The driver’s frantic wave went completely unnoticed. Lekan never saw the bus driver; he was too busy lecturing me about the town’s landscape and the neighbouring communities, gesturing with one hand while the other steered the bike.
By the time we had put a reasonable distance between us and that stretch of road, I risked a glance over my shoulder. The driver was still standing there, staring after us like a man trying to solve a dangerous puzzle.
I did not wave back. I turned my face forward and kept it there. I could almost hear the questions spinning in his head.
Why is that boy still in Amili? How has he survived two full days? Who is he and what is his mission here?
When we were finally far enough, I asked casually, “Did you see that man waving at us earlier?”
Lekan shook his head. “No. People always greet me. I’m very popular ooo.” He laughed, full of himself, then launched back into talk about the neighbouring towns.
I had deliberately brought up the conversation about other neighbouring communities because I needed the information. Every detail about routes, distances, and connecting roads was fuel for my escape plan.
We eventually arrived at Aduke’s canteen. She was there as usual, dressed in her signature buba and iro, moving between tables; every step she took made her massive, fat buttocks sway heavily beneath the wrapper like a slow living curse.
I ordered my usual. Our eyes kept finding each other across the tables. We exchanged secret, charged smiles. I couldn’t stop remembering that morning, her riding me wildly while her sister nearly walked in on us.
The eye contact grew so obvious that Lekan eventually noticed. He leaned close and whispered, “I think Aduke likes you.”
I smiled but didn’t reply. If only he knew I fucked her senseless all night and again in her house that morning.
A few moments later, Aduke’s sister, Jumoke, walked in. The memory of that morning slammed into me again when she gave me one long, knowing smile that unsettled me to my core. She greeted both Lekan and me politely and the other customers.
I found my gaze dragged to her body against my will. Up close and in better light.
Jumoke was heavily endowed, an upgraded version of her sister. In comparison, Aduke was simply bigger and fatter. Jumoke was thicker in the right places, far curvier, and more deliberate. Her breasts were full and perfectly rounded.
Her ass was properly shaped, heavy, thick, and firm, unlike Aduke’s large, directionless buttocks. When Jumoke walked, it didn’t just sway. It bounced. Thick and heavy. Both women possessed dangerous rear assets that could make a man lose his senses.
I dared not stare at Jumoke too long with Aduke’s eyes on me, but the sway of Jumoke’s huge ass as she walked past was impossible to ignore. Our eyes kept meeting across the canteen. Every time she stood to serve a customer,
A few times she turned and caught me staring. I would snap my eyes away or pretend to study the big water drum beside her, but she knew. That wicked, teasing little smile told me everything.
I was certain Jumoke either saw something or had a very clear idea of what her sister and I had done.
I could barely taste the food. My mind kept drifting back to the bus driver. What if he followed us? What if he started asking questions or talking to people about me? The image of the money bag hidden under my bed flashed through my head.
Was I pushing this too far already? A few more hours and I would be gone. I told myself that. I even prayed silently for more time—though I wasn’t sure who I was praying to.
Eventually Jumoke left the canteen. Before she left, I overheard her tell her sister she was going to get something from a friend.
The moment she disappeared, I finally exhaled. But the relief was short-lived. On the other side of the canteen, Aduke’s eyes still never left me.
Later, when I excused myself to urinate behind the canteen, heading toward the small bush path near the plantain plantation, Aduke appeared almost immediately, as if she had been waiting for the chance.
She grabbed me from behind, pressing her soft, full body against my back. I spun around quickly, eyes darting everywhere, scanning for witnesses.
Before I could protest, she was unfastening my belt with urgent fingers. I tried to stop her, but she shoved my hand away and pulled out my semi-erect cock. She held it gently while I pushed urine out.
She didn’t even wait for me to shake off the last drops of urine from my penis. Without a word, Aduke pulled me into a hidden corner near an old wooden table. She dropped to her knees; my cock stood thick and heavy between us, the tip still wet.
I couldn’t tell if it was a urine droplet or precum. But I could tell that the sight of it seemed to make her even hungrier.
Aduke wrapped her fingers around the base, her thumb swiping over the pre-cum glistening at the slit, and then.
Aduke smothered it in kisses, her tongue swirled around the head, her hand stroked the base she couldn’t swallow, and her thick lips created perfect suction. Then she took it all in her warm, wet mouth and held it there; she wasn’t giving me a blowjob, yet she was just warming my cock.
