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She covered her eyes with her left arm and covered her breast with the right arm. I knew the virgin Aisha was modest because I uncovered her nakedness for the very first time. I continued my seductive ministrations. Having divested her of her wrapper, blouse, chemise and panties, I sat on the edge of the bed to admire the small goddess lying invitingly her bed. Her ebony skin was as soft as alabaster oil. Smooth as a new born skin. Her innocence was mirrored in her closed eyes. Her oval face presented a kind of serenity only matched by angels. I was caught up in the moment. I had been romanticizing and visualizing this moment for the past six months and only thought it was possible on our wedding night. Lo and behold, here we are, not yet formally engaged and I was about to claim this price of inestimable value.

I met Aisha exactly six months ago. She arrived from Vundu village on the boundary between Nigeria and Cameroon. Her parents and two brothers lived in Yaoundé. Her older brother, Faisal was my friend. I never knew he had a sister only then, when she arrived. I was told she was taken away when she was six by her maternal aunt who was childless. So when the aunt died as a result of the ebola disease, she was returned to her parent. Fortunately, she did not import the virus…(lol )

The first time I set eyes on her, it was love at first sight. I would use every opportunity to be with her. Either on the guise that I called too see her brother or stalked her when she went to the stream to fetch water. By and by, we became friends and I told her brother that I loved his sister. He was very pleased. I am twenty but her brother was two years older than I am. I looked up to him because he was the really strapping kind of fellow we liked to hang out with. He was very good looking, intelligent, athletic,charming, easy-going and had strings of babes eating out of his palms. He was also connected to the doyen of the community.

On that fateful day, their parents had gone to the farm and her brothers were also not at home. I came to visit my beloved Aisha only to find her alone sweeping the court yard. She gave me a stool to sit on. But seeing she was a little nervous , I seized the opportunity hoping for first and second base smooching session. When she entered her room, I followed her and closed the door behind me.Before she could protest, I grabbed her and kissed her fully in the mouth. She was shocked and before she could protest, she became pliant in my arms and became my putty to mold as I pleased. I stuck my tongue in her mouth while my hands molded her soft buttocks. My body was fevered with heat from Mars. Meanwhile, she breathed heavily and closed her eyes. She looked like an angel. My eyes squinted as I watched her intently. Slowly, I undressed her and gently lay her on her bed.I surveyed her naked beauty like a cool lion waiting to devour a sumptuous prey. Her skin was smooth like black diamond. She we as like a perfect offering for the sun god. I couldn't get enough of her innocent feminity.

My over-charged testosteroned libido could not be denied this national cake. I stripped my clothes hurriedly and lay beside her.I resumed kissing her from her full, succulent lips until I was crouching between her thighs. The musky scent of her femininity put my 10” dick into full throttle. Yet I had to bide my time. Christmas only happened once in a year!I inhaled the scent of her soft black pubic bush.

The tip of wet tongue started lapping her labia lips. She started squirming and jerking as I gathered momentum. Her labia lips became engorged with passion.By the time I licked her clitoris with full vigour, my angel Aisha was moaning like a nymph. Suddenly she jerked and a stream of her juice squirted out. I thought it was piss but it was tastelessly insipid and I loved its force. That was the first time I encountered an orgasmic squirt. I kept on giving her my tongue a d she kept on cumming. I was engulfed with passion myself but I wanted that encounter to be memorable.

