was chubby. She was in the choir department and was one of the lead vocalist. Her name was Gloria. Anytime Gloria sang, the holy Spirit seemed to be interested in visiting the church that day for you’ll see other female members of the church going into a trance or simply falling under the amounting. Some would reel back and scatter the chairs, upsetting them and alarming the other members of the congregation standing around them.
If they were not lucky, they would hit the floor and start rolling, squirming or vibrating like a Nokia phone. One of the things which baffled me was how they always remembered to keep their thighs together. Another puzzle that was yet to be solved was why it always had to be the feminine gender. Young girls, ladies, mothers and even grandmothers weren’t an exception. As long as Sister Gloria was ministering with her sonorous voice, a female will surely fall under the anointing.
Everyone admired her and even I myself had a crush on her which only my best friend knew about. I just didn’t know how I was to profess my love to sister Gloria. I mean, she was eight years older than I was and not only did I dread being embarrassed, I also dreaded being rejected, so I decided that it was best if I kept my feelings to myself to avoid stories that touch. However, since I would sometimes go to the church in the evenings after school for personal trainings, I soon discovered that something was going on between sister Gloria and brother Efosa, the choirmaster.
He was thirty-two and had a fiancee whom worshipped in another church. The important factor that gave Brother Efosa a chance to cheat was because of the long distance relationship he had with his girlfriend. She was in the northern part of the country, working in a bank and he was based in Lagos, working as the manager of a company. I had known brother Efosa for a very long time and I didn’t like him. In fact, I hated him the more when I found out that he had finally reached the tentacles towards the very girl I was crushing on and what was more annoying was the fact that she was almost always all over him.
It is a surprising thing that once a guy in the church is good at singing, suddenly, every girl has a crush on him. The guy didn’t have to be handsome or rich, he just had to stand on that alter, sing and plunge everyone down an emotional tunnel and boom, every girl wanted to talk to him. You keep hearing his name popping up everywhere on every girl’s lips till it becomes so annoying you want to choke the next girl who mentions his name to you.
Anyways, back to sister Gloria, I started noticing that something was fishy when I would see brother Efosa and sister Gloria sneak into a dark corner in the church. I didn’t like it one bit and I wondered what was so attractive about brother Efosa. Although, he was sturdy but he was bald and had a bushy beard covering his chin and a moustache forming around his mouth, so why would girls be pulled to him like moths to light?
Each night sister Gloria followed brother Efosa into a corner, she came out looking more distressed. One evening, as I arrived church and decided to eat some superbite sausage and Viju milk, I heard people arguing and then brother Efosa burst out of the corner with sister Gloria following him with tears while she pleaded about something I had no idea of but he was resolute so he brushed her off and walked out of the church, got into his car and sped off while sister Gloria returned inside the church building, sat down at the rear of the church and began to weep with her face buried in her eyes.
Concerned, I tucked away my snack and drink and tentatively approached her. I sat down with her but didn’t know what to say. I naively placed my hand on her back and began to pat her gently. She looked up and I realized that her face was streaked with tears and her eyes were red. She stared at me for a moment as she slowly ceased crying then asked me an unexpected question.
“How old are you, Patrick?” She asked, sniffling.
“Um, sixteen going on seventeen by August.” I replied, slightly puzzled.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” She asked yet again.
I smiled shyly. I wanted to tell her that I would love to date her but nobody else but I said instead, “No.”
“Do you masturbate?”
That question deepened my puzzled frown. I looked around warily due to the fact that we were in a church. “Um, sister Gloria, that question is a little bit too per-” I started to say but she cut me off.
“Just answer!” She stated.
I swallowed hard but simply nodded, too shy and ashamed to verbally affirm it in church. “Good,” she said. “I want you to do me a favour, it’s very important. Can you come to my place after school, in the evening?” She asked.
“But I have practice.” I said.
“Forget about practice. I’ll give you ten thousand naira if you can be there at 5:30 p.m.”
At the mention of such an amount, my eyes widened and I blurted. “I’ll be there.”
