THE JAILBIRD Episode 30 ® 18+ SNVL
EYRAM’S RESIDENCE, BOYS QUARTERS
It is very late when Chris approaches the Boys Quarters.
He is still running.
He had ran from Effe’s house all the way here, and he is out of breath.
His T-shi-t is soa-ked and plastered to his skin.
He is breathing in wheezes, and his hvge frame is still [email protected] from the night’s severe torture.
His porch is dark, and as he clim-bs the steps to the porch a dark figure detaches itself in the shadows and approaches him.
He can see in the dim sky light that it is a woman. He st©ps and frowns.
Chris. It’s me. Babs.
It’s late, Baaba. What’re you doing here?
I’ve been waiting for hours, Chris. I [email protected]£ with a taxi because I didn’t plan to leave, and I didn’t want your sister-in-law questioning me. She returned a few minutes ago, and I stayed in the shadows so she didn’t see me.
Chris walks past her and in-serts his key in the door lock.
Go home, Baaba, plea-se. I’m not in a good mood this night.
She says nothing as he goes inside.
She follows him and kicks the door shut.
Chris rips his T-shi-t off and kicks off his sneakers. He pu-lls his jeans down and his bo-xers follow shortly.
n-ked and in emotional pain, he walks past her into the bathroom, gets un-der the showers, and turns on the ice-cold water.
He emerges forty minutes later, sure that she is gone.
She is not in the living-room. He locks the door and, still n-ked, pads into the be-droom.
Baaba is standing near the be-d.
She has taken off her dress, and she is wearing only black [email protected] and [email protected] with her back to him.
He st©ps, and as he looks at her she sli-ps one [email protected] stra-p down her shoulder, and then the other one.
She turns the [email protected] round, unclasps it, and lets it fall to the ground.
She hooks her thumbs into the edge of her [email protected], and then she pu-lls them down her h!ps and down to her feet.
She is bent over now, her incredible behind jutting out and up, the dark shape between her th!ghs sharply accentuated.
She stands up slowly and waits.
Chris shakes his head as he feels a sound like thun-der in his head, taking his mind back.
Chris sees Effe!
He sees Steve n-ked, £r£¢tion pointing to the floor as it wilts.
With a little [email protected] of pain he bridges the distance between him and Baaba.
He clamps h0t hands on her [email protected]!st and pu-lls her into him. Her derriere is now nestling on his enraged man-hood.
She arches her back, curls one hand around his n£¢k, and offers herl-ips to be k!$$£d.
Make me a woman, Chris, plea-se make me a woman!
His h0tl-ips blaze down her n£¢k and he ni-bbles her ear-lobes as his hands creep up and cu-p her firm brea-sts, his thumbs fl!çk!ng her n!ppl!s.
She [email protected] s.
Chris steps back suddenly, his face tortured.
Damn it, Baaba! I can’t! You nee-d gentleness, but this night I’m savage. I can’t do this to you. My soul is shattered, and I just want this pain to leave my heart. I’ll just be using you, and I’ve vowed never to do that to any woman ever again.
She turns fully into his arms, drags his head down and clamps her h0t we-tl-ips on his.
She k!sses him fiercely, violently.
She takes his hand and sli-ps it between her legs.
With a lost [email protected] care-sses her inner core, and her b©dy trembles as if she is in a gale.
Her hands are clamped on his £r£¢tion, tugging impatiently.
They fall on the be-d.
He ni-bbles her n!ppl!s!
She [email protected] s, her b©dy going into incredible arches and curls like a hor-nysnake.
He is lying on t©p of her.
Her legs [email protected], and a moment later he sli-ps into her.
Her breath catches, and her hands grip him in a choke hold. Her th!ghs grip him ti-ghtly.
He grips her beautiful derriere.
She draws his head down and k!sses him feverishly, in total abandon and submission as he begins a gentle rhythmic stro-ke.
He sees Effe’s face, and he [email protected] s, moving fas-ter in desperation, forcing himself to concentrate on Baaba, to drive Effe and her pain out of his system.
She is squirming and gro-an ing with plea-sure beneath him.
It is a long night… and they don’t sleep till dawn…
Much later, as she sleeps the sleep of the dead, he gets off the be-d and pads to the bathroom.
