The Burden

"So, why did you leave her?" He asked, his bottle half full, burnt fingers and a big bulge on his right eye, he was staring at me questioningly, and as much as I tried to avoid his eyes, they still pried, as if telling me that there was no escape but, to tell the truth.

" I didn't leave her," I muttered

Then stared at the beautiful girls dancing half-naked at the bar stage, my mouth was watery and my eyes wide awake, even in the dimmed bar, I could still see their half-covered protruding breasts whose nipples were threatening to tear the piece of linen they call a bra, I could feel my blood warming and Mr. D rising to grace the occasion. For once, after a tiresome day, I was glad that my mind could live again, even if it was for a moment.

"Look here boy," I was awakened from my dream, one that I was about to dive in headfirst. "You haven't answered my question."

"Uhm..., can I first use the gents?" I asked uneasily, he just waved his hands and I left in a hurry, Mr. D. was in full swing and I had to calm him down before hell broke loose. anyway, it was dark, who cared.

Here I stood in front of the mirror, watching my reflection with admiration, my beards were growing the way I wanted, and now, my friends won't laugh at me.

I shrugged, washed my hands, and went back to the bar, I swore to enjoy myself here rather than answering stupid questions from strangers.

The bar was half full and almost all the front seats were occupied.

***

Forgive my bad manners, I haven't introduced this man who has been asking questions endlessly.

He goes by the name Mr. Barigo Matana aka The Fixer, My friend Wengstar had introduced him to me for some boy's business.

He was a giant of a man with a thick mustache, I have never seen him smile, leave alone laugh, I can count the number of times I've seen him sober but that's nothing worth remembering, I prefer him drunk.

This was the man who was my therapist, or Savior as Wengstar puts it.

***

I took my seat next to Matana, a beautiful dark-skinned girl was sitting on his lap holding a glass of tequila, she seemed happy and drowsy.

Matana was smoking a piece of Bongani Cigar and blowing off smoke into the air rudely.

"Hey boys, you're back"

I nodded.

"Do you want some fun?" he asked

Of course, I wanted some fun, I wanted to dance and touch breasts, I wanted to have a threesome if not a foursome, that was the fun I wanted, I wanted to taste all the petite girls dancing on the stage, after all, for only a few pennies, I'll be gladly enjoying my penis in their well-kept goodies.

"No, I'm okay." I bloated out

He kept quiet, the music was loud, the club was smoky and beautiful girls were roaming.

I poured some tequila in my glass and gulped it down my throat, I wanted to be so drunk that Matana wouldn't bother asking me stupid questions.

The night was young

So as I wandered around, I came across a burial ceremony and I decided to join the crowd just to pass time, So, I stood there watching, and the wet eyes all over made my heart sink with sorrow but still I stood there, watching, Then I saw her, She was standing by the road, a pair of white jeans, black shoes and a small top that showed most of her beautiful big breasts, I approached her, Stretching my shirt then held my chin.

"Hello beautiful"

"Hi" she smiled.

"I go by the name Megan, I'm new here and would like some directions, if you don't mind, you can help me" I remembered some lines that Wengstar had taught me through his book 7 WAYS TO GET A GIRL'S ATTENTION.

"ooh, Hi Megan, I'm Peninah, where are you going to, I don't mind helping"

"I need direction to your heart or anywhere around it, it's urgent"

She laughed. Wengstar had predicted that that line could work on any girl, leave alone the Minister's daughter.

She then looked at me, still laughing

"I'm sorry, my mama taught me not to talk to strangers" she finally said amidst laughter.

The ball was now on my court, at least I had started a conversation, and on the right foot, so I thought.

"Can we talk then?" I asked

"Why not?"

"Are you taking part in this?" I pointed at the crowd

"Uhm, I don't think so, it doesn't matter right now" her face changed from that cheerful lady into a sad little one

"Hey, c'mon, I didn't mean to hurt you"

"it's fine, I'm okay" I saw a drop of tears, "he was my happiness"

"Who?"

"So, will we talk right here or do you have somewhere in mind?"

"C'mon, what's going on Peninah"

She started crying, here I was, Minding my own business, then the devil asks me to try Wengstar's Lessons and now I'm standing in front of a crying lady. I opened my arms and hugged her, at first, it was to calm her, but then, her big breasts pressing against my chest made me lose my mind, I held her tight.

"He promised to be there for me" she cried, "He promised to be my sugar plum plum."

"I can be your sugar plum plum if you want, the good book said we should let the dead bury themselves" I tried to comfort her understanding that she was talking about the dead person who was supposedly her boyfriend.

It was funny how the world is, here I was trying to hit on this beautiful piece of art, and across the road, the love of her life was being lowered 6 inches deeper, at least I was more than six, and that won't bring bad memories if my lines will bore fruits in future.