“Okay.” She rose, taking her handbag. “Do not tell anyone about it.”
“I won’t.” I meekly answered.
Without a word, she wiped her face with her hands and walked out of the church leaving me dumbfounded, wondering what sort of favour was so important that she was willing to offer ten thousand naira for it. On my way home after practice, I just couldn’t stop thinking about her and I anticipated the next day like I had never done before.
To Be Continued…
©Angela Okoduwa
MR. TEACHER (2)
So I got to sister Gloria’s place nine minutes past 5. I was sweating because I had rushed down to her place after running an errand for my father. When I reached her house which was a self-contain apartment, I knocked on her outta wooden gate and she opened the door almost immediately as if she had been anxiously awaiting my arrival. Immediately, she grabbed my upper arm and pulled me in then glanced down the open hallway to be sure that no one had seen me. Surprised at her rough handling, I waited then she bolted the wooden door, adjusted her curtain and turned to look at me.
“I said 5.” She sounded displeased.
“I’m sorry, I had to run an errand for my father.” I apologized.
She sighed then said, “Come in.” I stepped out of the foyer then entered her bedroom and she bolted the door behind her. I stood there wondering why she was so nervous and also why she seemed skittish. I stood by the wall because I was confused of what to do next. There were two beds adjacent each other with a small aisle housing a reading chair and table in between where several motivational books, bibles, jotters and other materials laid.
The two beds were neatly dressed and even though I had no idea which was hers, I was certain that one of it belonged to her roommate, sister Yemisi who was also a chorister. The church had rented this apartment and had paired them up to live together as a form of assistance for their service to the church. There were two wallpapers on the wall. One was about a beautiful and neat kitchen and the other contained several pictures of Don Moen.
There was also a tall shoe rack that contained several footwears which most of it were high heels of different colours, inches and designs. In a corner, there was a wardrobe and a towel was draped over one of the unlocked doors. I noticed other things and I realized that this was actually the first time I had entered a female’s room that wasn’t my sister. I was still sweating despite the fan which was slow and made squeaking sounds. I had worn one of my favorite pairs of clothes and it was all to impress sister Gloria.
“Where’s sister Yemisi?” I finally asked.
“She has gone for Bible study. I told her that I was sick.”
“But you don’t look sick”, I wanted to say but stayed mute instead, waiting for her to tell me what she had invited me over for. In as much as I was excited to be in her room, I was also looking forward to the ten thousand naira. In fact, I had even made a list of what I would spend it on.
“Sit down.” She said, pointing to the bed with a blue bedsheet close to the bathroom and I obeyed. She moved to a chest freezer that I hadn’t noticed and brought out a bottle of chilled fanta and before I could refuse, she uncorked it and handed it to me.
“That will help you cool down for a while.” She said, standing in front of me.
I took the drink and took a sip, enjoying the cold sensation as it travelled down my throat. After a short while of awkward silence, she finally asked, “Patrick, have you ever been alone in a room with the opposite sex before?”
“Yes, my mother and my sister.” I ignorantly answered and she rolled her eyes.
“I mean with a girl who is not related to you.”
“Oh! No, I have not.” I answered.
“Have you ever seen the naked body of a woman before?”
If I was fair, I would have blushed but I was a tall dark almost-lanky boy. “I’ll be honest. I have only see my teacher’s be laps. She doesn’t properly in class.”
She hissed. “I mean a girl in your peer group…”
I hesitated as I tried to remember and when I couldn’t come up with any memory relating to that, I shook my head. She seemed to frown a bit then said, “It means you are a novice then.”
“Novice in what?” I asked, puzzled.
She began to unbutton her shirt and that was when I realized that she was actually tying a towel underneath the shirt. As she shrugged off the shirt, I almost lost the hold on the bottle of my fanta and my jaw literally dropped when she finally untied the towel to reveal her nudity. What caught me more was her pink nipples. Sister Gloria was so fair that her stretch marks were almost red.
