SEX And Survival Episode 6
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This guy knew how to fvrck. He had strength and didn’t relent with the way he was touching every part of my puccyy with his strong pipe. I appreciated him by wrapping my legs around his waist. I gave him the sweetest moans. I don’t know if they were actually sweet moans or alcohol induced soundtracks.
I still recalled calling him Johnny my sweetheart, telling him that I love him forever and that he always know how to do it. While I was telling him all these things, I didn’t listen to hear what he was saying. That is if he ever said a word. He was busy searching the hidden parts of my puccyy with his pipe as he rotated it in different directions scratching my puccyy deeply.
I circled my hands around his neck while my legs still wrapped up in his waist to enable the pipe go in completely. As I circled his neck, his head pulled downwards and landed on my two huge breasts. He pulled one of my nipples with his lips and I exclaimed in ecstasy. He svcked on it so hard while the other hand pressed the other breast.
This action stopped his thrusts but his pipe was deeply buried in my puccyy. My whole body was on fire, I pulled his face forward and kissed him like I was hungry. I kissed him like I was kissing johnny. He started moving his hips slowly again. I swear, this guys fvrcked me so well the way that I wanted it because it has been long I last had someone jam his pipe into my puccyy.
I willingly turned and positioned myself for doggy so he can give it to me from the back. The worst part of my being drunk was I didn’t know if the condom was still intact or not. If he even took it off, I wouldn’t have known. This young man was still giving it to me from behind when I heard an angry voice at the door accompanied by nonstop bang. I recognized that voice. It was Sugar. She was so bitter.
“You wan build house on top that girl? How much you pay? ”
He was at the point of cumming when that happened and I saw the joy in him after he released. I wondered how he would have felt like if he didn’t cùm.
He wore his clothes, opened the door bounced off. Sugar made straight to me and started shouting at me.
“So you allow this man dey fvrck you for hours for free. Why? You allow am dey hammer you for free. I am disappointed in you. You no know how much he pay? Highest na 15 minutes you go give am and then you look for another customer ”
She feigned anger but later calmed down because she knew I was not myself that night but after that guy fvrcked me, the alcohol was almost clear from my eyes.
Sugar told me to go and freshen up in the bathroom there. After that, I felt better. We came outside and almost as I was stepping out, another guy asked me my price. I looked at him with disgust. My puccyy is paining me. This guy I didn’t know almost disfigured my puccyy because I was drunk. I didn’t even know when I went in there with him.
“Go ask your sister how much be her price” I replied him while still feeling the pain in my puccyy. I needed some pain killers.
Sugar changed it for me at once and asked me if this is how I will make it in the hustle. I stood still when she told me she had been with four different men that night and will still do more than five again before morning. I looked around for Omalicha but she was not there. I needed no one to tell me at that point that she was in one of the hotel rooms attending to a man.
I looked at her and wondered how possible it was that she had slept with five different men already and still had enough energy to do more men. It was then I realized how true it was the saying that “onweghi uzo esi akpata ego Di easy ” (no easy way to make money) If na olosho you wan do, your toto go suffer.
I tried to wake up the next morning to prepare for school but my body was too weak. Sleep was still in my eyes. I was too weak and tired. Omalicha and Sugar were still sleeping, not bothered at all about school. I managed to get up to urinate. As I tried to walk to the bathroom, I felt serious pains in and around my v@gina. It dawned on me that going to school was not for me that day. I carried myself with the pain to the bathroom, urinated and came back to bed. I now saw why Omalicha and Sugar couldn’t attend classes most of the time.
I laid down again and tried to recall the events that unfolded the previous night. I fell out with Sugar when I refused to open up to the men that approached me. It was Omalicha who approached from nowhere and told her to take it easy with me.
Omalicha explained to her that maybe I needed a little time to adapt to the hustle. I regretted going out with that that night. On our way back, they were giving me the money they collected from the guy that gave me wounds in my v@gina, explaining that they helped me keep it because I was kind of drunk. I wasn’t happy with them. They made me drunk. I didn’t get drunk intentionally. I refused to take the money from them.
Sleep vanished from my eyes that morning. I only laid there thinking about so many things. Maybe I made a mistake in the first place by coming to the University when I knew so well that I had no one to help me. It was becoming clearer to me that I have no other option but to play along with Sugar and Omalicha. I’m not a kid. There is no way I will keep enjoying the proceeds from a business I condemn and refuse to partake in. Omalicha and Sugar will definitely throw me out if I don’t comply.
I remembered my mother. I remembered Johnny and felt so sorry for all the promises I made to him. I told him I would always have him in my heart and show no other man my nakedness but I had already broken that promise. I felt sorry for my mother because this is not the part I planned to take. But I wanted to go to the University,Graduate and get a good job so I can take care of mama.
I felt someone tap me gently. I opened my eyes. It was Sugar. She smiled at me and told me to wake up for breakfast. I looked at the wall clock and it was few minutes past 11am. I remembered again the events of the previous night. I didn’t even know when I slept off again but I remembered thinking about my mother and John that morning.
Sugar and Omalicha had woken up earlier to prepare spaghetti. They left me to continue resting. The spaghetti was well garnished with egg, sardines and the rest. Sugar personally handed me my own. She filled the plate to the brim when she knows I don’t eat too much. She smiled as she handed the plate over to me. She was very friendly to me this morning that I wondered if it was the same Sugar that I almost had a fight with at the hotel last night.
Nobody talked about what happened last night. Instead they brought up other topics. We talked and laughed and when I finished eating, Sugar passed me a certain card of tablets drugs and assured me that it would help with whatever pain I was having.
I still read my books at home later that day but as I read I thought about nightfall which was fast approaching and how it will go down. My friends must go for hustling again tonight and it’s obvious I will go with them.
Night came again and as they were preparing, I decided to start preparing too.
“Nne, you can rest tonight until you make up your mind fully ok. You are a grown up and we believe you can make your own decisions ” Omalicha told me and Sugar nodded in full support.
They were right. I am an adult now and old enough to make my own decisions but they didn’t know that I have already decided. I didn’t argue with them. I nodded to show that I understand what they meant. Before they left, Omalicha pecked me while Sugar hugged me deeply. I liked them. If not for anything; the way they came to me that day at Management building,crying with my face on the desk and told me to stop crying. They told me that I should never cry no matter the situation. I know they are not the only girls living that kind of life in UNIZIK but at least, they had a compassionate heart. If not for Sugar and Omalicha, I might not be schooling in UNIZIK today so I am forever grateful to them.
That night as I lay alone in that room, I finally came to a conclusion that I must help myself by doing the same thing that my only two best friends are doing to help themselves. That they took me in does not mean that they had an overflowing pocket but they did it out of love and compassion and I wished I can show them someday, that I appreciate it.
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