The Experience

BITTER SWEETNESS…(18+)…Part 2

However, the experience in the following

hours of that same night was not any

different. As the night progressed, she

appeared more and more ruthless with the

act. In fact, at some point, she so much

parted her legs that I could easily see the

outline of her puffy K!ttyC@t on her white

doted p@anties!! I was taken and I so much

knew that she was aware I was watching

and possibly encouraged it!! This was

totally killing and scary too. What if Uncle D

finds out? What will he call it? Careless

sitting posture? I could not just tell how

this would be handled and can swear that if

not for the very position of the TV which

was at the left side of the living room, he

would have caught her or would I say us?

This was sweat but as well bitter. I could

not help it any further and on three

occasions, I had to find my way to the

bathroom which was the safest place at the

moment to beat my J0yst!ck freakishly.

It was now three days into my visit. I was

being gradually absolved into the Agbo

family. Onyinye hadn't fully changed but

she would pick up a chat now and then. Her

case looked like that of a little girl who

liked to have a particular person as a new

friend, but just did not know how to

approach her. I still sensed that usual

resent from her about my stay but I could

hardly accept it to mean that anymore

judging from the lewd advances she has

been making. Of course the upskirt

incidents were still happening; same time,

same manner and if it was not the

definition of s£duct!on, what would you call

it? Our times during the day had been

roughly the same except for the fact that

she stays in the living room mostly now but

not seated with legs spread like pliers,

instead always lying on the rug. This left

me with little to see even though I still had

decent flashes of the deepest parts of her

thigh. It was on this third day that I was

treated to a change. Uncle D was home for

some reasons I could not tell. He was at the

living room flipping through some sales

documents. The TV was mysteriously

turned off this time and Onyinye was at the

kitchen. I had bn busy with my laptop as I

prepared for my new roles at the firm, I had

just few more days to sit out at home. Just

then she called out. "Won't you come over

and assist me, Danny?" she said peeping

through the elaborate shelf placed

between the living room and the dining

room. I was shocked to say the least. She

was asking for my help for the first time

since I visited and she had done so while

calling my name and in a pet form too.

Simply different. "Sure, I will" I managed to

say as I closed the lid of my laptop, and

walked towards her. "You wouldn't let an

old mother do all the work, would you?" she

further asked as she gradually walked back

to the kitchen. I was now torn between

curiosity and shame. She wouldn't be

calling herself old to instigate a response

from me or would she? I was also worried

about my seeming negligence. Courtesy

demanded that I assisted her with chores

even though I had no idea what she was

busy with in the Kitchen. "did not know you

were real busy in here", I feigned. She was

doing some tumblers. Guess they were

expecting some guests or something. I was

not sure. I picked up one and soon after, I

was lost in the washing. "You haven't been

going out since you came. Got no friends

here?" was what followed after what

seemed a very long silence between us.

"Yea. Do not know anybody here," I replied.

"What about you? I mean, you have been

staying home too". "I am on leave. Have

another three weeks to go", she explained.

This led to series of other questions and

soon we were having a good chat. I had

finished with the tumblers I had and was

trying to get more of them from the lower

cupboard under the kitchen counter when

my butt0ckz brushed against her side! I did not

see it coming even though I had backed her

and bent over towards the cupboard. "Take

your time Danny. You want to send me to

the hospital, right?" I heard her say. "Am

sorry ma! Did not mean to" I quickly said

as I tried standing straight again. However,

while doing so, I cannot really explain if she

stepped closer because I only ended up

bumping my butt0ckz against her sides again

and this time she slapped my butt0ckz hard!

"Danny?!" she screamed but lightly! Not

knowing what was actually playing out

here, I immediately apologized again but

without forgetting the mixed feeling of

sheer pleasure and pain that built up

within me. We were becoming good

friends. Friends on all fronts; if she could

now smack my hard butt then we are

almost home! I straightened up only to

meet her eyes staring at me. I made a

funny face. "what again? I just said sorry,

didn't I?" I asked while trying hard to stifle

the obvious grin on my face. "And you are

still making fun of it right?" she continued

while swinging her arms again towards me.

