Now I was left in my office. I picked the hem of my gown and used it to blow a cool breeze on my pussy. Even though the AC was blasting, my pussy still felt hot from the way Lekan had pounded it just moments ago.
I sighed as I blew the breeze and walked back to my chair at the same time with my legs spread wide. When I finally got to my seat, I kept my legs spread and picked up a magazine from my table.
I frantically fanned my pussy now, hoping to get enough breeze inside it. Doing that, some memories flashed in my head, and they made me smile. I quickly picked up my phone and dialled my friend’s number.
After what seemed like forever, she finally picked it and her bleached face came up on the phone to hurl insults at me, “mad woman! Why are you calling me? Do you want to beg for money?”
I burst into throaty laughter and responded that she was cursing her one and only helper. She laughed and told me that because her boy was coming to stay a few days at my place does not mean I was helping her; he is only coming over to stay with his godmother.
I laughed in my head. Godmother indeed. The last time I saw that boy, he was barely seven years old, and he looked as tattered as every one of us who grew up on the streets.
I quickly told Rashidat that I was not her son’s godmother o because the boy is not fine. She burst into a throaty laughter before asking whether I wanted to commit suicide because her son is a hotcake and all the girls in the street want to have a taste of him.
I laughed as I pictured the boy in my head. He used to carry catarrh on his nostrils even at seven years old and now he is a hotcake. Rashidat and her exaggerations, eh! I asked her to show the boy to me since we were on a video call, she said he had just left her shop.
Okay, send his picture then, she does not know how to operate her phone that much. I gave up on my friend and called her a dumb woman before telling her that I would see her and her son by the weekend.
She yelled happily and said I must look after her boy o and make sure that girls don’t try to fuck him o. She wanted to train him well. I laughed and disconnected the call. That girl would just never change. She was my friend, and we served Iya Nimota at the same time.
But she was never as good as I was. She preferred to fuck around more than she sold herbs or learned the trade.
She was way older than me, and she had a kid when I met her, but he was always with her mother, and she had all the freedom to do whatever she wanted. She still had her shop at the roadside as I used to, but that never disturbed our friendship.
It was something we had built on camaraderie and shared sexcapades. So much that it was now funny for her to tell me she was protecting her son from getting fucking ladies outside.
It was this same Rashidat that was constantly fucking baba Nimota before me, and the man ever had anything to do together. She was the one who told me that she seduced Baba Nimota when she went over to their house to cook. After putting the food on fire, she came to the sitting room to clean the TV stand, which was not dusty, and she was not even asked to clean.
But then, she planned to prop her fat ass up so that Baba Nimota would see it. And one thing is that, Rashidat has big bumbum – Jesus! Everything that I lacked in the backside area, Rashidat has it, just like I have big breasts, and hers were the size of oranges at best.
We were like opposites, but both fair in complexion, even though she bleached a little.
She said that when she noticed that Baba Nimota was more fixed on the chair rather than come to pounce on her like she had hoped, she moved closer to him and started to clean the table whilst greeting him and all.
Yet, he did not budge, then she went rogue and screamed while clutching her waist with one hand.
Baba Nimota shot out of his seat and grabbed Rashidat by the waist, asking her what had gone wrong as he helped her lie on the couch. In that position, her ass became more pronounced, and she continued to wince, claiming that she felt serious pain around her waist.
Baba Nimota quickly left the room and came back clutching a small container of shea butter. He pulled Rashidat’s shirt up and tried to apply shea butter to help her massage before she grabbed his hand.
She turned her head and asked if Baba Nimota was a child because she had been talking to him with her eyes and her body, but he seemed not to understand her language.
She collected the shea butter container from him and pulled him by the wrist till he sat on the couch with her.
“See, oga has been talking a lot about your big penis, and we too want to see it and taste it a little”, she rendered her monologue to him in an almost hushed tone and pushed his chest till the poor man was reclined on the couch.
From that angle, she unzipped his trousers and brought his penis out. The way Rashidat narrated it, she said she felt faint from just seeing Baba Nimota’s penis.
It was so huge that when she tried to suck it, her mouth could not cover much of the shaft, and she just developed a jawache. She had to pick the container of shea butter and rub it all over Baba Nimota’s penis until it started to shine. When she was satisfied, she scooped more shea butter and rubbed it on her pussy lips.
Baba Nimota remained in his reclined position and watched the movie playing out in his presence until Rashidat climbed over his penis and started to fuck him. According to Rashidat, the penis filled her pussy up and hit her deep with every thrust.
It was so sweet that at a point she could no longer bounce on the penis; instead, she was just stirring her waist on the penis, and it seemed like Baba Nimota did not enjoy that very much because he soon pushed her off and got on his feet. In a stern tone, he asked her to bend over, and she quickly held the centre table.
She said she was so happy to see him get active. When that penis slid inside her pussy, Baba Nimota did not have any pity for her. What her eyes were looking for when she seduced Baba Nimota, it was her pussy that saw it with the way he fucked her.
She screamed so loud that someone had to knock the door to ask what was happening but the person was ignored.
As she narrated the story to me that day, Rashidat could not stop blowing breeze inside her pussy with the plastic hand-fan that we were supposed to use to blow fire in the coal stove. I laughed so hard and got turned on that day.
Iya Nimota had gone to a party as usual, and we had the freedom to discuss. When she stood to go and lie down inside the kiosk, I looked at that massive bumbum again and was marvelled all over again.
I could not even hold myself back; I gave her a hard spank. Rather than call me an ashawo like she always does, Rashidat moaned and told me not to turn her on again.
I was shocked. She looked back and told me that Baba Nimota had spanked her so much that she fell in love with it. She even had his palmprints on her asscheeks to prove it – she dragged me inside the kiosk and got naked for me to see the different patches of Baba Nimota’s palm prints on her asscheeks.
I was marvelled and looked forward to the day I would get fucked by Baba Nimota too.
Now that I was fanning my pussy after getting fucked hard, I remembered how Rashidat fanned her pussy that day too, and that made me smile.
Even when my boss caught me with her husband and beat me up, Rashidat visited my one-room apartment to discuss with me.
She threatened hell, especially because she knew that the attack must have been pushed by Oga’s friend, whom she believed was the person who knocked that day, Baba Nimota was fucking her. I told Rashidat that I had not even fucked Baba Nimota, and I just got beaten for no reason.
Rashidat hissed and said the beating would not just go like that because our mission now would be for me to fuck Baba Nimota for as much as I want.
Our Oga must cry and regret beating me. I nodded my head and agreed with her. But now, how do I fuck Baba Nimota? I could no longer go to my Oga’s house, and we cannot fuck in the shop.
Rashidat looked at me and said I should not bother myself because she would set everything up. I looked confused, and she said that since the day Baba Nimota fucked her at their place and Oga’s friend knocked on the door, they had fucked many times.
Before I could ask how, she already pulled out her phone and called Baba Nimota to ask whether he was still at his shop. Once she confirmed that, she told him to wait behind because they had a match that evening, and it would be an intense one!
The End
Written by Reezy Sama
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