Diary of a pastor’s son episode 8

Diary Of A Pastor’s Son

Episode 8 🔞🔞

Written by Frank The Writer

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I realized Biola was as horny as me. I slowly turned to give her more access to my machine but Biola quickly removed her hand from beneath my boxers. She started resisting me, but I knew how horny she was. “Femi, it’s wrong,” she said. I was shocked. Like, how would she kick off my engine, and all of a sudden she started telling me it’s wrong. Or perhaps she wanted to tease me or what? I pondered.

After some time, I tried getting over it, but at that point, I couldn’t resist the urge. I had zero self-control. Only that grip on my d×¢k already turned me on and I couldn’t concentrate on the movie anymore. I made advancement with my left hand towards Biola’s ass. She was putting on light clothes and I could feel the softness of them on my palm. I could feel my manhood rising and getting h-rder. Ten seconds after resting my hand on her soft flesh, Biola pushed my hand off.

We continued watching the movie again, but she noticed I wasn’t concentrating anymore. I was restless too.
“Femi, I don’t expect you to feel this way,” she broke the long silence.
“What way do you mean?” I asked in Yoruba.
“See, I know I touched your stuff, but you just have to forgive me. I forgot it’s you,” she said.

Silence.

“So you thought I was who?” I broke the awkward silence.
“My boyfriend,” she said and paused.

Damn! Words can’t explain how I felt when Biola said that, but I knew the feeling was awful. I mean I felt jealous on hearing her say she had a boyfriend. I knew I shouldn’t probably feel bad but at that point, I knew I had lost the battle. I had thought Biola would give me green light just like Agatha and Bukola. I wanted her so badly as we lay on the bed facing my laptop. I have grown fond of Biola and wanted to have access to her tempting curves.

“You have a boyfriend?” I queried.
“Yes, I do. Any problem?” She looked me in the eyes. I quickly averted my eyes and didn’t know what next to say. She seemed so mean at that point. I wanted to ask if she was a v-rgin but on the second thought, it seemed insensitive and stupid of me. So since she said she had a boyfriend. What’s even the need of knowing when she won’t still allow me to have access to her alluring body.
Biola soon realized the movie had lots of s-× scenes and she said:

“Wo, Femi, change this movie,” she said.
“What’s the problem?” I asked without turning to look her in the face.
“Pastor’s son, what are you even doing with such movies in the first?” Biola suddenly remembered I was a Pastor’s son. All this while she didn’t realize I was the son of a pastor.
“What should I have in my system instead?”
“Christian movies that teach good morals,” she taunted, smiling sheepishly.

She clicked on my folder and searched for another movie. Not long after she started a new movie, her phone rang. She quickly picked it up from the bed and swiped right. “Hello,” she began. I turned down the volume of the system so I could hear whatever she said and if possible hear from the other side. I was so interested to know who could be calling her by that time of the night, so I paid rapt attention. And she thought I turned down the volume in her favor.

“Ife mi, Bawaoni?” Biola added to my discomfort. She meant my love, how are you? I guess it was her supposed boyfriend on the other side. Biola was all smiles. I had my eyes glued to my system but my ears were wide open to their conversation. I turned ‘olofofo’ that I didn’t want to miss anything.
Five—ten—fifteen minutes, and yet Biola was still on call. It wasn’t going well with me. I felt jealous. I had never spoken lengthy on the phone with any girl. Never had a girlfriend, too.

Biola went on with the call—sharing the recent happenings with her supposed boyfriend. She talked about the funeral—and how she decided to stay back and spend time with her brother’s wife. I thought she would mention my name along the line but nothing of such came through her mouth. At intervals, she busted out in laughter. I hate to admit that I was damn jealous and at the same time pissed off. And she seemed not interested to know how I felt.

When finally Biola ended the call, I observed the time in my system, appropriately, she spent fifty minutes on a call. I was wowed. Not even a WhatsApp voice call. His supposed boyfriend must be doing pretty well to have spent so much on the call. Biola was smiling sheepishly while her phone led light illuminated her face.