With a shivering hand, I slowly lowered the bottle to the floor between my feet without taking my eyes off her chest. I couldn’t believe what was happening that I had to blink several times before I realized that I wasn’t dreaming nor imagining any of this. She seemed to watch my reaction for a moment then as if reading my mind, she said, “You can go ahead and touch it.”
Hesitantly, I lifted my hand and reached for it and I naively tweaked the right nipple before I boldly spread my fingers and held the breasts. Oh my! It was so warm and soft. I swallowed hard and I could feel that a taut tent had formed in my pants already. This was the first naked body I was seeing and I was totally mesmerized by the sight of it.
“Well, Patrick, to be frank, the reason I called you here is because I want you to break my virginity.” She confessed at last.
I stared at her in disbelief and could only utter one word, “Why?”
She swallowed hard and a sheepish look crossed her face. “I know you have been noticing brother Efosa and I for a while now. Truth is, we are dating and brother Efosa has told me that the only way he can marry me is by getting pregnant for him first. It’s their family tradition.”
“But the church won’t wed you if you are pregnant.” I managed to say, avoiding lowering my gaze to her V-line that was calling to me.
She snorted. “The church doesn’t have to know anything. Even if they later find out, it would have been too late by now.”
“Then why me?” I asked. “I’m just a boy. I have never had sex before.”
“The problem is Efosa and I have been trying for days but he can’t seem to get in and in frustration, he has given up and said that if I can’t go and do something about it, then there’s no us. So, this is where you come in. I have been watching you in church for a while now and I know that you are a good boy who doesn’t have many friends and somehow, I trust that you can keep a secret.”
“But I don’t know anything about sex. I’m sixteen, remember?” I reminded her.
“I believe that you are not totally ignorant, after all, you take biology classes in school. I myself know a few things and I’ll guide you. If you can succeed in doing what I have asked of you today, before sister Yemisi gets back from church, I promise that I’ll give you ten thousand naira.”
I didn’t need to think twice, I instantly agreed. I get to have sex with my crush and also get ten thousand naira, why would I want to pass off such an offer? Immediately, she got on her knees in front of me and began to hurriedly unbuckle my trousers while I tried to assist her. When she finally pulled my trousers and boxers down my waist, I sprung free and the head of my erection hit her on the face, leaving a thin trail of pre-cum.
Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at my erection and then at my face. “I thought you said you are sixteen? How come you are this big?” She asked but I shrugged. I was oozing pre-cum, anxiously waiting to get laid. Suddenly, she swallowed it inside her mouth and I let out a loud moan as I closed my eyes and began to imagine all the styles my friend and I had discussed we were going to do if ever we get an opportunity to get laid.
Sister Gloria did wonders to me that within two minutes, I blew off in her mouth and she hurried to the bathroom to spit it into the toilet. When she returned, she laid on her stomach on the bed, spread her thighs and asked me to eat her from behind. At first, I made a face of disgust. Why would I want to put my mouth where she peed from. I was more interested in sucking her pink nipples or sticking myself into her but she told me that the only way to prepare my body was to eat her out and that I should just forget about her boobs for now.
Reluctantly, I got on my knees and hesitantly ate her out like the novice I was but I realized that she didn’t smell that bad down there like I had always imagined of every woman. Within five minutes, she told me that I could enter because she had read that it was easier to deflower a virgin by entering from behind while she she was fully laid on her stomach on the bed.
When I couldn’t find her juicy orifice, she guided me but I could not push in. Frustrated and realizing that time was ticking away, she spread her legs wider, dug her fingers into the sheet, then bit hard into her pillow after instructing me to coat myself with Vaseline and shove myself hard into her and she would muffle her scream with the pillow and I did just that. With all my strength, I plunged in and when I pulled back a bit, I saw blood coating my erection and the rim of her pussy.
I soon began to thrust in put of her slowly as she hissed and whimpered in pain, I was still enjoying the tightness and warmth when someone knocked on the window, startling us and I quickly pulled out of her and scurried to a corner. She sat up in alarm then waited to see if we had imagined the knock but the knock came again. The curtain was drawn so we couldn’t see who it was.
