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BITTER SWEETNESS VII

Written by Dan Chucks

All I could get to think of that very day was just sex! sex!! and more sex!!! I could not concentrate on a thing extra. What if the sales boy had not returned? What if he was asked to open the shops today? What if I was just left to this Nubian woman that had completely turned my entire life upside down? “What if?” was the continuous questions I asked myself as I just could not stop thinking of endless other scenarios that could have followed our last session together.

I had done the unthinkable with her and who said I was not willing to push it even further. I was going to fuck her again, and in a more adorable manner! She was going to enjoy it and beg for more!!

It was at my namesake’s house that I had my first taste of cooked food that morning. He was the only possible saviour I felt I had; so I quickly made his house my preferred definition of workplace.

Onyinye had later left the house like she said; having nothing to do with the kitchen and telling me she was going to see one of her girlfriends who had a child dedication to do in church the following day. The plan was to assist her friend’s family in making food for the attending/visiting guests and she was sure to spend most of her day there.

Even though her preparation for this visit was labored and sluggish, I knew she was aware she had little choice. She was visibly frustrated and it was little work to guess what the source was. She had been cut off from one of the best moments of her life. And as she told me about her need to spend most of her day at her friend’s place, I could visibly see the hunger and the feeling of discontent in her eyes! She was regretting accepting the invite.

However, given how things had played out, I needed to remain sensible myself. I was assured that I had dumped a good load of heightened sensations in-between her legs and that should do, for me. At least, until she made it back to the house by evening. After all, she had never wanted to admit she needed my fuck all these while. Nevertheless, I would not still want her cunt sipping juices  all afternoon just because of her yet unquenched hunger for more sex.

When I felt it was work closing time, I began indicating to Danny that I had to go. He had no idea what my real reason for coming to see him was but he had been a brilliant host. A couple other persons had popped by to say hello too and at one point, the house was full with people. He was a really good guy and I found it rather cool being introduced as his name sake.

However, when I sensed it was time to go, I did leave him behind. He had walked me off with another girl I felt was his girl friend and I was soon in a bus heading to the Agbos. On getting in, I was greeted to the most disturbing news of the day; Onyinye was going to see out the night at her friend’s.

The universe stopped!! Where on earth was that coming from?!! How could she have agreed to that? Or was she not still aware how much little time we had before the return of Uncle D? I was confused and furious at the same time! I could not just put it into perspective. Everything looked a very failing plan now. The sales boy had been home and he was the one who received the little girl Onyinye had sent to deliver the message as both our phones had not been through.

 

I had a lot to worry about. I had no idea how I was going to see out the night! It was a night I had sub-consciously set together as the night of all acts!! I had put up several thoughts of what I was going to do to her sexiness! This was a complete blow and I was going to see a lot of hard time going through. As the night wore on, I tried mixing out my activities. I used my laptop for a couple of tasks before switching the TV on for leisure.

They managed to engage my thoughts and emotions to a level and did so, quite well too; that even when Danny’s message dropped into my phone, I had little notice that It was there:

“My girl friend and I have considered allowing you stay with us henceforth. Since she hardly spends her days in the apartment, it won’t be difficult settling with us. Trying to assist a brother. Give it a thought”. I felt my heart stop. I read the message again. And again. And again. Danny was offering me space in his apartment. I did not know what to make of it! This was the exact thing I had wished for right from when I began the IT thing with Enugu but could not lay any finger on a single offer.

Now, Danny was offering to help me out. I remember telling him about my search for an apartment of which has not been going as intended and I remember his promising me to find me a place. But I just did not think that place was going to be his place. That girl was his girlfriend after all.

It was good news but yet very worrying. I had intentions of leaving the Agbos at some point as that was the initial plan but I just did not know how that was going to work out at the moment. I just did not know how I would pack up my things and leave Onyinye. I had thought all along that she was the one who needed me most but was currently seeing that I was equally being ingrained into her. Just a mere thought of her ‘permanently’ creaming pussy always got all my veins running to my stifled dick. She was pure enigma, I just did not know how I would get to accept this invite. It was bitterly sweet.

I was having this thoughts when I slept off. Danny’s phone call was what woke me and when I located the wall clock, it was 6:40 am. The sales boy had not told me to go to my room; I had passed the night on the sofa. Or perhaps he asked me in, but I was too drugged with sleep to make a move.

“Hey DY, got my message at all?”, was Danny’s sonorous voice at the receiver, when I picked.

“Yea, sure. Got it” I tried to talk back even though I could sense the effect of sleep in my throat. “So….what’s the deal? Accepted?” he followed up instantly. This particularly placed me on the spot!! I just froze of all answers. What was I going to say to him? I could not possibly say no to such a tirelessly free offer. But what about Onyinye? How would she receive the news that I had just got a new place and was about to go?

