Adventure Of A Bad Omo Pastor- Part 8/9

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ADVENTURE OF A BAD OMO PASTOR

Adventure Of A Bad Omo Pastor- Part 8


Warning:Restricted Content: 20 Years +Coarse Language. Nudity. Sex. Violence..

ashh!! oh yeah!! f**k me!! oww!! harder!!! ouch!!
She was screaming like a Slt. I kept hitting harder like i wanted to win an oscar for sx and she was motivating me with her scream. within minutes i felt my load rising and i knew i wouldn’t stay longer before exploding.
In few seconds i was shooting my load in the C.D.
I checked my phone and saw it was 8 O’clock already and daddy had warned me to come back home before 8:30.
‘IJ, I have to get going’. I said to her as we hugged and kissed.
I got home and didnt even bother going to greet my parents in their room cos i was smelling of liquor. I just went straight to the bathroom and brushed my teeth thoroughly and take my bath.
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I came out freshened up and smelling good and my dad inquired why i didnt even come to inform them i was back. I told him i was tired and sweating and smelling and that i needed a bath immediately. I ate my dinner and went in to sleep and i got a call from Ijeoma.

We talked for like 30mins and we discussed various issues like our plans after secondary school, and we also talked about the s.x we had at the party and from the convo, i discorvered she was still at the party. After I dropped her call, i called Stella and we talked for about 20mins before i heard “you have one minute left”.
That night i slept so well and woke up the next day at about 11am.
No one was at home except me and so i was left with a chunk of house chores and cooking to do all alone.
I finished my chores before 3pm and called Stella to inform her that i was coming to her house.
I knew s*x was sure to happen as there was no time i visited her that we didnt do the needful.
I checked my wallet and discovered i used my last c.d the last night with Ijeoma. Now i was faced with a problem of how i would buy condoms. I’ve never bought a condom before, i always collect from my friend.
The reasons why i felt somehow about buying a c.d was: first i had a small stature that could pass for a child and secondly, many people knew i was a pastor’s son. So going to ask for c.d was terrifying.
I got to the first chemist shop and one matured woman was there. Immediately i saw her, I lost my nerves thinking of how she could insult me and all that… I just told her i wanna buy paracetamol and water
I went to the next chemist shop on my street and i met a young guy selling but…

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Adventure Of A Bad Omo Pastor- Part 


Warning:Restricted Content: 20 Years +Coarse Language. Nudity. Sex. Violence..

She went inside and seconds later Stella came outside and ushered me in. I held her hand and was like “hey you didnt tell me momsi was around when i called nau” she replied “it doesnt matter. My mom wont say anything nau.
I have the right to bring my friends home, just that no anyhow play for you”. We went inside and that was the most boring day i ever spent with Stella. Her mom soon joined us in the parlour. Come see as i compose myself
Her mum kept asking me various questions as if i came to seek her daughter’s hand in marriage. It was just like an interview.
Mumwith strict face) so, who are you to my daughter
Me: ma, we were secondary school mates. Finished from the same school
Mum: Okay, so what do you plan to do after sec. school
Me: I took JAMB form ma
Mum: which school and what course
Me: University of Lagos and University of Uyo first and second choice both pharmacy ma
in my mind this one don turn job interview oo…
The interview lasted for like 30mins and then Stella’s mum went out leaving only two of us at home saying she wanted to get something around. Immediately she left, Stella came to where i was sitted and started getting all touchy and started kissing me but suprisingly, my mr J.T did not respond and when i inquired why he wasn’t responding, he revealed to me that he has done some analysis and if her mum comes in and catches us, I’ll be as good as dead.
I analysed the situation with my Mr. John and discovered it wasn’t worth the risk.

I pushed her away gently telling her of my fears of her mother walking in on us. We chatted for another 30mins and i told her i was leaving. She saw me off to my house which was on the same street and we bade goodbye.

Time flew fast and JAMB time came. I wrote the exam on a saturday and by tuesday the next week, i got a call from a friend of mine telling me that result had been released.
I got up, put on my cloth and went to the cyber cafe. Outside the cafe, i saw a young girl of say 15 or 16 holding a piece of paper in her hand and crying her heart out. Immediately i entered, i saw a guy telling the cafe man “oga you sure say you put in the right registration number? This is not my result ooo… I no fit fail nau, I know wetin i write”. My heart immediately started beating fast as the thought of failure started ringing in my head. I knew i didnt really do the exam very well.
I was sweating even with fan turned on. I told the cafe attendant that i wanted to check result and handed him my registration slip and scratch card with shaky hands. Within minutes, he came to hand me my result where i was sitting and i saw my total score was 182. I was so heart broken. I didnt notice when a drop of tears ran down my cheek.
I just pulled myself together and went home, went straight to my room to rest cos i had developed a headache.

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