“Who’s that?” She asked with dread.
“It’s Yemisi.” A female voice grudgingly answered. “I have been knocking on the door for a long time but you didn’t answer it.”
With wide eyes, Sister Gloria turned to look at me in shock and scared to death myself, my erection died instantly!
To Be Continued…
© Angela Okoduwa
MR. TEACHER (3)
We panicked now. I didn’t know what to do. It was obvious that even sister Gloria wasn’t expecting her to be back this soon. She quickly grabbed a gown and slipped into it after she quickly wiped off the blood from her inner thighs and private part with the towel she had initially tied. She quickly yanked off the stained bedsheet and squeezed it into one of her bags then she turned to look at me. She accessed me for a minute then suddenly snatched a wig from the wall where it was hung along with other wigs then she handed it to me. Holding the wig, I was confused as I watched her rush to her bag to look for a long flair gown, a pair of slippers and a scarf. Before I could protest, she made me wear everything and then asked me to cover my head with the scarf and hide my face.
When she was satisfied with the outcome, she tried to compose herself as she finally opened the door, went out into the foyer and also unlocked the wooden net gate. Angry and frustrated, sister Yemisi brushed past her. “What took you so long?!” She demanded.
“I’m sorry…” I heard sister Gloria say. “I told you that I am sick and I didn’t hear you because I was sleeping.”
“Fine.” Sister Yemisi who was still angry walked into the room and I saw her give me a curious look. “Who’s this?” She asked.
“Oh!” Sister Gloria was nervous now. “This is Ugo, a friend of mine. She came to visit.”
“Well, it’s a good thing. It’s just the thing I needed and God has provided it. Good evening sister, Ugo, I’m Yemisi.” She stretched a hand towards me and I only smiled through my veil and shook her hand. I shook her hand so hard that when she gave me a look, I realized my mistake and immediately pulled my hand back. “I was afraid to speak because I suspected that my imitation of a female voice would be so pathetic that it would give me away.”
“You don’t speak?” Sister Yemisi spoke. She was a slim lady in her early twenties but had wider hips and she was dark in complexion. Her hair was kinky because she had refused to relax it and she never wore any earrings but she was beautiful.
“She is a shy person because she stammers, so she doesn’t really speak much.” Sister Gloria quickly said on my behalf.
“Oh! May the good Lord restore you completely.” Sister Yemisi beamed down at me then added, “there’s nothing God cannot do.”
I nodded but lowered my face and that was when sister Gloria asked. “What did you mean earlier when you said it’s just what you need and that God has answered your prayers?”
“I was actually hoping that we should hold a vigil tonight, since it’s Friday. But now that sister Ugo is here, it will be more fun.” She explained.
I grew tensed while sister Gloria quickly countered. “No o, that cannot happen. Sister Ugo is not staying the night. He… I mean she has to leave… In fact, she was just about leaving when you returned.”
Sister Yemisi gave me a skeptical look. “Sister Ugo, I have a strong positive feeling about you staying back. I feel that the Almighty God wants to work wonders in our lives and you never can tell what great wonders can occur tonight if you stay the night, so I insist that you do, I promise you that you won’t regret it.” She tried to convince me but I glance to Gloria for help and she seemed helpless.
“Maybe some other time, Yemisi but Ugo really never planned to spend the night. Her family will be worried about her if she doesn’t return home.” Sister Gloria intervened yet.
“If that’s the problem, you can give your family a call and tell them where you are… Besides… It’s about to rain.”
Gloria gave her a baffled look now. “How come you even returned home earlier than normal?” She inquired.
“The sky was showing signs of an impending rain after the service finished. So instead of trekking as usual, I begged mama Rachel to give me a lift home to avoid being caught in the rain.”
“What rain?” Gloria gave her a skeptical look. “There’s no rain at all.”
“I thought you said you were sick.” Yemisi accused Gloria noticing the way she was agile and defensive.
Gloria immediately pretended to look weak then answered. “Sister Ugo bought me some drugs.”
