+18 STORY: CHERRY POPPER - THE END [BY THE PERVERTED HERMIT]

Just incase you missed the previous episodes.

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EPISODE 9 ;

ENJOY THE CONCLUDING PART!

Fola was surprised when I rushed in as if someone was chasing me. I ran straight to the bathroom and got my toothbrush while she followed behind me;
‘Babe, what happened? Why did you run in like that?’, I ignored her and squeezed the tooth paste into my mouth instead of on the brush, then started brushing my teeth violently. Fola saw my moustache caked with blood and yelled having realised what happened.

‘Oh my God’, she ran back to the bed and started crying while she apologised amidst tears;
‘Babe, I’m sorry,  I’m so sorry’, she said but I ignored her and continued brushing. I brushed more than three times yet I still felt unclean. Then I shaved off my moustache and beards, gurgled my mouth with mouth wash, boiled some water and added salt to it to gurgle my mouth again, yet I still felt unclean.

I blamed her for her stupidity, for allowing me go ahead to suck her when she knew she was on her period, for allowing me do such a thing, for allowing me take her out, I blamed her for a lot of things and didn’t pity her. I felt like sending her out of my room because seeing her kept reminding me of the incident. When power was restored I found myself charging her cell phone even before mine. I didn’t even know what came over me, I wanted her to leave yet I wanted her to stay, I liked the way she was crying like a stupid day old infant yet another side of me wanted to console her because I knew she isn’t solely responsible for what happened.

Barely minutes after my cell phone came on, I noticed that I was getting a lot of pings from my cell phone likewise Fola but neither of us went for our cell phones then Fola stopped crying, she walked up to me and knelt down;
'Pamilerin I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please do forgive me, remember you promised to make me laugh and not to cry, please don’t increase the number of men that has made me cry’.

I looked down at her and pitied her so I pulled her up into a warm embrace. Then she started crying again so I consoled her and took her to bed but holding her felt like I was holding a trash bag so I left her and went to attend to my cell phone but before I even touched the phone, Fola’s cell phone rang so I disconnected it from the charger and tossed it to her on the bed. The caller happened to be one of her closest friends. The expression on her face as she listened to the person at the other end of the line showed that something was amiss;
'Who told you?...  yeee! I don die...Ahhhh! Friendship I don die’, then she ended the call and started crying again. I wanted to ask her what the problem was but I didn’t need to do that because the messages on my blackberry messenger and whatsapp already answered the question.

Half of the school gossips already knew what happened between Fola and I. Neither of us could leave my room for the next four days. I didn’t answer all my calls or messages neither did she. To make matters worse we cooked, ate, watched movies, slept on the same bed but didn’t speak to each other for three good days.

Although, Fola tried to talk me back to my senses a couple of times but I was too blind to listen, I shunned her each time she tried. Then she brought me back to my senses on the night of the forth day when she made a reasonable statement before entering the bathroom to take her night shower;
‘Pamilerin, I think you should be over this by now, we can’t be at war with each other when the whole world is at war with us. I think we should unite rather than to continue living like cat and dog. At least what happed has happened, we need to move on’.

Then she left for the bathroom, I reasoned with her and figured I shouldn’t blame her much for what happened because I should also take some blame. I quickly pulled off my clothes and stepped into the bathroom behind her then slowly touched her shoulder. She turned, stared straight into my eyes and said;
‘Babe I’m sorry, I knew I was on my period on Tuesday, that was why I didn’t want you to sleep over because I didn’t want to be tempted’.

I hugged her and assured her that everything is fine. I realised that though she was ready to have sex she didn’t want to do it the night I was with her because she was on her period and when Christie picked up my call, jealousy pushed Fola to come over to my place then I took her out for a drink in order to apologise, we got drunk and she was too drunk to remember about her menstrual period then I helped her lick it all off.

‘It’s okay my jewel, let’s forget about it, I’m also sorry for staying mad at you for so long’, I kissed her soft lips then helped lather her smooth velvety body then scrubbed her body all over while she did same for me. We played with water like two euphoric kids then we stopped all of a sudden and starred into each other’s eyes, without uttering any word, we both knew it is time and since I’ve promised to make it a memorable event for her I decided not to hold back at all.

Slowly, I picked up the soap and made a lather while kissing her then moved my left palm down and started washing her vagina, as I washed the sacred area she moaned ecstatically and grabbed my arms while whispering into my ears;
‘Oya, oya now’.

I repositioned her under the shower then rinsed her pussy clean. After that, I carried her like a baby back to the room then placed her on the bed. Without wiping her body dry I opened her legs wide and stared at the G-Spot with its pink core pulsating invitingly towards me. This time around I knew she was no longer on her period so I hesitated for some moments before taking my head down to the very depth of temptation.

As I moved my head closer, she quickly stopped me;
'Babe no, remember th...’, I removed her hand and I went straight in, whatever she wanted to say died in her as she responded with series of moans.

I sucked with all the expertise I’ve mustered since when I was thirteen years old because that was the age I had my first experience of cunnilingus. Fola grabbed my head and forced it straight into her vulva while she moaned slowly;
‘Yes, Oh! Yes, I love you, you are the besssttt...’.

When I felt her cum, I withdrew my mouth then quickly reached for the fridge. I hastily retrieved an ice cube from the freezer then placed it on her clitoris for a while before circling it round her vagina. Her moaning took a new dimension while the tempo increased. With my right hand I picked up the remote of my LG home theatre CD player, switched it on and increased the volume reasonably high for hostel mates not to know what was happening.

When I found out that she had reached her peak and cum again, I continued sucking her again until she was so wet all over then I picked up my Nivea Cocoa Butter body lotion and applied some on my dick and her pussy then proceeded to suck her nipples. Her eyes were shut while she stroked my body all over muttering unintelligible words. Then placing the cap of my dick on her pussy slowly I slid in. She jerked up but I’d prepared for that so I positioned her in a manner that she couldn’t move away. With the cap alone I performed the slow in and out movement until she began to enjoy it. Without letting her suspect, I held her close and firm then slid in deeper into her tight pussy which is hot like water at its boiling point with just about a quarter of my dick in her juicy paradise. I felt her cherry pop as she grabbed me in pain;
‘Ohhhh! Pamilerin Pami...’, she said as I continued pounding her with the quarter of my dick until she bit me hard and buried her nails into my back. I gave her the first love making of her life until she came.

We lay exhausted on bed for minutes heaving and basking on the euphoria of the cusp cherry popping, I later noticed Fola who placed her head on my chest was shivering like a child. I looked at her and found her clutching her stomach in pain;
'Don’t worry you will be alright, that pain will stop if we do this more often then you will start deriving maximum pleasure from love making’.
'Hmmmm, the professor, how many girls have lost their virginity to you?’, she asked.
‘Eleven’, I replied bluntly, ‘You are the eleventh and probably will be the last’.
‘OH MY GOD!’ Fola said. ‘Omo you bad o, oya tell me about them?’, she asked.

I looked up to the ceiling, smiled and said;
'That is story for another day sweetheart, for now junior is hard and ready for another round’.

...THE END!!!

Written by: THE PERVERTED HERMIT
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