S-xy high school girls final Episode

S-xY HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS FINALE
Episode 28.
?A night of S-xual Ecstasy?
[NOTE: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS Gra-pHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF S-x]
♡•~♡•~♡👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼🔞
 
 
[RECAP: Millson and Lovelace returned to Ghana. They got wedded at Royal Embas-sy Interna
tional church in Ghana. After the wedding ,they headed towards the honeymoon.
 
[Millson’s POV ]
 
~9.30 p.m @ Blue v!rg!nh0tel~
 
Finally, the wedding was over!
The long awaited night we have been waiting for had come. The days before the wedding had been extremely hectic. We’d fasted and prayed and went for various counseling sessions at the church. We had been prepared for the wedding weeks before it c@m£ in terms of recitation of vows, and other etiquettes of wedding.
Lovelace had been a pillar of support for me. Her smile alone gave me the as-surance that all would be fine and we’ll get throu-gh thick and thin.
When we got to the h0tel room, We were both quiet. I put on the television to kill the silence and tuned the DSTV to a Gospel music channel . Soon Don Moen’s gospel musics filled the room.
I asked Lovelace if she nee-ded help getting out of the go-wn but she said she’ll be fine. I watched her enter into the bathroom which was adjacent the be-droom. She closed the door. I reduced the volume of the TV, locked the front door and sat on the sofa. So many thoughts were going throu-gh my head.
Now we were married, so the S-x will finally happen right? What if it doesn’t? What if she’s the type that hates S-x? Man, that will be awful.
A voice cut throu-gh my chain of thought,somewhere behind me.
“Honey, I want you to “rock me.”
At first I thought I was dreaming, then I turned round and saw Lovelace standing totally n-ked behind me. My jaw dropped suddenly and my “thing ” ha-rd ened instantaneously.
Her b©dy glistened with the water she used to bath. Her bo-ob s gazed at me tantalizingly as if saying, ” I’m re-ady for your enjoyment.”
The flare of her h!ps was magnifi
cent. She was clean-shaven at her erogeneous areas, her V sp©t was as smooth as a terazo.
She saw how awe-struck I was and rephrased the words she spoke first “My darling, I want you to make love to me, you know tonight is a special night. Lets seal our marriage with S-x.”
I pushed myself out of the sofa and ran towards Lovelace . I gr@bb£d her w@!st and planted a k!sson herl-ips. Her hand had alre-ady gone down and gr@bb£d my “thing”.
“Take off your clothes ,plea-se” she requested. I dutifully did as I was told and got rid of my wedding suit as if it was ridded with soldier ants. Soon we were both stark n-ked right there in the living room. Chat Martinmartino on zero eight one eighty thirty fourteen twenty one to be added to his whatsapp group.
My hands ru-bbe-d her we-t b©dy. I gr@bb£d her mas-sive bu-ttocks that I had wanted to gr-ab for so long but on moral grounds decided against it. Now , its moral to pl@ywith my wife. I’m sure you will agree with me I have that moral right now.
“Are you a v!rg!n?” I asked her, my heart beating at an incredulous pace.
“Yes” she replied. With a soft smile, but sometimes I feel I have broken it along the way.”
We both laughed, then I carried her to the be-droom and gently placed her on the king-sized be-d. It had been made for this occasion, with white sheets and plenty of soft pillows.
With both hands, I lifted her and made her cross her feet around my back . After a few minutes of forepla-y, I directed myself towards the fleshy folds of her inner core.
I found thel-ips of her cooch and ca-ressed it gently before trying to get into the ” depression”.
She squirmed, trying to drag me into her valley of plea-sure. Her m0@n s increa-sed, her b©dy shivered as I tried to delve dee-per and ha-rder into her fleshy crevice, putting much work into plea-sing her.The entry was difficult. I applied a little pressure. She whispered to me to do it gently. We grease the path of entry with oil but
her unexploited chamber resisted my advancement midway.
I st©pped abruptly. She m0@n ed painfully.It took a lot of energy to finally break the condor of flesh barricading her pearl of plea-sure. Finally my advancement was rewarded. I reached the intended destination~ her dee-per inner folds. Something snapped ha-rd inside her. She screamed loudly,and cried. Streams of blood dotted the white be-d sheet.
It is done!!! I have taken away her vir-ginity and she had also taken away mine.
She wailed and called my name, screaming until she reached a point she could ha-rd ly take it anymore. She went berserk with ecstasy as her orifice bec@m£ fully engaged, with millions of plea-surable hor-mones rushing throu-gh her.
Cynthia wailed once more, gr@bb£d my b©dy and hvgged me ti-ght as I dug dee-per into her in a traditional missionary style. She urged me in with the move of her h!ps, wailing and m0@n ing intensely. She would gr-ab the be-d-sheet and drag it towards herself.
I k!$$£d her and tears of joy c@m£ out from her eyes. She m0@n ed, and hissed and told me how much she loved me.
I told her how much I loved her too. I felt my c—-x approaching and I closed my eyes and let it take over me, slamming ha-rder against her.
Our bodies entangled in love and sweat.
She held onto me as my spasm bec@m£ uncontrollable and my penile thrû-sts ha-rder and ha-rder until I fired my “load” into her pink fleshy crevice . Then things slow down and I softened and returned to an equanimitous state.
I la-id beside her on the be-d and we k!$$£d again, even with more pas-sion than before.
I looked into Lovelace’s eyes. She looked into mine. She was so beautiful. Her smile made her even prettier.
“You were surprised when I told you to rock me. Why?” Lovelace asked me.
“Uhh, I wasn’t sure I heard you correctly. I never thought you could….”
“say such a word?” she cut short my words and smiled.
“So my new husband doesn’t know everything about me like he’s supposed to”She say pla-yfully.
“Well, I’m hoping you will show me more” I said and k!$$£d her.
“Of course. We have a long night ahead of us, Mister lover boy”
With that she got on t©p of me. I was re-ady for her… then ….We made love again and again.
I could not fully explained it but my first S-x with my wife on our wedding night was a glorious night.
***
Two week later, we said goodbye to our friends and families and enplaned back to Canada to continued our work- Lecturing at the university of Toronto
 
