I watched her settle the fare with the bike man. Every possible scenario raced through my head. Had Banke set me up? Was there something I had missed? Regret hit me like a physical blow.
Maybe I should have gone straight to my grandmother’s place in Alimi immediately after I left Amili. I should have forgotten about Banke. I should have left the entire region when I had the chance.
I gripped my backpack tighter. There was nowhere to run. If I bolted now, she would probably scream, and God alone knew what would follow. Approach the danger before it traps you, I told myself.
I grabbed the bag and stepped toward the doorway just as she turned and walked toward the shop. We met at the entrance.
Jumoke choked. Genuine shock flooded her face, too raw to be faked. She had not expected to see me. “Oga Inspector!” she exclaimed.
I stopped dead, mirroring her surprise, reading every flicker of her expression, ready to either sprint or start begging depending on what came next.
Then she smiled. “When did you arrive here?” she asked, still wide-eyed.
“Not long,” I answered carefully, eyes still searching her face. That same mischievous smile played at the corners of her mouth, the same one that had tormented me on the bike.
She walked past me into the shop and settled onto one of the plastic chairs. “I left Amili very early this morning for the market at Ishoki. That was where I heard the news… how you caught the thief. The story is everywhere. Everyone is praising you o.” She dropped her bag onto the cutting table.
Only I knew the enormous, silent sigh of relief that left my body. I felt like dropping to my knees.
She had left Amili before the full truth about my disappearance could spread. She still believed the legend. But I was not safe yet. Why was she in Banke’s shop?
I forced a moderate smile. “I came to see someone here in Atele.”
She looked different, cleaner, fresher, more beautiful than the busy, sweaty version I had seen in the canteen. She wore a short, free gown that stopped just above her knees. As she sat, the fabric rode higher, revealing sleek, thick, fresh thighs. I could not stop my eyes from drifting.
The wide cut of the neckline put her full breasts on open display. I battled to keep my gaze under control even while every nerve screamed danger.
“I met Banke at the market,” Jumoke continued. “She said her Corper friend was waiting for her at the shop.” She paused, giving me that knowing look. “Are you the Corper friend?”
My heart missed several beats. In less than a second, I searched my store of lies and found one. I chuckled lightly. “Corper? Banke must be joking. I don’t know why she keeps calling me Corper.”
Jumoke threw her head back and laughed. “Maybe she’s trying to hide your identity.” She smiled “So she’s your friend?” The weight of jealousy sat clearly inside the question.
I laughed, keeping it casual. “I just came to see her briefly. I’ll return soon.”
“Banke makes my clothes,” Jumoke said. “She’s my very good friend.”
Small dangerous world. I took a few careful steps away from the table. The memory of the bike ride slammed into me again, how she had pulled her gown up and let the heat of her pussy grind against my cock. My own cock hardened traitorously inside my trousers.
“The whole of Amili is singing your praises… and you’re here with my friend.” Then as if she could read my mind, Jumoke smiled slowly. “Last night… remain small you would have fucked me on that bike,” she said, cutting straight through my thoughts.
I blinked, pretending I hadn’t heard clearly. “You said what?”
The air in the shop suddenly grew thick with both danger and unfinished business. Just then, Jumoke stood. Every slow step she took toward me made my body lock. Run. Stop her. Move.
The commands flashed through my mind, but my feet remained planted to the ground as if the floor itself held me.
She came closer until I could smell every warm, feminine note of her skin. Her breath brushed my face. Her full breasts pressed lightly against my chest through the thin gown.
“Swear you wouldn’t have fucked me on that bike if the ride lasted one more minute,” she challenged, voice firm yet dripping with teasing heat.
I swallowed hard. Words failed me for some minutes until I finally found my voice. “Jumoke… Banke could walk in any moment.” My hand tightened around the backpack strap.
“Noooo,” she said, smiling that same mischievous smile. “She still has a lot to do in the market.”
I opened my mouth to protest again; someone might walk past, the risk was insane, but the street outside was quiet and empty. The old wooden shop felt sealed off from the world. I had never expected this chance again.
The moment I left Amili, I thought her chapter was closed forever. Yet here we stood in another town entirely, so close to sin it burned.
Jumoke’s hands gripped my shirt, pulling me closer. “I saw how you and my sister fucked like animals,” she whispered, closing the last half-step.
I didn’t say anything; she had said it the previous night during the bike ride. I just stood there, my eyes never leaving hers, my heart pounding in my chest.
I saw the slight flush that crept up her cheeks. “Jumoke,” I said, my voice low, she reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek. I didn’t pull away, and that was all the encouragement she needed.
She leaned in, her head tilted up, lips almost touching mine. I stood frozen, silently reciting every prayer I knew. Then her arms wrapped around my neck and our mouths crashed together.
Her lips captured mine in a soft, gentle kiss. It deepened quickly, our tongues tangled, our breaths mingling, her body pressed against mine, her breasts flattening against my chest.
I trailed my fingers down her neck, her back, until they reached the hem of her gown. I slipped my hands beneath it, my palms flat against her warm skin. She gasped into my mouth, her body arching into my touch.
The kiss turned deep and hungry within seconds, tongues sliding, lips sucking, teeth grazing. Her hands roamed down my chest and stomach while mine gripped her thick waist and pulled her harder against me.