She stopped crying after minutes of hugging and me playing a comforter, a couple of hours later, we were at my favorite joint "The Buds n Beans" chatting ourselves over cups of coffee.

"So can my stranger tell me more about himself?" She smiled

"I am a poet, and I can write beautiful lines down your thighs" I laughed

She blushed, indeed she was a piece of art, and if I could be writing a poem, then I could have made her the persona, just to narrate the works of my seven-inch pen writing down her pages of flesh.

But here I was, using Wengstar's Book of Love to make my way through her pants.

"I am a widow" she laughed, "not so beautiful and I need something to make me feel alive."

yay, I was taking coffee with the most beautiful girl in the world (I'm not sure, I've not been to all places of the world) and all she was thinking of was something to make her feel alive, I think I should be visiting funeral ceremonies more often, who said that the beautiful ones are not yet born?, death itself gives us an opportunity of life, it takes so that we may have, and there are no true feelings than that of a girl broken into small pieces, and my work was so simple, to find the small pieces of her heart and stitch them together, but this time, I'll stitch them with every drop of my sperms that no human will ever break her again, it is my duty.

"I know of a place we can have fun," I whispered, sipping my last drop of coffee.

"Do the dead live there?" she was serious

"Yes, they wake up to dance, that's the perfect place for you ma'am"

***

The clock ticked 9:00 pm when we entered "The Devil's Lair" one of the most popular clubs in town.

We spotted a table at the corner of the club and made our way through the drunk crowd. the music was loud and the ambiance was perfect for the awakening. After All, we were here to be alive, nothing less.

"A bottle of White house and another of Lemonade" I shouted at one of the barmaids who was making her way towards us.

"Seems this is your usual spot" Peninah looked at me

"Uhm... not really"

She stared at me

"Aaah, okay, I come here once in a while with Wengstar and some friends."

"Who is Wengstar?" she was curious

"That mf, he's my best friend"

The barmaid came with the two bottles, and two glasses, she was beautiful even in the dim lights, she bent to serve us and I couldn't help but to stare at her boobs, I was even tempted to touch them but my mind knew better than that,

"Calm down mister, don't lose a jackpot by winning a single bet" it ringed in my head.

This girl drinks, She was in her third glass and she wasn't going to stop soon, she was a talker too.

We laughed, chatted, danced, kissed, cuddled, and awakened the demons inside us.

The second bottle came full, the third came, and still, we drank ourselves drunk.

She was a vibe, and she kept telling me how she will miss the six inches deep down her throat, and I offered to give her more than six she didn't believe, (I bet you could get a chance to see me, you won't believe either) but I was once told that time has a way to unfold things, patience is the key.

"It's time to go" I shouted at her amidst the loud music

"Then I'll go with you....hic...where do you live Mister" I could tell she was drunk.

Wengster, where are you master, I've mastered your ways, that patience pays.

4:30 am found us staggering and shouting on our way to my palace, we laughed and fell, stood up and stagger again, the world had just opened for us, and the darkness led us to the very best part of this movie, we were young, stupid and in lust.

Her body was already on top of me once I closed the door behind us, we were at my place, as a gentleman, I had no disrespect for women, and I had no option but to give her what she wanted, same as the other women who had found themselves in my humble palace.

she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different about her from the other girls I had brought here was that she did not wait for me to take control, she knew her way through every inch of my body. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body was tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

I saw her eyes grow wide. Her hands held my penis firmly, like an infant to its mother's breast, afraid someone may snatch them. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around me. Just as I was about to come, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress me. She took off my jacket, my t-shirt, my jeans, my underwear, and made me lie down on the bed. The clothes she kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took my hand, and brought it under her dress, her panties were so wet, like a flood in a plain if not a broken dam. My hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. My fingers were all but sucked inside. ...

Then Penina mounted me and used her hand to slip me inside her. Once she had me deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, her hands caressed my naked stomach and thighs. she took off her top and exposed the biggest, round, and firm breasts I've ever seen in a while, and as she was riding atop me, looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of night, her breasts move up and down, dancing to the tune of her riding, Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop me, to draw me in, and at the same time to press me out. My erection grew larger and harder. I felt I was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. It felt as if something inside her, something special inside her, were slowly working its way through my organ into me.

The Morning was young

I'm not that kind of an early bird and the stories of the warm, I believe in Waiting for others to build the country, after all, I'll come to paint the built one. I checked my bedside watch, it read 9:00 am, I stretched my arm on the other side of the bed, empty.

Peninah had already left, without even a goodbye. unlike the other whores I brought home who had millions of excuses to stay longer in my apartment, She knew when to leave.

This girl was full of mystery, and I hated that I was thinking of her in a way other than the other girls I'm used to.

