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Bitter Sweetness I

A Story By Dan Chucks

I had little choice.

I just had to accept my fate. I was going to spend my first few weeks in Enugu with Mr. Darlington Agbo; dad’s childhood friend. It was now my own time within the school curriculum for the compulsory Industrial Training popularly known to students as IT.

After extensive search for a proper firm that will offer me both the needed experience and financial assistance, myself and dad settled for one pretty decent firm in Enugu. They offer technical services to telecom companies and that defined my field every bit, but what didn’t do quite that, was the location; Enugu. We had nobody there and would mean I would have to settle in faster than usual; which can be utterly difficult.

The search was on, for any kind of friend who knew a friend that knew a friend that stays in Enugu but the result was always the same; none. We almost then settled on finding an apartment first hand when suddenly dad bumped into Darlington at the recently concluded trade fair after what seemed close to ten years.

They had lost any form of contact.  Darlington, who we used to know as Uncle D as kids, had moved to the east after getting married and that literally severed ties with my dad.

Dad quickly got into conversation with him which led to his asking about myself.

“He is a grown man now” dad must have said, “looking to move to Enugu for his IT”.

This stirred Uncle D’s interest the more and before the conversation was over, he fully knew I was still in need of an apartment and being currently based in Enugu, offered to assist us in accommodating me while the search lasted. The arrangements were soon fixed and I was set to make the trip, his apartment was not the nearest of places to the firm in question but who cares at this point? At least I could afford to enjoy the use of some decent apartment or so I thought, until I could find myself one that will serve me for the remainder of the six months I was scheduled to spend.

It was in September that I eventually took off for Enugu. Of course, as the start of the story suggests, I was not very keen about this. Reason being that I had always disliked seeming to be some kind of source of discomfort to a family even though the family had been the ones who sent the invite in this case. There was also the case with my girlfriend too.

We had broken up but I was still currently hoping on getting back into the relationship. She had caused me to wish I never dated her but somewhere in my heart, I still missed her and really wanted her back but I was never going to make the first move. She had hurt me and must show some kind of remorse towards her act. This was looking ever more difficult now, considering that I would not even have the privilege of using my presence to stir this into happening.

However, all of these were eventually dropped back home as I journeyed to the east. It was a Sunday and I arrived towards evening. My journey had appeared less stressful than I had envisaged. They were all at home or so I thought, judging by how full the house was; and they easily received me. Their apartment was cozy and nicely furnished.

It was going to be hard to miss home in such a comfortable environment. A movie was playing and just after the early expected enquiries about my trip, my people and whether I had been to the state before, of which I gave a firm no, I quickly settled to see the movie with them while eating the plate of Sunday rice they had served me. It was also a good time to take a more withdrawn but closer look at the family. Uncle D of whom I had always felt was a talkative was as expected, on top of his voice, analyzing every single scene that played before them.

Despite being in his mid-thirties, he still had this trait. I would always think it is the only rather ill habit he had as he was generally a decent man. Tall and well built with a look most girls will still die for. The others seemed to find him comfortable despite his many analysis, and his excessive talking only made the time fun. Sitting next to him was girl of about twenty. She was beautiful and I easily passed her for his  daughter but was not sure how that was possible, given that she was fair in complexion while D was dark. She also spotted a nose that was unlikely to come from D or his wife. I did not know much about his family before now so could not tell how right I was.

Another girl who also looked like the first sat close to her. Beautiful too and I easily noticed how she stole quick glances at me. I was not flattered, I had experienced that all my life being the natural looker I was. This continued as long as I knew but I felt it was too early to begin making any advances towards any ladies now, given my mission in Enugu. Uncle D’s wife was the only one sitting directly opposite me. Looking obviously beautiful and younger than D you could tell she just got into her thirties. She had what seemed a firm body and her curves were perfectly at the right places. Even though she was yet to stand since I walked in, I could tell from her sitting position that she was just few inches shy of six feet. However, she had been quiet all along apart from the period when I arrived during which she asked me of my trip and ordered one of the girls to get me something to eat.