Thereafter, she became limp. I stood and then opened her thighs as I positioned to enter her. Then, I remembered she was my pure and stainless virgin. I used my forefinger to test her readiness. She was wet enough. Creamy even. I used my engorged cock's tip to fondle her pussy lips. The entrance was clearly narrow. Then, I shoved in, in one stroke passing her virgin portal. Her hymen broke from the impact. She opened her mouth to scream but my own mouth was over hers with my tongue threatening to enter her throat. I kissed her hard. I paused a bit for her pussy to get accustomed to the size of my male member. Once her vaginal walls became relaxed, I resumed a rhythmic dance nature had taught man gazillion years ago. She was so sweet. I was in another planet. All stars,on, sin and the entire universe converged in a swirling dance of sweetness. My ears tingled. My skin sweaty and tingly. My heart thudding and my prick savouring the tight sheath of sweet womanhood. Each thrust was a revelation, each withdrawal was music of cheruba. The rush that engulfed us, words couldn't possibly describe adequately. As I kissed her, I was aware she was tasting her own nectar from my mouth. Soon I was in cloud nine .As I thrusted, she started jerking her pelvis and soon, we were sexually dancing in unison.I wished that coitus dance would never end. But ever sweet beginning must have an end.

I felt her convulsing. That was my cue to release my cum.I increased my gyrating movement. Feeling all corners of her femininity. I gave a final thrust and my dick felt the electrically charged opening of her womb.There I paused for some few seconds and squeezed my muscular ass, spurted out hot jets of my seed that inflamed her deep into her womb. She jerked massively as if having a seizure.Her hand grabbed my buttocks as if to force me even deeper. Then, we both went limp. Her eyes opened. She looked deep into my soul and smiled. Wordlessly, we shared a divine language that conveyed our love. Our hearts thudded in unison and our sweaty bodies meshed into a love merger only language of lust could decipher.

I started pinching her nipples gently and she used the tips of her fingers to massage my buttocks and the small of my back.If not that I just took her maidenhead, I would have sworn she had done his before. But then, sex cannot be learned. It is inbuilt and naturally acquired. That was what I came to believe.

My dick, still inside her, became hard.This time fucking her was easy.I glided in and out assisted by our mingled juices.The room was filled with squelching sound of sex. This time I took my time to delve into different positions. She eagerly followed my lead. I took her to the brink of Venus and to the cliff of Saturn. Time stood still. Nothing and no one mattered. We were two elements dancing in pink smoke of lust, love and eternity. I held her tight, she held me tighter as we navigated in a missionary position. Her legs were wrapped around the small of my back as I gave her the fuck of her life. She cried softly as we rocked and fucked till we both came together.String of my cum spurted as if it would not end.It filled her already overflowing pussy. A shock wave took over her and she convulsed into another earth shattering orgasm. Slowly and reluctantly, I withdrew form her gripping pussy. I thought I heard footsteps, so we quickly undressed. Once we were OK, I peeped outside, the coast was clear, so I winked at her and we went outside and sat by the verandah.

Faisal then emerged from his room. Aisha looked bewildered. I read her thoughts. I was discomfited as well. I didn’t want him to think I took advantage of his sister. Although she was almost twenty but then, our culture demands that a girl must enter her husband house ‘without blemish’ and I shuddered to think what my best friend could think of me if he discovered that I had just taken her cherry. “Ah, Omo, just the guy I need. I am just coming from Fred’s house now. His Bachelor’s eve is on Saturday and we need to arrange how we can make it awesomely baaad,” he said cheerfully oblivious of our precarious positions. He tapped my shoulder in a convivial manner. I sighed with relief. “Brother Faisal, there is food in the kitchen. Should I serve you now?”Aisha asked quietly. “No, Aisha. I will eat at Omo’s,” he replied his sister with a reassuring brotherly smile. He turned to me: “ I saw you grandma pounding yam. Let’s go to your house.We will eat there,” he said goodnaturedly. “Ok. Lets go,” I was eager to leave so that my look at Aisha’s direction might not betray my emotions.”Aisha, greet Daddy and Mama when they return,”I said formally, not wanting to give Faisal and inkling of what had taken place earlier. “They will hear,”she answered respectfully. When we were out of earshot, Faisal turned and looked at me with mischief in his eyes. “So you fucked my sister, eh?”He said suddenly. I spluttered and jostled for words to deny but my tongue caught up in my mouth. “Well, let’s go to your house, I will return the favour,” he said ominously.

I did not know what he meant by that statement until when we were in my room with my grandmother in the kitchen cooking our supper.