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It's in every Nigerian youth's wish to leave his/her parent's house and be free to live an unchecked life. Come on! Parents are seasoned monitors, prosecutors, and guidance specialists, in your parent's house you are under their radar down to your undies. If your mama and papa have never commented on your underwear, friends, keeping late night, opposite sex, hygiene, bad manners, your phone, and studies you're perfect. For those of us who have parents who request you take permission to breathe, admission into the university is a roller coaster ticket to freedom.
I am Christian by name an average Nigerian youth whose greatest wish and prayer were to gain admission. Do you know why? I guess you do. like who doesn't want to be free? I prayed so hard that I bored God with my request for admission. If you have Christian parents like mine you will understand what I mean. So I took my admission so seriously not only for education but for freedom too. When the admission finally came I was grateful for the answered prayer, I finally won the freedom ticket. Beginning making plans all ready to leave for school. Oh sorry, I forgot to say I was given admission into Enugu state university of science and technology(Esut) for a degree program in Pharmacy. Do you know what excites me most? It's the rumors I heard about girls in that department. I was quick to see things for myself all my preparation was done in a jiffy. Before I left home my mum gave me her usual six hours sermon, which she ended like a typical Nigerian she is "Chris I don't want to say much a word is enough for the wise" then I begin to wonder if she said one word in six hours. I slept very happy to awake on the day of my journey to Enugu state.
On the 26th of April, having put all things in place, kissed my mum and younger siblings goodbye. I took a bus down to Onitsha. on my arrival, I became so conscious of my environment, that I checked my head every second to be sure my brain is still intact. it is believed that agberos in Onitsha can steal anything including switching your blood type. I have heard where a man dragged a goat to the market to sell and I was replaced with a log of wood. so to avoid stories that shift the heart, I put my bag under locks and keys and made sure my blood type hasn't been changed or my boxers, brian, or bags gone. on arriving at the Onitsha south motor park someone caught my eye, at the line to book my ticket was this beautiful girl with a braless top, with her n*pps pressing aggressively against her dress. Her backside wa............. "Next"!! the lady at the counter snapped me out of my analysis. "bros I dey call you since you dey look y*nsh". "oh sorry" I apologized paid, went to my scheduled bus, and was happy to find out she also was going to Enugu. I looked up to heaven and called God a master planner. I entered the bus and sat next to her. my Johnson was already swelling in my pants, but I made sure to hide it. Finally, after the long wait at the park, our bus began its 4.5 hours of journey to Enugu state. Sitting down and letting the opportunity at my doorstep was something I wouldn't imagine. So I went straight to talking to her. "Hi" she removed her earphone and stared at me as all Nigerian girls will do. They often believe that any guy who says "Hi" is about to vomit nonsense. though the guys too often vomit nonsense after the hi. I don't know if I did vomit nonsense but was happy to get the cool response. we started gisting, to get to know her. She is Faith by name, she also was given admission to Enugu state university of science and technology to the Department of Economics. We immediately became fun of each other, we discussed school, girls, boys, parties, and some naughty chit chat, she asked if I was a virgin, and I said no, she asked if I was good in bed and I said I don't know wouldn't you like to find out?". she went as far as to ask if my Johnson was big enough. Then I noticed the tension, Faith was horny!!. Her next question shocked me she requested to feel my Johnson right inside the bus. I looked around to make sure nobody was looking or listening to us. And the God answer prayers already made some passengers drop at 9th mile Enugu state so the bus was near empty. The Devil on my shoulder already told me "my boy you must chop this girl". So I let her touch my My Johnson, She unlocked my zipper, the oga inside my trousers couldn't"t wait to be free. she slipped her hand into my trouser and touched my Johnson, working it up and down, I liked the expression on her face she was impressed by the size of my 8 inches Johnson. she bent her head over and put my Mr. J in her mouth and then I was already in the 7th heaven, her lips were very gentle, I wrapped my hand around her head, she cupped balls with her other hand, and went for it. No hesitation, no teasing, just straight to the back of her throat.
"Oh fuck," She moaned.
I watched her face while she deep-throated me. she was already looking at me, and our eyes locked together. Immediately, I was drowning in those green pools of fire. she gave me that trademark, panty-dropping smile, and my heart skipped a beat.
Mouth opened wide, tongue molded around my Johnson, going fast and hard. Not to draw attention, I considered her head to be pretty top-notch.
"Fuck, Jane, that feels so fucking good," I whispered
I started to thrust my hips, quite literally f*cking her throat, and I loved every second of it. The sound of gagging mixed with gargling nearly brought me to the edge we kept going like this, it was going to spill down her throat. she kind of wanted me to. She stopped to my surprise. Putting my glory day to a forced stop. She giggled and with a slutty smile told me her bus stop was next, "I will finish what I have started when next we meet" she said. Wait!! what!! there will be a next time? I was already anticipating it I wondered how it will feel when my Johnson visits her punana. She went off at her bus stop.
Everything that happened on the bus was like a dream, not everyone gets a good or should I say an uncompleted treat like that. Getting BJ'ed by a pretty stranger on the bus.
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