 
Final episode
 
From Teachers to Prisoners
[RECAP: Millson’s wedding night was highly ecstatic. For the first time,he had S-x with a woman,his wife Lovelave who was also a vir-gin.]
[ Third Person’s Point of view
~Ten (10) Years later~•
Kwame Ankrah, Franklin Nuru, George Quaye and Ashong, the teachers who were imprisoned for impregnating Dzifa’s friends were transferred from Ankaful Maximum Security Prison to Nsawam
maximum Security Prison in an effort to decongest the prisons which had seen a surge in inmates.
Coincidentally, Dzifa was also imprisoned in Nsawam Maximum Security Prison. It had been r0ûghly ten years now since Kwame and his maladjusted friends were arraigned before court for the death of the three school girls.
Kwame could recollect how the court pronounced them guilty and s£ntenced his friends to 35 years imprisonment with ha-rd Labour and him to 20 years with ha-rd Labour.
He recalled how they were handcuffed and pushed into the police van like ha-rd – core criminals.The inside of the van was filthy and they were made to sit on a creasy spare tyre which slided from side to side as the van rumbled its way to Accra on the road filled with pot holes. They were dirty and infuriated by the time they reached the prison. Their anger was aggravated by the fact that they were made to sleep in the dirt with no food or water.
Ghanaian Prison do not only robs you of your freedom, it attem-pted to take away your human dignity and identity. Everyone wore the same uniform, ate the same food, followed the same schedule. It was by definition purely an authoritarian and restrictive institution that tolerate no independence or individuality.
The standard prison uniform was a pair of khaki shorts with a black star in the middle of the shi-t. s£nior Prisoners wore all blue, Both shi-t and short.The dinner was a stiff cold salty porridge with a half teaspoon of sugar.
Kwame was s£nt to an isolated prison for a month when he shouted at a prison officer.
He was completely isolated. He did not see the face or hear the voice of the other prisoners. He was locked up twenty four hours a day. Hours seemed like decades. There was no natural light in my cell, a single bulb burned overhead twenty four hours a day.
Since he was not allowed to have even a wrist watch, he couldn’t even tell if it was night or day.
He had nothing to re-ad and no one to talk to. His mind began to turn in on itself and he was completely roomed in the recesses of his own mind -world. After a time in solitary , he relished the company even of the insects in his cell, and found himself on the verge of initiating conversations with the mice and coackroaches.
It was therefore a great relief for him when he was moved from solitary confinement to his former prison, where he could chat with his friends and other Prisoners.
 