She was good in bed, knew how to lick, ride and moan. She had beautiful boobs and a warm and wet pussy, the exact snack a man needed for both dinner and breakfast.

I cursed, at least she could have let me suck her nipples if not eating her pussy before she left, and the fact that she didn't even bother to leave her contacts behind made me wonder the type of girl I brought home last night.

She left a note though.

"Thanks for reminding me what life is, let me go mourn Peter now, Thanks for the seven inches though (smiles)"

Fuck Peter, he knew how to ruin good times even in death.

***

Weeks turned to months and yet there was no sign of Peninah, that daughter of... wait, she was sweet though, I won't forget that.

***

After a slight hesitation, I squeezed myself onto the only vacant seat at the bar–a stool with a torn leather seat beside where Wengstar sat, Smoke permeated the room, forcing me to adopt a squint as I kept the entrance in view. TVs blared overhead and truckers slouched to either side of me, the collection of empty shot glasses and beer mugs in front of them suggesting career drinkers. Only my Wengster would pick a place like this... Wengstar poured the remaining beer in his glass, we were having a boy's day out, James was here too, and as always with three whores caressing him, I've never seen this guy sober or without a girl, he says that all beautiful girls were created for him.

We call him the chief fornicator

We chatted, laughed, and reminded ourselves of the good old times,

"Have you managed to find your girlfriend?" Wengstar laughed, "The goddess of deep blowjobs and horse rides."

"Who?"

"Peninah" James shouted

"Uuh, first, she is not my girlfriend, second we only had a one-night stand, and third, no thank you, I wasn't looking for her." I bloated out.

They all laughed hysterically, it wasn't funny.

"The mastermind of all girls, the irresistible one, King Solomon himself" James laughed harder.

"Leave me alone"

I took a sip of my beer and shook my head to the beat, a little drunk and grinning because I knew it. The air was hot and so were the ladies, just how I liked it. Here I didn't need to talk or tell jokes and be charming; everything that needed to be said could be done with a look.

I saw her, she had platinum blonde hair and a tight mini skirt, she came up to the bar, eyeing the regulars like an aging lioness hungry for a meal...

and now all I needed was her name, my name and then we were off on the floor, dancing tight against each other, the music and filtered lights turning our awkward bodies into fluid rhythm...and that's what I did.

"Hey beautiful one, need a drink?" I joined her, dragging one of the bar stools.

"Hey handsome, I can do with a glass of tequila, thank you" she smiled

"I'm Megan"

"Isabella"

My fish was in the net, now the hard task was to pull it to the shores.

The band's thrashing sound was billed as one-of-a-kind and didn't disappoint, setting the mood for me to pull my catch to the pull, I told her how beautiful she was, that she was the only one my mind and eyes were set on, and she calmly said that she won't fuck me even when hell goes cold, at least if I was after her just for a taste of her pussy.

"Naah, I'm here to make friends and connections, I'm a gentleman" I laughed, stroking her hair. "Speaking of friendship, do you mind?"

I stretched my arms signaling a dance.

She said yes, who will dare say no?

We danced together, our bodies close; with my hand grasping hers. This was perfect, I was with the one I wanted. It felt like the song lasted forever, yet I never got tired from it. The sound of the music went even slower, the lights slowly fading. I dropped my hand, and before she had time to frown I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her body even closer to me. Her kind, smiling face met mine and I felt her sweet, warm breath on my face. Our lips met and we kissed. After what felt like an eternity, she pulled away from the kiss and whispered in my ear, "It's noisy in here."

BINGO

We staggered to Wengstar's and friends' table, bid them goodbye with a wink, and left with my prize.

We were in the elevator when we started kissing and caressing, I found the strip of condoms I had packed, ripped one open, managed to roll it on with gritted teeth. Maybe she would've done it for me and maybe that would've been hot as hell, but since I wanted to get inside her before she went off like a gunshot, I needed to do it faster, Of course, as soon as I thought that, she grabbed my hair and dragged me down, pressing all her soft, lush curves against my body. Her skin was hot and damp from the exertion of her orgasm. Her pussy was wet and open, ready for me, begging for me as she spread her legs and reached down to grasp .y erection. In my ear, she whispered, 'Hard, please.

"Hell is cold" I mumbled, she dug her nails deeper into my bare skin.

***

"I need a cup of coffee to cool down this steam," she clipped her bra.

"There's a cafe down the floor" I fastened my belt

We got off the elevator, I watched her as she walked, she had a beautiful ass and I couldn't believe that this was the ass I had just fucked a minute ago, and yes, I still had a hard-on.

***

We chose a table in the corner but this was one scenario where location didn't seem to matter. The waiter appeared, voicing what I think was a request for our drink order.

"Two cups of Cappuccino." I looked up, Shocked.

Peninah was standing at our table, waiting for our order