You Do Me, I Do You

“Woah! Woah! Woah! You are big.” I looked up at him with an ‘I-can’t-believe-you-lied-to-me’ expression.

He smiled back at me. “I knew you’d like it.”

Huh?

“It’s an impressive something, yes. But I thought I made it clear while we were chatting that I don’t do big dicks, Dumbiri.” I was beginning to get irritated by the smirk on his face.

“Yeah you did say that.” He bent toward me and kissed me. “But I figured it was all talk. You can’t say you hate big dicks when you haven’t had mine. A pretty boy like you deserves a pretty prick.”

He said ‘prick’ with an amused tone that made me laugh despite myself. His confidence was an endearing attribute. Add that to the sexiness his gorgeous body already exuded effortlessly and I was willing to forgive him.

“I don’t like that you lied and I’m seriously scared for my life but…” I turned to the hefty member hanging down between his legs, took it into my mouth and worked it till it was firm, turgid and filled with man-blood.

And then we were stretching out on the bed. My tension was evident.

“Relax baby,” he husked into my ears as he got settled on top of me. The entire length of his body was spread on my tensed back. “You keep twitching that hole and my penis will get confused,” he joked.

I rolled my eyes and began to think of ways to escape the imminent pain. I started thinking of how Adam and Eve moved around in the Garden of Eden naked. I thought of the sex they would have been having, the amount of semen deposited on inquisitive flowers and talking insects. I was so taken by my thoughts, leaving them to bear me out of my room in school, out of Nsukka, and then –

“WTF!” I screamed.

This motherfucker had just rammed into me. The searing pain shot up my spine and went straight to my head. My eyes watered immediately and I felt like I was going to pass out.

God, the pain!

Let me take a break here to say this: Never ever wish this on your enemy. I don’t pray for Mugabe or Trump to go through this. No one deserves such pain. Nobody’s anal chute should be put through such hell. We are all humans.

Amen.

Dumbiri didn’t even pull out upon my cry of pain or apologize. And I…I was just too weak and reeling to do anything. Still lying on my back, he went to work. Thrusting and panting, while I was enduring and quietly plotting.

But I needed time to effectively carry out the plan and the discomfort was becoming unbearable. So once again, I escaped in my head. I was suddenly wearing a long Alexander McQueen dinner gown on the Met Gala red carpet, interviewing Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds. Ogling his delicious glory and thinking of how it would feel with him in his Deadpool costume, fucking me slowly but deeply.

And then –

“Yes baby, I’m almost there…” Dumbiri panted, his body quivering as he picked up thrusting pace.

And then, with a savage inward smile, I pushed back at him. He wasn’t expecting it and fell away from me without resistance. Then I slid off the bed, got to my feet and cocked my head to the door while folding my hands.

He stared cluelessly at me. “What the fuck!” he echoed my cry of pain when he invaded my ass so cruelly, except the words left his mouth with outrage. His ever-erect dick jutted out into the air, wrapped in a condom, glossy with lube and ass juices. “What’s wrong?” he gasped.

“Nothing. I’m just tired and I think you should leave now,” I said with a blank look on my face.

“What!” he spluttered.

I quickly put on my briefs and went to unbolt the door.

“Baby, please, what’s the meaning of this?” He’d gotten to his knees on the bed, his hands outstretched like he was begging for mercy.

But he wasn’t. He wasn’t even talking. He simply knelt there, moping with disbelief.

“You can’t do this na. I haven’t even cum,” he finally said.

“Yes dear,” I said with an evil smile. “That’s the point. Now leave before I start screaming rape.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He hurried to his feet and into his clothes, his dick settling uncomfortably into his boxers. He bustled to the door, and as he walked past me, he turned and said with icy fury, “You are wicked. Someone will do this to you.”

I snorted. “Please leave.”

The second he stepped out of my room, I slammed the door shut. Then I dropped on my bed, spread out my legs and began massaging my bugaina with a warm towel.

Written by Delle