I had the option of docking the eventual

blow and would also have done so perfectly

but I wanted her to hit me. In fact I wanted

her to keep doing so as much as she

wanted. It was a dream come true! Her

right hand got me at the side of my

butt0ckz again and she did not even try

stopping as she went for it a couple of

times again. "Ouch!" I yelled, "that hurts!".

I felt Uncle D heard that and I sensed how

she recoiled at once in anticipation of her

husband's enquiries but after a few

minutes we still could not hear him. "How

can it hurt when you were doing the same

to me?" she said first. "I dint mean to hurt

you. It was an accident" I followed. My J0yst!ck

was breathing hard now and the fabric of

my bum short was not helping matters.

"Accident? when you almost tore my butt0ckz

apart?" fell off her lips. "Did she just say

that?" I questioned my thoughts "did she

just say butt0ckz? tearing her butt0ckz? How I would

love to really insert this hard tool into her

butt0ckz and tear". She was visibly aroused and I

could sense it. She was sending the proper

signals. She wants me to acknowledge she

was a bad girl. "My butt0ckz still hurts" I

wickedly said. She had to know I got the

message. "Your butt is so hard. How could

you ever feel pain there?" she asked again

and with absolute sultry. "Hit my butt0ckz and

see that I wouldn't feel a thing". Huh? I

should do what? Hit her butt0ckz? Now I got

taken again for the umpteenth time in

three days! "You will bleed if I do" I said to

her getting closer to her and with a face

that suggested s*x! "let's see how you can

pull that off" she replied turning her butt0ckz

towards me and even raising her silky

gown a little towards her hip. I was left

with the most protruded butt0ckz in the world

and with a view of her mid thigh. I smiled

at her as I got even closer but she did not

even act like she noticed my smile. I lifted

my right hand to smack. I was keen to do

so but I must also take advantage of my

first contact with the body of this awesome

woman. I dropped my hand unto her butt0ckz

and gave her a good smack! She let out

something like a little m0an of which she

reacted to by turning her face to me. "You

act like my butt is hot fire. I cannot feel any

pain" She said. I was challenged and

immediately hit her again, filling the

kitchen with the sound of flesh against

flesh! "I did not ask you to try again" she

said making a frown and looking at me.

I hit her the third time, totally ignoring her

comment. I even left my hand or her right

butt0ckz cheek after doing so. "Your hands are

not matured yet" she said with sheer

mockery in her voice. I was insulted and

challenged at the same time. "Are you

sure?" I asked getting ever closer to her,

rubbing her butt0ckz and making round circles

with her night gown. She was totally Unclad

underneath and I could easily tell the crack

of her butt0ckz. "They need to eat more bones"

she said followed by a sudden chuckle. She

was loving the session definitely and I was

ready to drive her fun home. "Really?" I

asked again while burying my fingers

through the thin material of her gown into

the crack of her butt0ckz. Not a word from her.

She just picked up more cups and began

washing even with the fingers of my left

hand completely swallowed by her butt0ckz

cheeks and was almost feeling her skin

directly, save for the thin fabric she wore.

"You have not answered me?", I enquired.

"Show me how wrong I am" was what I got

as a reply. I was completely out of my mind

now!! I knew I was not thinking anymore.

Uncle D or no uncle D I had to have a taste

of this woman. My J0yst!ck had dropped from

the openings meant for my legs in my bum

shorts and was pointing down in full steel!