“And I can see that the drugs are really working. As long as sister Ugo is not complaining about staying the night, I don’t see any reason why you should complain on his behalf.” With that, she picked her slippers and put them on the rack then said, “Is there water in the bathroom, I want to bath.”
My ears twitched at the mention of bath and before I could do anything, Yemisi suddenly pulled her blouse over her head and then pulled off her skirt. Her undies were made of white lace material and in as much as I knew that the right thing for me to do was to close my eyes, I couldn’t. I watched her unhook her bra from behind, pulled it off and tossed it on the bed, revealing her perky breasts which had a wide areola and fat nipples to go with.
I saw Gloria given me a sign, secretly signalling me to look away but I ignored her. Jeez! I get to see the nudity of two women in a day. Sister Yemisi took off her panties and I realized that unlike sister Gloria, she was unshaved but her hips were perfect. Grabbing the towel from the wardrobe door, she wrapped it around her body and soon disappeared into the bathroom. I was as hard as rock between my legs but I didn’t want Gloria to notice so I clamped my thighs together.
Gloria sat next to me and began to whisper what we were going to do while Yemisi had her bath. I whispered back that I didn’t know. She told me that Yemisi could be overbearing some times and if she didn’t get what she wanted, she tend to take offence so she begged me to bear the night and stay the night and said that I could leave very early tomorrow morning before Yemisi woke up since she was a deep sleeper.
I reluctantly agreed because I thought that staying the night would enable me have sex with Gloria once again since Yemisi was a deep sleeper. Minutes later, Yemisi stepped out of the bathroom, wet and clad in her towel again. She greeted me and asked if I had eaten and when I shook my head, she chided and teased Gloria that she had no hospitality. Gloria got up, warmed the beans she had in her pot and soon returned with a stealing plate of beans. She grabbed the slice bread on the fridge and gave it to me.
As I ate, I saw Yemisi take off her towel then began to cream herself. When she was done, she slipped into a flimsy cream nightie then sat down on her bed. She leaned her back against the wall and began to read a motivational book. Then she announced that we would start the vigil at 10p.m. and end it by 2a.m. At exactly that time, we began the vigil and sister Gloria led the praise and worship while sister Yemisi did the preaching. It was stressful. While I listened to her drone on and on about salvation, I would nod off to sleep at intervals but Gloria would nudge me awake.
I hated Yemisi at that moment. Here I was dying to sleep and she just didn’t want to give the sermon up. At 1:30a.m., the clouds released the rain it had been hoarding and the downpour was harsh. Cold wind wafted into the room and caused goose pimples. I saw sister Yemisi’s nipples harden through her night gown and I concentrated on that. In fact, it kept me wide awake till the end. When the vigil was finally over and it was time to sleep. Yemisi complained that Gloria’s bed was too small for both of us to comfortably sleep on it so she suggested that we joined the two beds together.
Gloria took away the chair and table and then the two beds were pulled together. I was offered a pillow and I laid down in between the two ladies. Soon, the room grew quiet and the power was taken, leaving us in darkness. I was waiting for Yemisi to sleep deeply before I could turn and start groping Gloria but much to my dismay, I soon realized that she had fallen asleep.
Not pleased that she had bailed out on me, I soon realized that my body was awfully close to Yemisi. She was lying on her side, backing me and the more I shifted away from her, the more I realized that her buttocks had covered the space I had left between us. I would shift and shift but somehow in her sleep, she would cover the space. She did this until there was no more space to shift and I was forced to lie on my side facing her. Lying in between two ladies had made my manhood so hard, especially because I had been looking forward to digging Gloria and the rain also contributed to it.
I laid there and tried to force myself to sleep and that was when Yemisi shifted again and this time, my eyes flew open as her next movement, forced my erection through her ass crack, even though we still have our clothes preventing direct contact. I tried to be still, wondering if I had been caught. I feared that if Yemisi felt my manhood in between her buttocks, then she would definitely know that I was not an Ugo but a guy but she didn’t rouse from her sleep and I felt my manhood twitching in between her buttocks in a mixture of anticipation and dread.
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