Since then she had bore a rather indifferent look. She sat quite conservatively with both legs kept together. Even though she had her eyes fixed on the TV, I still did not think she was overly interested in what was playing before her. “Does she really like my coming here?” I remembered asking myself coming off what I interpreted to be a worried look on her face. I was not going to give any damn thought to that, after all, they placed the invite. In a month or less, I should be out of there anyway. There was also a guy in their midst who I easily felt to be either the houseboy or the driver judging from how he sat and where.


The day gradually rolled by and soon enough, I was already making my bed for the night. I had been shown one of the bedrooms and was told it was for one of D’s daughters who was in school. The girls I saw earlier where actually their nieces who visited. They had two daughters and both were all in school.

“Mind how you use the bed” Mrs. D who I later learnt was Onyinye by name, said to me as I stepped into the bedroom “the supporting wood is failing”. This might be the truth, but the manner with which she said it, made me sense that feeling of dislike once again. She did not want me in their home. It was obviously bare this time. My only question was, how much of this would I bear until I found my own apartment?

She was at the kitchen the next morning when I got out of bed. I had slept too much that morning for no particular reason I could muster. Uncle D had left and so was the dude I thought was the houseboy. Myself and Onyinye were the ones left at home. It seemed that she was a full housewife or probably got out of a job recently. As I stepped into the kitchen, I was a bit taken aback. She was chopping some onions on the kitchen counter for a fry and so was backing the door.

She was putting on a short and a very skimpy one. Of course it was her home and it could easily be explained since she just got out of bed but that cannot cover for the fact that it totally tells how naked she was underneath. It held so firmly to her buttock’s cheeks which were so very round and pronounced.

Her hips jiggled and swayed the same time as she chopped the onions, poured them into her fry and stirred them. I was completely taken.

“I didn’t know you were up” she stunned me! I had been caught staring and I could not place a cover on this one.

“Ehhmm…yea. I just walked in. Good morning” I fluffed back.

She had turned now and was making it to the sink at the other corner of the kitchen giving me a clearer but also very impressive view of her boobs! This woman was beautiful, I had to say and she had a body to kill. The camisole top she had over her upper half was crimson red and silky but that does not tell that it dropped rather low giving viewership to the deepest cleavage I had ever seen!

I made for the fridge, picked a bottle of water and walked away. I must not tell too much that I was feeling good about what I was seeing. This woman had not shown any reason for me to think she likes my being here so I must not also begin placing another burden on her by making her think I am being a significant threat to her faithfulness to her husband. I opted to remain low.

The day crawled by. I was seriously bored. I had used up all the charge on my laptop and seriously needed something to while away time with. Onyinye was appearing more and more to be the introvert. She hardly had said a word to me after the incident in the kitchen. She had served me breakfast and lunch and had told me to come and eat on both occasions and that was the much I had heard from her.

I was only taking consolation from the fact that I had little time to spend in their apartment. Not long after Uncle D soon returned home. I had learnt now that he was a businessman who dealt on building materials and the guy I have been seeing around was his sales boy.

He was almost my age and had been friendly so far. After exchanging pleasantries and getting to know how our days went, Uncle D quickly went for the TV. I was also beginning to see it was popular past time around here. Not long after, Onyinye who had been staying at the bedroom all along, served him dinner and found a place beside him. She had changed cloths.

She was now wearing what seemed to be an old shirt over a suede skirt. She easily started a conversation with him and at some point even involved me!

“Bitch!!” I swore to myself, “she had purposely stayed off me all day. She really could talk when she wanted”. I tried not to show any willingness to flow with the conversation but it was really hard to pull off.

In fact, I had to laugh after a particularly funny comment from her. She was really in total control here and I could do so little about it. She maintained eye contact and gesticulated good enough to explain herself. But just as the conversation looked to get deeper, I saw something very unusual and I froze! Right before me; at the very particular spot where she sat on the day of my arrival; her legs were parted and weirdly spread; slightly angled towards me with her skirt ridden up to her mid-thigh.

She was presenting me an upskirt! I had to quickly pull away my eyes, reassess the situation to reassure myself that this was reality and not a dream. We were three in the living room with her husband inclusive and from her sitting manner yesterday, it was obvious she could not possibly be the same person with her legs so casually parted that way. This was not possible.