If not for my boxer shorts, she could have

seen it. I was madly awaken and would not

mind Bleeping her right there; right at that

time. I pushed my hand deeper seeking

both her asshole and her K!ttyC@t lips but as I

almost came in contact with the swell of

her hind crotch, she wriggled free and

headed for the door swinging and

wriggling her hips violently as she walked

away. "Finish up those last three tumblers;

I have done the rest. And thanks for your

assist" she concluded. "Okay ma. You are

welcome" I followed while bringing my

fingers to my nose to sniff off any little I

had left. Uncle D must not be made to

draw conclusions, I understood

The house was very full by evening. We had

a lot of guests. Uncle D was just made the

new chairman of the trade union to the

place where he sold his wares. That was

what they were preparing for all along.

I was later told that they did not intended to

serve cooked food but just drinks and

drilled meat which they later left to take

care of. The two girls from the day of my

arrival were back today but not alone this

time. They came with their parents. Uncle

D was a brother to their mum. It was

looking to be a very busy afternoon and I

had to assist in getting things going.

Onyinye had been ever normal after the

incident at the kitchen and nothing showed

I had touched her in the manner I did. She

had even sent me on a few errands herself

and on most occasions maintaining eye

contact. She was an absolute mystery to

me. It was a whole new situation for me

being used to finding girls as utterly

predictable. I still looked forward to seeing

more of these escapades between us but I

was once more becoming too scared to

initiate the move. She was making things

sweet and also terribly scary. All I could do

now was continuously beat my stick

countless times a day while fantasizing

additional scenes that could have possibly

followed the ones I have witness but those

would never be enough. I needed to F**K

Onyinye and my continuously lessened

wariness for being caught by Uncle D was

only adding coal to the burning fire.

As the guests began saying their goodbyes

and walking out of the door, Onyinye

instructed me to begin packing up the

cups. once again, she was exhibiting

complete freedom with me. I did as

instructed and headed for the bedroom

with the remnants of served drinks. I

hardly had had any reasons to step into

their bedrooms although that was majorly

the case with Onyinye. I had to drop the

drinks and that had to be in her bedroom

until she was free enough to find a more

appropriate place for them. Of course no

one was there as all other persons were at

the living room assisting the guests. I

found a free corner just in front of her

standing giant mirror and bent over to

drop them but just then, I received a hard

slap against my butt! I was so shocked by

the incident that I practically jumped out of

my skin and almost dropped one of the

bottles I had. Then came this hysterical

laughter from Onyinye! She was the one

who slapped my butt0ckz again for as many

times that same day. I quickly recomposed

myself even though I was aware that she

must have sensed my earlier unease.

"Fright night" she muttered trying to turn

away and head out of the room but I

caught up with her and grabbed her butt0ckz

cheeks again. This time giving her a very

firm sq££ze! She wriggled her body in a

feigned attempt to break loose while

holding unto my strong arms. I pushed her

closer to my groin while pushing my now

burning J0yst!ck against her bubble butt0ckz. They

felt so soft and warm against my clothed

J0yst!ck. "You are ruffling me up. The guests

are still here. My dress must not be

rumpled" was all she said as I reluctantly

let her go. I was still fighting to utter a

word. I needed to ask her when it shall be.

When she would let me get in-between

those fleshy cheeks of hers. I needed to ask

her but I lacked the courage. I always felt

defeated by the age difference. It seemed

she would always have to make the first

move!

Later that night, I stayed up so late. I kept

playing several scenes in my head. I could

not figure out what exactly follows from

here. No one would claim she is not up to

something, but she has not given the

express invite to think I should now step up

my game. What if all she was interested in

doing was having us (or just me) touch

ourselves (or her)? What if she just loved

the game of s£duct!on? Getting men to the

point of ultimate arousal until their cocks

practically burst free with Pour! What if

that was her game? Who was I to bring in a

new game plan. She was the mistress here

and not giving out a direct invite to me to

F**K her silly meant I was only going to

keep on with my many assumptions.

And there was Uncle D who has been completely

in the dark about all this. If he ever found

out, I wonder whose cup of tea it would

eventually be. I had so many thoughts and

questions going through my head and I

slept off without having answers to any.