MY SPIRITUAL WIFE
EPISODE 3
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Oluchi and I couldn’t wait to get into the room. Halfway in and we’d already shed our clothes, ripping the clothes off each other’s bodies, hungrily.
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I pushed Oluchi onto the bed, anxiously.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I spread Oluchi’s thighs apart and slid my hard throbbing “member” into her wet feminine crevice.
(How I knew that the flesh hanging from between my thighs could fit perfectly inside the opening in-between Oluchi’s legs is still a mystery.)
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“Oh, Paul!” Oluchi panted, as my member slid sweetly in and out of her “clenching hole”.
I let out a shuddering whimper at the delicious friction of Oluchi’s honey pot’s lips around my “joystick”.
Oluchi’s legs wrapped around my waists, drawing me closer to her. Her fingers dove into my hair as we kissed maddeningly. Our tongue danced in our mouth as we tasted each other.
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A pressure began to form at the base of my “joystick”. The need to release grew larger and larger at every hard pounding.
From Oluchi’s facial expression; with her eyes drooping with ecstasy, I somehow knew that she hadn’t got long to explode, either.
(How I managed to know this much at the time, again, is a mystery).
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With every thrust, Oluchi’s body writhed hard; her moans became louder; her grips on my hair tightened.
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I wrapped my hands around Oluchi’s hips and pulled her to me, ramming into her with so much pleasure.
All it took was one more final push and my joystick spurted out volley after volley of thick “gums” inside Oluchi’s eager hole.
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Oluchi cried breathlessly, as her “honey pot” got filled up by my seemingly never ending downpour.
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I held Oluchi tightly in place and pounded her honey pot a few more times to coax more “gum” out of me.
Oluchi’s body returned the favor by clenching around me, tightening the walls of her womanhood to milk me harder.
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Once my “joystick” no longer had any more “gum” to spare, I pulled myself out of Oluchi.
I shivered as the head of my joystick slid out of Oluchi’s gripping; warm honey pot.
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Oluchi and I both stayed in place for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of an amazing consummation.
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Oluchi’s face softened with exhaustion. Her body trembled as aftershock of the hasty release rippled across her petite frame.
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“That was quick”, Oluchi muttered with a giggle, before pulling me in for a hot wet kiss.
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I’d leaned in for this kiss when a resounding slap got me jerking up to my feet.
Ha! I’d just urinated on my step mother’s bed.
Lashes on lashes from my step mother’s four mouthed koboko rained on me that morning.
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Apparently, I’d rolled away from the spot where I’d urinated and my step mother had walked in, to the sight of it.
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My step mother’s koboko rained on me that morning with the speed of lightning, flogging the living daylight out of me.
One look at me during this beat down and you’d easily have assumed that I’d stolen this woman’s life’s savings and this backlash was as a result.
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I was made to take the mattress outside and wash the bed sheets.
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I couldn’t help but notice that this urine was not the usual kind.
The map that this urine drew on the bed was different. Instead of having its map “everywhere” like I normally designed, I noticed that this particular urine was not as much as I would normally soil the bed with, and distinctively, it was slippery and thick.
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I got to school very late that morning, only to get another round of brutal beating from “uncle P” as a result.
(Uncle P, derived pleasure in beating students for no reason.)
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I didn’t get to see Oluchi until later that day.
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During break time, Oluchi had somehow noticed the countless marks left on my body from the four mouthed koboko my step mother had designed my body with, earlier.
The rage in Oluchi’s eyes was second to none.
“Tell me Paul, who did this to you?” Oluchi demanded to know, as her eyes suddenly began to turn red with pure rage.
To be continued…
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