I returned my gaze but not to that previous spot but to her face and there she was looking at me in the face, telling her story of which I was not following anymore and maintaining a radiant smile. I had to be sure it was a mistake on her own part and had to stare again at the parted legs certain she would trace and follow my stare as I did. And yes they were still parted and in fact more revealing. I could now see her inner thighs and the various ridges that formed its roundness. I was scared her husband would see this and was even more scared he would catch me watching too.

I stood and walked away into the kitchen. Right there, I had a glass of water and gave my dick a little pressure to counter the slight sensations I was already seriously receiving. When I felt I had recomposed myself, I walked back into the living room. Uncle D had finished eating and she was packing up his plates as I walked in.

“I was not going to see those scenes anymore” I thought to myself. Really felt sad about it. Uncle D was speaking of using the toilet which told me he was thoroughly satisfied. I moved my attention back to the TV now but that was not for long as Onyinye stepped out again into the living room.

I would hardly not think of her presence now after what happened earlier. She made for her seat and as we kept on with the TV she soon continued with her talk but now directed towards me. It revolved more around the talent hunt playing out on TV and I was now convinced this woman knew exactly what she was doing. This was the same lady who had avoided me all day when we were actually the only ones together but has entirely thrown herself open now the hubby was at home. I needed to tread carefully.


However, the experience in the following hours of that same night was not any different. As the night progressed, she appeared more and more ruthless with the act. In fact, at some point, she so much parted her legs that I could easily see the outline of her puffy pussy on her white doted panties.

I was taken and I so much knew that she was aware I was watching and possibly encouraged it!! This was totally killing and scary too. What if Uncle D finds out? What will he call it? Careless sitting posture? I could not just tell how this would be handled and can swear that if not for the very position of the TV which was at the left side of the living room, he would have caught her or would I say us?

This was sweat but as well bitter. I could not help it any further and on three occasions, I had to find my way to the bathroom which was the safest place at the moment to beat my dick freakishly.

It was now three days into my visit. I was being gradually absolved into the Agbo family. Onyinye hadn’t fully changed but she would pick up a chat now and then. Her case looked like that of a little girl who liked to have a particular person as a new friend, but just did not know how to approach her. I still sensed that usual resent from her about my stay but I could hardly accept it to mean that anymore judging from the lewd advances she has been making.

Of course the upskirt incidents were still happening; same time, same manner and if it was not the definition of seduction, what would you call it? Our times during the day had been roughly the same except for the fact that she stays in the living room mostly now but not seated with legs spread like pliers, instead always lying on the rug. This left me with little to see even though I still had decent flashes of the deepest parts of her thigh.

It was on this third day that I was treated to a change. Uncle D was home for some reasons I could not tell. He was at the living room flipping through some sales documents. The TV was mysteriously turned off this time and Onyinye was at the kitchen. I had been busy with my laptop as I prepared for my new roles at the firm, I had just few more days to sit out at home. Just then she called out.

“Won’t you come over and assist me, Danny?” she said peeping through the elaborate shelf placed between the living room and the dining room. I was shocked to say the least. She was asking for my help for the first time since I visited and she had done so while calling my name and in a pet form too. Simply different. “Sure, I will” I managed to say as I closed the lid of my laptop, and walked towards her.

“You wouldn’t let an old mother do all the work, would you?” she further asked as she gradually walked back to the kitchen. I was now torn between curiosity and shame. She wouldn’t be calling herself old to instigate a response from me or would she? I was also worried about my seeming negligence. Courtesy demanded that I assisted her with chores even though I had no idea what she was busy with in the Kitchen.

“did not know you were real busy in here”, I feigned. She was doing some tumblers. Guess they were expecting some guests or something. I was not sure. I picked up one and soon after, I was lost in the washing.

“You haven’t been going out since you came. Got no friends here?” was what followed after what seemed a very long silence between us.

“Yea. Do not know anybody here,” I replied.

“What about you? I mean, you have been staying home too”.

“I am on leave. Have another three weeks to go”, she explained. This led to series of other questions and soon we were having a good chat. I had finished with the tumblers I had and was trying to get more of them from the lower cupboard under the kitchen counter when my ass brushed against her side.

I did not see it coming even though I had backed her and bent over towards the cupboard.

“Take your time Danny. You want to send me to the hospital, right?” I heard her say.

“I’m sorry ma! Did not mean to”  I quickly said as I tried standing straight again. However, while doing so, I cannot really explain if she stepped closer because I only ended up bumping my ass against her sides again and this time she slapped my ass hard.