There were people he met in prison that would merely have been his acquaintances but prison was an incubator of friendsh!p. Prison conditions have a way of tempering polemics and individuals see more of what unites them than what divides them.
 
In the depth of darkness, he la-id on the ba-re floor with his Colleagues.
They were talking to busy themselves, not even aware of time or place. The prison smelled stale and dirty, a place he wouldn’t imagine any human being could spend even a night. However ,he got accustomed to the place and circu-mtance. Their conversation sounded weak, hopeless and sorrowful. Kwame’s voice was full of sadness and pain.
In the prison, they chatted.
🤵Kwame : God , Why should this calamity come upon me
 
💁‍♂️Franklin: leave God out of this. When you were busy enjoying the girls’ creamy pie ,did you remember God and his laws?
🙎‍♂️George: Are you trying to be a moralist. Were you also not doing the same thing.?
👦Ashong : The school girls were temptatious. It’s so difficult to stay clear of them without tasting their nectar
🤵kwame: Hmmm. Not really. I was once a good role model until I allowed myself to lvst after her gorgeous curves- I mean the as-sistant Girls’ Prefect Crystalene who I later dumped for the Girls’ Prefect- Dzifa.
👦Ashong : Your case is a pity. At least you used to have a very good role model like Millson Lamptey to follow. He’s your friend.
 
🤵Kwame: It’s true but I allowed lvst to break our friendsh!p.
💁‍♂️Franklin: I wish the years could be fast forwarded so that I leave this God- forsaken $h!t- hole. We are languishing here, dying slowly, spending day and night in a dark smelling cell, in the company of insects, with no real human dignity and freedom.
His voice sounded regretful and reflected the nee-d of crying. Kwame’s own tears had st©pped flowing long ago. The more they talked about the past the more they grew desperate and remorseful.
 
Ashong and Franklin even alleged they often see the souls of the dead girls crying and cursing them for their death.
 
~Early in the morning~
 
A plate was pushed with some poor food from a hole at the bo-ttomof the door. The prisoners were not interested in eating the food.
Kwame was standing while Ashong was lying on his be-d. “Try to stand and move. Your b©dy nee-ds food to resist the imprisonment here.” Kwame said, encouragely to his friend.
“Do you really believe in that? This cell killed every de-sire of life in me” said Ashong.”Besides my b©dy have suffered a lot. Torture, poor nourishment, few sunlight, no visitors, insomnia and nostalgia.
 
Kwame said, “it’s really a miracle we can still move. Our bodies didn’t give in and our souls are stronger. We will die like eagles with our heads looking high and never bend.”
“I wish I have your faith but the darkness surrounds me from all sides and it had dampened my soul for ages. I see everything dark and I st©pped longing for a new sunrise,” Ashong lamented with a feeling full of bitterness and disappointment. There are only two different approaches for coping with compulsory imprisonment. One is longing for the sun and the second is, feeling alre-ady buried alive in the darkness of pessimism.
If you are cut off from reality for long, illusion becomes the new reality. A beautiful illusion gives meaning to a fantasic life.
 
~One week later~
 
A stern looking officer materialised at the exit.He really looked stern, ruthless and sadistic. He stared at the prisoners and sarcastically said,”It’s work time fellas,let’s go. Ashong was still on his be-d. Kwame went to call him.
“Ashong,Ashong , Ashong!!!!!!”
Realisation dawned on him, Ashong was dead.!!💀☠ .
 