Oh Effe! How could you do this to me? Oh Effe, my precious, my treasure…
He has just made marathon love …but it is Effe he still misses terribly, and craves for with every dot of blood in his b©dy!
He returns to be-d and lies down.
She is curled in the foetal position, and as his hand t©uçhes her shoulder slightly she flin-ches, and lashes out suddenly with her leg, catching him solidly in the stomach, ma-king him grunt with pain.
She lashes out with her other foot, straight into his ba-lls, and this time a muffled scream escapes throu-gh hisl-ips as he doubles up with pain.
Leave me alone, Daddy! Don’t do it, Daddy….pleeeeeaaase!
Chris is holding his ba-lls, [email protected] with pain, when she bolts upright on the be-d, her face terrified, sweat drenching her, her wild eyes sweeping around the room.
She sees him bent in agony, and the fear leaves her face, and she comes to him, her face contrite.
Oh! Chris! Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, baby, plea-se, forgive me! I’m so sorry!
It’s okay. You kicked me. But it’s okay.
She pushes him on the be-d, and then she slowly mas-sages the knot in his belly away.
I’m sorry, Chris. I have these nightmares sometimes, about my father forcing me again. I’m so sorry.
Chris relaxes and smiles weakly at her.
She is trembling, but slowly she smiles at him, and tears forms in her eyes.
Why are you crying? I said it’s okay.
She wipes tears from her eyes, and she smiles, and herl-ips tremble.
Oh. They’re tears of joy. I made love, with my own will, for the very first time. You made me a woman, Chris, my love. Thank you.
He says nothing, but the image of Steve’s £r£¢tion intrudes in his mind’s eye, and he shuts his eyes ti-ghtly with pain.
Baaba is running her right hand down his belly, and slowly he opens his eyes.
She is looking shyly at his man-hood, and then she blushes furiously and looks at his face.
I… I haven’t really seen a p*nis before.
Chris chuckles then, much against his will, and a moment later he laughs gently.
Baaba smiles nervously too, and then she puts her hand just on t©p of his right th!gh.
Can …can I?
t©uçh it? plea-se? Can I see it?
Chris smiles and shakes his head.
If you want to.
She blushes furiously again, and then she turns round and puts her face next to his loins. She reaches out, tentatively at first, and then she t©uçhes him.
Hesitantly, slowly, unsure. She lifts him up and examines what lies beneath.
She t©uçhes him there, lifts and weighs his scrotal sac.
Oh! I can feel the two ba-lls inside! Oh! Why is the skin loose here? Is it painful? Oh!
She bends lower, examining him, and suddenly she sits back with a startled cry, her eyes bulging, and he looks at her with raised eyebrows.
What’s it now?
She points a timid f!nger at him
, and he looks, and he is £r£¢tdue to all her fondling.
It’s …it’s up! Again!
Yeah. It’s because you t©uçhed me.
Oh. Oh! I see!
Chris smiles and lies back again.
Sleep, Baaba. It’s late.
He reaches up and presses the dangling switch that puts off the light.
She lies down carefully beside him, and a moment later he feels her hand on his th!gh, and then she grips him.
Oh! It’s …it’s still …ha-rd !
He says nothing.
She still holds him.
Can we… I want you to make love to me again.
Chris says nothing.
The initial de-sire is gone. His heart is now beginning to fill up with guilt, and regret, and the pain of knowing Steve has indeed been ma-king love to Effe.
He had been filled with pain, a jealousy so green that if he had stayed a second more he would have killed Steve.
He loves Effe.
It is the simple truth.
He will always love her.
And in his pain and agony, in a bid to forget the pain, he has taken advantage of this kind girl who nee-ds a real man, someone who can give her total love, gentleness and un-derstanding.
He is not that man, because his heart is taken.
What has he just gotten himself into?
He just cannot bear to hurt Baaba. She is a traumatized victim of an abusive and incestuous father.
She nee-ds and deserves more than he can give.
He [email protected] with surprise when he feels Baaba moving all over him, and in a moment she is astride him, and slowly settling herself on t©p of him…
He sighs with resignation.
Trouble knows him by name… and it seems to him he has just been found, again, by trouble!
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