“Danny?!” she screamed but lightly! Not knowing what was actually playing out here, I immediately apologized again but without forgetting the mixed feeling of sheer pleasure and pain that built up within me. We were becoming good friends. Friends on all fronts; if she could now smack my hard butt then we are almost home! I straightened up only to meet her eyes staring at me. I made a funny face.

“what again? I just said sorry, didn’t I?” I asked while trying hard to stifle the obvious grin on my face. “And you are still making fun of it right?” she continued while swinging her arms again towards me. I had the option of docking the eventual blow and would also have done so perfectly but I wanted her to hit me. In fact I wanted her to keep doing so as much as she wanted. It was a dream come true.

Her right hand got me at the side of my buttocks again and she did not even try stopping as she went for it a couple of times again.

“Ouch!” I yelled, “that hurts!”. I felt Uncle D heard that and I sensed how she recoiled at once in anticipation of her husband’s enquiries but after a few minutes we still could not hear him.

“How can it hurt when you were doing the same to me?” she said first.

“I dint mean to hurt you. It was an accident” I followed. My dick was breathing hard now and the fabric of my bum short was not helping matters.

“Accident? when you almost tore my ass apart?” fell off her lips.

“Did she just say that?” I questioned my thoughts

“Did she just say ass? tearing her ass? How I would love to really insert this hard tool into her ass and tear”. She was visibly aroused and I could sense it. She was sending the proper signals. She wants me to acknowledge she was a bad girl.

“My ass still hurts” I wickedly said. She had to know I got the message.

“Your butt is so hard. How could you ever feel pain there?” she asked again and with absolute sultry.

“Hit my ass and see that I wouldn’t feel a thing”. Huh? I should do what? Hit her ass? Now I got taken again for the umpteenth time in three days!

“You will bleed if I do” I said to her getting closer to her and with a face that suggested sex!

“let’s see how you can pull that off” she replied turning her ass towards me and even raising her silky gown a little towards her hip. I was left with the most protruded ass in the world and with a view of her mid thigh. I smiled at her as I got even closer but she did not even act like she noticed my smile. I lifted my right hand to smack. I was keen to do so but I must also take advantage of my first contact with the body of this awesome woman. I dropped my hand unto her ass and gave her a good smack.

She let out something like a little moan of which she reacted to by turning her face to me.

“You act like my butt is hot fire. I cannot feel any pain” She said. I was challenged and immediately hit her again, filling the kitchen with the sound of flesh against flesh!

“I did not ask you to try again” she said making a frown and looking at me. I hit her the third time, totally ignoring her comment. I even left my hand or her right ass cheek after doing so.

“Your hands are not matured yet” she said with sheer mockery in her voice. I was insulted and challenged at the same time.

“Are you sure?” I asked getting ever closer to her, rubbing her ass and making round circles with her night gown. She was totally naked underneath and I could easily tell the crack of her ass.

“They need to eat more bones” she said followed by a sudden chuckle. She was loving the session definitely and I was ready to drive her fun home.

“Really?” I asked again while burying my fingers through the thin material of her gown into the crack of her ass. Not a word from her. She just picked up more cups and began washing even with the fingers of my left hand completely swallowed by her ass cheeks and was almost feeling her skin directly, save for the thin fabric she wore.

“You have not answered me?”, I enquired.

“Show me how wrong I am” was what I got as a reply. I was completely out of my mind now!! I knew I was not thinking anymore. Uncle D or no uncle D I had to have a taste of this woman. My dick had dropped from the openings meant for my legs in my bum shorts and was pointing down in full steel.

If not for my boxer shorts, she could have seen it. I was madly awaken and would not mind fucking her right there; right at that time. I pushed my hand deeper seeking both her asshole and her pussy lips but as I almost came in contact with the swell of her hind crotch, she wriggled free and headed for the door swinging and wriggling her hips violently as she walked away.

“Finish up those last three tumblers; I have done the rest. And thanks for your assist” she concluded.

“Okay ma. You are welcome” I followed while bringing my fingers to my nose to sniff off any little I had left. Uncle D must  not be made to draw conclusions, I understood.

Danny has a blog (quite-lewd.blogspot.com) where he writes very erotic stories.

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