I totally became void of what was appropriate for a current situation for the first time in so many years. But then, I quickly got a speck of an idea.

“Yea. It is very cool man! Thanks a lot man! You are such a good brother. Thanks so much!”

I had accepted his offer. But I felt I could delay my moving until myself and Onyinye must have fucked ourselves senseless countless.

“No P bro. It is all good. I saw how much in need you were so myself and Amara had to assist.”

He was utterly exhibiting pure benevolence as he spoke too and I listened calmly.

“So should I stop by with my car so that you can throw your things in?”

I froze again on hearing him say that.

“You mean today?” was all I could muster out.

“Sure. Today. That was why I called you this early”, Now I was suddenly feeling kind of weird about the whole thing. Why the haste? He only just told me about this yester night, so how would he think I had already spread the news around to every single interested party before now. I was not getting the direction of the conversation anymore.

“But I still have my hommies to tell?” I defended.

“They will feel real bad if I just walk out on them without prior information”.

He kept saying “Yea. Yea” as I said those last lines.

“So when would you prefer?” he followed instantly.

“The truth is, I have this guy who is constantly asking to move in with me. I know I would find it rather difficult to let him, considering he isn’t a very cool lass. But not having any reason to give him for my refusal was just enough to bring you into the picture. I am offering you space now. That is enough reason to give him. And he will be visiting by next week Thursday”.

A very quick silence followed. I knew this was just too difficult for me. I was sweating from nowhere.

“Will moving in Thursday morning not work out fine?” I heard myself asking. I was sure my mind was trying to buy as much time for Onyinye as possible.

“Ummmm…well, it depends on you” was his reply. I could not believe I heard that as I never expected to be in a position to make any choices in this.

“If you could make it early enough Thursday morning, we should be able to beat his coming”. I was glad.

It was still Sunday and I had a good four days to accomplish my greatest tasks! ”

I can make it very early Danny” I argued.

“If we can leave it Thursday, I would deeply appreciate it”.

“It is good then. Thursday is just fine. I will leave Amaka a message on that.” he had accepted my request and was about ending the call.

“Thanks a lot man. You are  the best.” I commended.

“It is all good man. Have a swell morning. Cheers”, and the call was over. It had happened so fast but looked really sorted out.

What defined my morning was not out of the usual. I had plans to follow the sales boy to their family church. This was something I had already done once since I came; judging that I had seen just two Sundays there: the Sunday of my arrival and that of the just concluded week.

The fact remained that even if I never felt like being at any church service that morning, I just had no excuses to give uncle D for not doing so. His supposed spy should not fail to tell him everything if he asks. I had been the good boy to Uncle D and I needed to remain so.

The church service was unto a large gathering and the venue was not so far from where the Agbos stayed. My real big problem was my head. It could not just do as I wished.

As the Vicar delivered a perfect sermon on restitution, I was constantly seeing several fuck scenes between myself and Onyinye playing right inside my head.

It was just a running stream of endless fucking and it was not long before I began experiencing the sheer discomfort a hugely erect dick could bring. I needed to go. I needed to catch up with Onyinye. Wondered if they had finished up at her friend’s church. I needed to fuck her.

Although I could see several hot girls around there in church serving as ushers and stewardesses, I could not just pick any interests in them. Most of them were rightly in very tight outfits which I doubted was most appropriate for the occasion considering how questionable the slits on them were. Most ran up to their upper thighs thereby giving the congregation the most lewd views of woman sexiness one could ever imagine right inside a church.

I wondered what the wives to the men present did say whenever they all got home. However, for me, each time my eyes got caught up by these many thighs being flung and flashed all over the church hall by these ladies, I could not help but simply imagine they were Onyinye’s; how I would rush them, get in-between them and fuck her silly right before the vicar if they belonged to her. The sales boy’s brisk tap on the shoulder was what told me service was over so i got off my thoughts.

When the door bell rang, few hours after we had returned from the church, I had just expected to see Onyinye. However, seeing Uncle D walk in too was a mixed feeling of delight and disappointment. They were in fact three.

I later learnt the third person was Mr. Felix; a business colleague to D. They had shopped together at Onitsha but Felix still intended to use a market at Ebonyi State. He was going to sleep over at the house and then take off for Ebonyi the following day. I quickly welcomed them all, taking particular time to extend it to Onyinye too.

As I did, I made sure to let my hand brush her boobs. She needed to know I was still horny for her even though her husband was there and the eye she gave me told me she understood. The chemistry was just so much and we both loved it. I took their bags from them and tried making them comfortable. Onyinye had walked past us into the bedroom. I suspected she needed to change. And as she walked in, I never failed to trail her swaying ass as  she took each step. She was a pot of sex! And I was happy to be in the same house as herself.

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

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