I broke the kiss, my hand trailing down her neck, her collarbone, until they reached her breasts. I pulled down the strap of her dress over her shoulder and unsnapped the front closure on her bra, her magnificent tits bouncing free from captivity, exposing her big light-skinned breasts with erect, pink nipples.
My hand moved to cup one big warm breast in my hand, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, her body ached with need.
I leaned down and buried my head on her chest, kissing her heaving tits as I took one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, feeling it harden against my tongue. Jumoke moaned, her head fell back, hands tangling in my hair.
I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, my hands roaming her body. I slid my hand between her thighs, slipping two curious fingers into her panties; I found her already wet and dripping.
The two fingers pushed into her wet, hot pussy and she moaned loudly into my mouth, hips rolling against my hand.
I stroked her clit in tight circles, both of us shaking with need, my fingers sliding against her slick flesh, her moans growing louder with each touch. I paused for just a moment. As my conscience almost began to shake me free from the spell I was enchanted by.
Jumoke sensed my hesitation and softly pleaded to me, “Oh please, please, I want this too, I need you.”
That was all it took. I didn’t waste any time thinking. We tore at each other’s clothes with frantic urgency. Her gown came up and bunched around her waist; she held it there and yanked her panties down her legs, kicking them off quickly.
My trousers and underwear followed in a messy heap around my knee. No one was thinking of consequences anymore. We only wanted to be inside each other.
I sat hard on one of the plastic chairs, then she slipped onto me, straddling me, guiding my stiff cock to her entrance, lowering herself slowly on my laps until my hands shot up to her hips, pulling her down harder onto me until I was all the way inside her, my balls deep, both of us groaning as her cunt swallowed my rock hard cock.
Jumoke moaned at the feel of me stretching her insides, holding on so tightly to my shoulders while I licked and sucked and flicked on her swollen nipples. The chair creaked dangerously beneath us. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to my lips, brushing her hair.
She began riding me hard. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her sides as she began to move—slow, grinding circles that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
Then she switched to bouncing up and down in my lap, riding my rigid cock. I tossed my head from side to side, trying hard to avoid her gaze. I was fucking Aduke’s sister! The guilt slammed with each bounce.
Jumoke increased her pace and was bouncing on me like no man’s business; her body went up and down, and I guided her with my hands on her hips.
Our lips reunited; the kiss was intense with pure passion and desire.
I sank my tongue between her lips. Jumoke moaned and writhed as my arms went around her neck and clung to her; she sucked my mouth and had me smiling into our kiss.
I moved my hands down and grabbed her butt cheek; I spread them wide apart, allowing me to go deeper. Then I held on to her waist and started pumping her from under, fast long strokes that went deep that I felt my cock hit her cervix.
I increased my speed and slammed my cock into her from underneath very fast, while my hands gripped her wide ass and forced her down harder onto every upward thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity.
Jumoke rode me with increasing urgency, her heavy breasts slamming against my face, her breath becoming ragged gasps that matched the rhythm of our bodies.
“Yes,” she moaned. The loud sound my body made as it slammed her filled the shop. “Ah…Ah….Inspec …Inspec” Jumoke cried out, her body moving quickly.
Her inner muscles fluttered and spasmed around me helplessly. She was driving me totally crazy, and I was doing the same to her. She leaned down and kissed me hungrily while she pumped and rocked me, moaning and crying out at the same time.
Jumoke’s cries grew louder—raw, unrestrained, her legs locked around my waist as I pounded into her, her nails digging into my back.
It was just a matter of time until her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came hard; my own orgasm followed up closely behind hers. I thrust into her one last time, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my seed.
She collapsed on me, our bodies slick with sweat and cum as my cum trickled down her thighs down to my leg.
I pulled out, we moved over to the large cutting table. I flipped her over and bent her across the edge of the table- her massive ass rose high in the air.
In an instant, I moved behind her, pressing my solid erection against her ass before pulling at her gown, hiking it up with one hand over her thighs and ass until it gathered around her belly.
traced my hand around the curve of her pelvic bone to the small of her back, pinning her down onto the desk. Then I grabbed the back of her neck, feeling the wet heat from her pussy against the head of my swollen, throbbing cock.
I slammed back into her from behind and started fucking her with pure, reckless force. Her wet cunt wrapped around my thick cock, feeling her soft, tight pussy envelope around the head of my cock, the sensation inviting me to push deeper and fuller inside. Her damp warmth caused me to swell even more, stretching her.
My cock extended deeper each time I moved, and my balls smacked against her swollen clit with each pass. I buried my cock until my balls rested on her ass, my hands on her hips. Jumoke moaned in approval, her eyes rolled back as my slow but long movements accelerated in frequency, completely unsheathing and reentering fiercely.
Then I started pounding into her and pumping her with a ferocity that surprised even me. Jumoke’s moans filled the shop. I tightened my grip on her hip, then grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled.
The tip of my penis rigorously rubbed her raw pussy lips with each rough passing. Each push of my hips caused my balls to slap harder and faster against her; she whimpered in approval most marvellously, her pussy instinctively tightening around my cock.
Written by Tito
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