He made up his mind there and then to take his chances
He pulled the covers down from Mercy, he touched her breasts and was fascinated by the rise of her nipples, then gently, without rushing her he bent his head and covered her nipple with his mouth, swallowing one and cupping the other with his hands.
The effect was mind-blowing.
He felt a liquid joy caress his tensed nerves and calmed him down as he sucked on the nipple of Mercy's breasts. He felt like a baby, her breasts were so soft and tasted so sweet, his cock grew beyond 6 inches, he had to shut his eyes tight and clench his fists even tighter to keep from releasing in his pants.
Mercy placed her palm on his neck and urged him to suck, she held his hand and led him on to the bed, he followed her to the middle of the bed, refusing to remove his mouth from her nipple.
She kept whispering as he sucked, he couldn't make sense of what she was saying, he assumed she was murmuring in erotic ecstasy.
A shadow loomed... He shrugged it off as his conscience. Guilt died with his first love.
With a gentle sigh of satisfaction, he stopped sucking her breasts and lowered his head between her thighs, he could smell her wetness, it called out to him and he responded by removing her lace panties from her waist.
Her exposed clit shone brighter in the brightly lit room, she had recently shaved as if she had anticipated this moment. Desired blinded him and with a swift move, his head fell between her exposed and spread thighs.
"Ahhh Fred, don't stop," she whispered in blind pleasure and raw ecstasy.
A very long minutes later, she shuddered and shook the medium size bed in the bungalow as he brought her to climax with his tongue, the same tongue that has been preparing her for her Jamb into the university of Lagos for three months.
Her third attempt, the father had complained to him. "I heard you are good Mr. Fred."
"You heard wrong sir, I'm the best," Fred said, and Mercy's father laughed a very long and deep bellow laugh that rich people saved for the staff who have impressed them the most.
"Alright then, we shall see in three months," he said and stood up, shaking the young man who promised to get his only daughter the legitimate admission he desperately wanted for her.
But Fred had a plan, he was there for revenge, he wanted the wife of the man that took his one true love from him and turned her love to hate with money, exposing her to things his meagre teacher salary couldn't afford, giving her a luxury his rich words and wits couldn't buy.
Well, I might not be as rich as you, but I will have what you have you old goat. Fred swore as he left his house that day.
He wanted to take this rich man's wife with his charming boyish looks, intelligence, and packs, apparently, the wife preferred pots to packs, but it was the teenage daughter that fell into his pack or trap.
Or did she?
Was he still hatching the game of revenge, or was he now an active player in a new kind of game?
A game of love, a dangerous one.
He was confused, what if he was in love with an 18 years old girl, daughter of the man that broke a relationship of 8 years with one big fat bank cheque.
He was 29, and an ordinary teacher, a private tutor to the daughter of the villain in this game.
"Fred, make me cum again, this time, use your cock." It was Mercy.
...and Fred... Smile for the camera!"
He knew immediately where to look and just as he suspected, he saw a shadow filming the whole show by the door.
He recognized her, it was Thelma, Mercy's best friend.
"What's this, what are you girls doing?" he asked, too stunned to move, his erection gone with the wind.
"I don't want to sit for that stupid exam, I'm tired of failing and my dumb father won't just bribe my way into school like every other father is doing, he prefers punishing me by making me read and study hard like my life depends on it. So it's either you write the exam for me as my mercenary, or say hello to Facebook and My Father when this video leaks." She giggled.
"Don't forget losing your teaching license and police station too or army barracks, depending on how generous Mercy's father is," Thelma added, laughing and walking out of the room, while I stood shocked, staring at them open-mouthed.
Lord have Mercy! I swore
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