A de-ep silence and pain descended on their souls and they bec@m£ speechless. Ashong was taken away and buried like a dog. Then the officer returned.
Kwame, Franklin, and George were
crying heavily but the prison officer remained unconcerned.
 
He said,” Let’s go. Life must go on.”
 
At that moment Kwame knew it was going to be another hell .
A long winding routine of farming,
breaking stones and cutting logs.Honestly, Kwame regretted the day he had S-xual int£rç0rs£with his female students. Now, he must face the consequences of his action for another decade. At least his own situation is quite better
 
{Dzifa’s Point of view}
~ In prison ~
* Ten years later
Come to think of it. I had a very strong pas-sion for my teacher Sir Millson. I wanted him to have S-x with me but he rejected my proposal countless times.
 
Was I really in love with this teacher or was it just an adolescent crush ?
What of if he were not to be a good teacher?
He would have sle-pt with me and left me. He wouldn’t have married me anyway, so what was the point in going that extra miles for him?
Today,I realised I only made myself very vulnerable to him in the name of what I thought was love then which in reality was mere INFATUATION.
Besides, I wasn’t aware that I was jeopardizing Mr. Millson’s career by forcing myself on him.Today in Prison, I realised I have been very foolish in school by falling in love with a teacher I knew I couldn’t d@t£ or be in a relationsh!pwith. Even if I could get him,what would be the end game?
 
I regretted allowing paedophile teachers like Kwame take advantage of my innocence.
I should have have been more careful. I’m lucky to be alive because I nearly die from that dangerous ab-ortion I had for him like my colleagues Vivian, lucy and Irene.
Mr. Millson had proven to me that his “NO” is a no. I envied Miss Bansah Lovelace. She had gotten a very good man.
I sat beside my cellmate in the prison room. Had I not been in prison, I would have taken my WAEC and even completed University and be working by now. I hated the prison. The food wasn’t good. It wasn’t something I would have liked if I were free but here I have no choice. It was my birthday but there was no p@rty in prison.
 
I have to quietly wish myself a happy birthday. I still continue to think of my mother, what is happening to her now? Had she decided to move on with her life? Or was she crying everyday because I have disappointed her? Or was she cursing the day she gave birth to me?
I never thought of praying because I don’t believed in God. To me prayer is just nons-en-sical activity.
My cellmate Sika nudged me and asked , “are you still thinking about him?”
 
I turned and smiled at Sika. She knew what led to my imprisonment. I told her. I wished I could turn back the hands of time in order to right my wrongs but I couldn’t .
 
I resigned myself to my fate. I knew I was doomed to spend another 30 hears in prison. Im not sure I could cope with the hellish condition in Nsawam Maximum Security Prison for another 30 years.
Turning to Sika, I replied her question, ” No, I’m NOT thinking about him. He’s too good for me.
 
EPILOGUE
 
Mr. and Mrs. Lamptey initially gave birth to Twins- Jack and Jim. Three years later they had another baby girl named Sunshine.
 
They continued lecturing in Canada until Millson rose throu-gh the ranks to become the Vice -Chancellor of the University of Toronto.
 
Lovelace later divert into Broadcast Journalism.
 
Lamptey Millson’s father,Edward was extremely happy with his son’s success. Millson bought his father a br@nd new car; the Cadillac
 
He also bought a luxurious 4 be-droom house at East Legon with 1 out house, security post and swimming pool. All rooms are en-suite, fitted kitchen laundry machine.
 
Millson believed his father’s advise had been the reason behind his current success story. If he had given in to those S-xY HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS, he would have ended up in Jail like his Colleagues and wouldn’t have had the chance to travel abroad or marry Lovelace.
 
He kept blessing his father day and night.
 
Kwame and the rest of his colleagues are still in Nsawam prison serving prison terms for slee-ping with un-der-age female students.
 
Sadly ,Dzifa committed suicide in prison after been in prison for twenty years. The pressure in prison was simply unbearable to her.
 
THE END

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