About fifteen minutes later, light was restored; the blue bulb in the room illuminated and likewise did other bulbs in the house. Segun and Aramide would have s¢ræmed “Up Nepa” but they were all fast asleep, my Aunt inclusive. Biola left my room and returned after ten minutes or so. She said she wanted to do one of her school assignments before going to bed. I knew she had just a few days before going back to Lagos. She joined me in the bed again. I was still busy with my system ( this time I wasn’t watching movies again) while Biola concentrated on her books.

About an hour later, I turned in Biola’s direction and she had already fallen asleep with her books by her side. I carefully removed her books from the bed without waking her up so she wouldn’t mistakenly get them torn. I looked down at her ass and felt like touching it again. That feeling of having a second feeling of her flesh enveloped me. I kept a steady gaze at it while my hand was advancing. Not until I overheard a sound from the door. I quickly turned and pretended and closed my eyes. Then someone walked in. My heart thudded against my rib. I remained unmoved still and pretended to be fast asleep. I couldn’t think of any other person except my Aunt. I did perceive her aura and when was close to the door, about to go, I opened my left eye and saw it was her. That was how I lay there calmly and dozed off.

Around 3 am it started raining and there was no light anymore. And then I felt Biola’s hand on my back. She was sleeping talking but I didn’t understand what she was saying. She was gradually cuddling me and getting closer. I felt she was probably feeling cold or something, so I remained calm. I already had enough embarrassment and I didn’t want her to shun me again. She could be dramatic and unpredictable.

But Biola continued rubbing her hands on my back. Her legs too were moving but it all seemed like was making love with someone in her dream. Her eyes were shut but she was all over me. My heart was beating faster unknown to her. She finally took my left hand and squeezed it between her legs.
This was the end of my patience and I was finally sure she wanted the flow. I knew it was immoral but that was what I had been doing with Bukola and Agatha. Biola shouldn’t be exceptional, even when I knew she had a boyfriend, yet I gave in, and slowly, my hands reached for her tits through her silky cloth. And I started squeezing them. She also got my permission and leaned toward me. With time, my hands got a proper grip on her tight tits, and I squeezed them with my full strength.

She had already started to enjoy it and was biting her l-ips out of pleasure. Shortly, her hands shifted from my shoulders to the back of my head, and she strongly pulled my face toward her face. As our l-ips met, it turned into a w-t and strong k!$s. I took my hands off her tits and placed them on her bareback, pulling her closer to me. Soon, our k!$s became so passionate that we both started to grasp for air. After k!$sing each other for a continuous period, we finally allowed each other to breathe.

We both were now deeply drowned in our lust and we both had forgotten the right and wrongs. She put her hand on my t-shirt and pulled it off. However, I again wanted to taste her sweet mouth, so I again started k!$sing her. Shortly, her hand reached for my cock, and she started to rub her hand on my crotch.

My cock felt her strong rub, and it started throbbing. My cock was now fully hærd and had created a huge bulge in my shorts. This increased my horniness, and I started to k!$s her with as much intensity as I could.
Soon, my cock started hurting, and I felt the need to get rid of my boxers. My cock was throbbing so hærd that I was struggling to pull it out. But Biola didn’t want me to pull it yet.

Now, I thought that I had to take further action or all this will end and never come again. I held her face with both my hands in front of mine and looked into her eyes. Biola’s eyes were glittering with joy and they were asking for more.
The heat from our bodies was emerging like a fire and was burning in,side both of us. That fire was rising with every passing second.

She asked me, “You really want to do this?” This sentence made me hornier and I said “yes” with just my eyes.
She grabbed me and we started rolling on the bedsheet like two dogs on heat period. The room was enveloped with darkness, we could only see through the window. We kept rolling and suddenly we got to the end of the end unknown to us, I was on top of her, and that was how I landed on the tiled floor with my head. I yelled loudly in anguish as blood flooded the floor. Biola was panicking that she didn’t get to wear her clothes before my Aunt rushed in.

To be continued.
©Frank The Writer