The Beginning

So as I wandered around, I came across a burial ceremony and I decided to join the crowd just to pass time, So, I stood their watching, and the wet eyes all over made my heart sink with sorrow but still I stood there, watching, Then I saw her, She was standing by the road, a pair of white jeans, black shoes and a small top that showed most of her beautiful big breasts, I approached her, Stretching my shirt then held my chin.

"Hello beautiful"

"Hi" she smiled.

"I go by the name Megan, I'm new here and would like some directions, if you don't mind, you can help me" I remembered some lines that Wengstar had taught me through his book 7 WAYS TO GET A GIRL'S ATTENTION.

"ooh, hi Megan, I'm Peninah, where are you going to, I don't mind helping"

"I need direction to your heart or anywhere around it, it's urgent"

She laughed. Wengstar had predicted that that line could work on any girl, leave alone the Minister's daughter.

She then looked at me, still laughing

"I'm sorry, my mama taught me not to talk to strangers" she finally said amidst laughter.

The ball was now on my court, atleast I had started a conversation, and on the right foot, so I thought.

"Can we talk then?" I asked

"Why not?"

"Are you taking part in this?" I pointed at the crowd

"Uhm, I don't think so, it doesn't matter right now" her face changed from that cheerful lady into a sad little one

"Hey, c'mon, I didn't mean to hurt you"

"it's fine, I'm okay" I saw a drop of tears, "he was my happiness"

"Who?"

"So, will we talk right here or you have somewhere in mind?"

"C'mon, what's going on Peninah"

She started crying, here I was, Minding my own business, then the devil asks me to try Wengstar's Lessons and now I'm standing in front of a crying lady. I opened my arms and hugged her, at first, it was to calm her, but then, her big breasts pressing against my chest made me lose my mind, I held her tight.

"He promised to be there for me" she cried, "He promised to be my sugar plum plum."

"I can be your sugar plum plum if you want, the good book said we should let the dead bury themselves" I tried to comfort her understanding that she was talking about the dead person who was supposedly her boyfriend.

It was funny how the world is, here I was trying to hit on this beautiful piece of art, and across the road, the love of her life was being lowered 6 inch deeper, atleast I was more than six, and that won't bring bad memories if my lines will bore fruits in future.

She stopped crying after minutes of hugging and me playing a comforter, a couple of hours later, we were at my favorite joint "The Buds n Beans" chatting ourselves over cups of coffee.

"So can my stranger tell me more about himself?" She smiled

"I am a poet, and I can write beautiful lines down your thighs" I laughed

She blushed, indeed she was a piece of art, and if I could be writing a poem, then I could have made her the persona, just to narrate the works of my seven inch pen writing down her pages of flesh.

But here I was, using Wengstar's Book of Love to make my way through her pants.

"I am widow" she laughed, "not so beautiful and I'm in need of something to make me feel alive."

yay, I was taking coffee with the most beautiful girl in the world (I'm not sure, I've not been in all places of the world) and all she was thinking of was something to make her feel alive, I think I should be visiting funeral ceremonies more often, who said that the beautiful ones are not yet born?, death itself gives us an opportunity of life, it takes so that we may have, and there's no true feelings than that of a girl broken into small pieces, and my work was so simple, to find the small pieces of her heart and stitch them together, but this time, I'll stitch them with every drop of my sperms that no human will ever break her again, it is my duty.

"I know of a place we can have fun." I whispered, sipping my last drop of coffee.

"Do the dead live there?" she was serious

"Yes, they wake up to dance, that's the perfect place for you ma'am"

***

The clock ticked 9:00 pm when we entered "The Devil's Lair" one of the most popular clubs in town.

We spotted a table at the corner of the club and made our way through the drunk crowd. the music was loud and the ambience was perfect for the awakening. After All, we were here to be alive, nothing less.

"A bottle of White house and another of Lemonade" I shouted at one of the bar maid who was making her way towards us.

"Seems this is your usual spot" Peninah looked at me

"uhm... not really"

She stared at me

"aaah, okay, I come here ones in a while with Wengstar and some friends."

"Who is Wengstar?" she was curious

"That mf, he's my best friend"

The bar maid came with the two bottles, and two glasses, she was beautiful even in the dim lights, she bent to serve us and I couldn't help but to stare at her boobs, I was even tempted to touch them but my mind knew better than that,

"Calm down mister, don't lose a jackpot by winning a single bet" it ringed in my head.

This girl drinks, She was in her third glass and she wasn't going to stop soon, she was a talker too.

We laughed, chatted, danced, kissed, cuddled and awakened the demons inside us.

The second bottle came full, the third came and still we drank ourselves drunk.

She was a vibe, and she kept telling me how she will miss the six inches deep down her throat, and I offered to give her more than six, obviously, she didn't believe, (I bet you could get a chance to see me, you won't believe either) but I was once told that time has a way to unfold things, patience is the key.

"It's time to go" I shouted at her amidst the loud music

"Then I'll go with you....hic...where do you live Mister" I could tell she was drunk.

Wengster, where are you master, I've mastered your ways, that patience pays.

4:30 am found us staggering and shouting on our way to my palace, we laughed and fell, stood up and stagger again, the world had just opened for us, and the darkness led us to the very best part of this movie, we were young, stupid and in lust.

Her body was already on top of me once I closed the door behind us, we were at my place, as a gentleman, I had no disrespect for women, and I had no option but to give her what she wanted, same like the other women who had found themselves in my humble palace.

she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different about her from the other girls I had brought here was that she did not wait for me to take control, she knew her way through every inch of my body. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body was tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

I saw her eyes grow wide. Her hands holding my penis firmly, like an infant to its mothers breast, afraid someone my snatch them. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around me. Just as I was about to come, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress me. She took off my jacket, my tshirt, my jeans, my underwear, and made me lie down on the bed. Her own clothes she kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took my hand, and brought it under her dress, her panties was so wet, like a flood in a plain if not a broken dam. My hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. My fingers were all but sucked inside. …

Then Penina mounted me and used her hand to slip me inside her. Once she had me deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, her hands caressed my naked stomach and thighs. she took off her top and exposed the biggest, round and firm breasts I've ever seen in a while, and as she was riding atop me, looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of night, her breasts move up and down, dancing to the tune of her riding, Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop me, to draw me in, and at the same time to press me out. My erection grew larger and harder. I felt I was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. It felt as if something inside her, something special inside her, were slowly working its way through my organ into me.

The Morning was young