I nearly collapsed. My legs shook violently. “Fuck…” I whispered, glancing around desperately to ensure no one was watching.
I grew rock-hard in seconds. I groaned, my head falling back as Aduke took me deep. I took her pony in my hand as her lips sealed around the crown before she sank, inch by inch, until her nose pressed against my skin.
Her throat fluttered around the head, and I cursed, my fingers fisting. She pulled back slowly, her tongue swirling around the ridge, before plunging again, her free hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently.
She started bobbing her head back and forth with hungry intensity. She sucked me hard and greedily, bobbing her head, stroking what she couldn’t swallow, saliva dripping down her chin. The risky thrill was intense.
I could feel her saliva dripping down my shaft, her fingers slick with it as she worked me. Every time she pulled back, she’d twist her head, her tongue flicking over the underside, before taking me all the way again. It was like she was memorising me, learning exactly how to drive me out of my mind.
It was too much, too good. Her mouth was warm, wet, and dangerously skilled. My hips bucked, driving deeper into her mouth, and she took it, moaning around me. My toes curled tightly inside my shoes.
I reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, guiding her as she sucked me like a woman starved. The wet, slurping sounds were obscene in the quiet evening air.
My eyes flew nervously from one end of the plantain plantation to the other, heart pounding with fear and pleasure. What if someone sees us? What if her sister comes back? What if Lekan decides to piss too? Every rustle of leaves made my stomach tighten, but I couldn’t stop her.
“Jesus, Aduke—” My voice was rough, broken. She hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt straight to my spine.
Her other hand joined the first, stroking the base of my cock as she bobbed her head, her lips stretched obscenely around my girth. All I could hear was the sound of lips smacking lasciviously.
I reached for Aduke, my hands finding her tits, squeezing them as she sucked me. She moaned, the sound muffled, and the vibration nearly sent me over the edge.
“Fuck, baby, just like that—” I groaned, my thumb brushing over her nipple over her blouse. She shivered, her mouth tightening around me; her head continued bobbing back and forth, as she continued slurping my cock enthusiastically, she let out a muffled squeal around my cock, and I growled.
Aduke dribbled spit out of her mouth and onto her blouse, her big tits jiggling beneath her dress every time she gacked on my invading cock, I forced myself into her mouth until her dress was decorated with long strands of saliva.
Then I held the back of her head and began to skull fuck her, thrusting into her with no regard, my cock drumming into her mouth like a punching bag slamming without mercy.
The thought of her getting off just from sucking my dick was almost enough to push me over. The sloshy sounds of a violent face fucking filled the small open space.
I pistoned rapidly in and out of her drooling mouth, just stabbing my cock as far into her tender throat as I could, making her gag and sputter until a mucoid layer of spit covered her bouncy rack.
The pleasure built fast despite the danger. “Oh my God”, I muttered with a choked groan; my legs trembled as I blasted a hot load of cum into her hungry mouth.
My seed filled her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking me clean, and pulled away with a wet pop and a wicked little smile, leaving her eyes dark with lust, her lips swollen and her lips stick smeared and the top of her blouse clinging wetly to her skin. I released her hair slowly.
She stood, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her chest heaving. She leaned in and whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “I won’t be able to come tonight,” she whispered.
“There’s a funeral wake in town I must attend.” Then she slipped away like nothing had happened.
I wasn’t disappointed. After all, that night was supposed to be my escape night anyway. Only after she disappeared back into the canteen did I remember:
The Chief’s fourth wife had also promised to return for her flask.
When I returned to the canteen, Aduke was calmly serving another customer, acting perfectly normal. I sat back down and picked my small bag of money, the one I had made for the day. Then I turned to Lekan.
“I want to help you people catch that thief.” It came out odd and different from
He laughed. “No need to stress yourself, Inspector. We have summoned a powerful medicine man. He will catch him soon.”
“I’m serious,” I insisted. “Do you have a whistle?” I asked.
He nodded casually. Then I told him I wanted him to mount guard somewhere around the Baale’s house that night.
Though he laughed at first, my seriousness convinced him to an extent. Lekan asked me if I knew who the thief was. I told him I didn’t know but that I had a plan that would help them catch the thief.
He scoffed and said he wondered what security tactics a government official knew.
I could tell he wasn’t fully convinced; I knew he was only listening to me because he thought I was the inspector from the ministry and he just wanted to please me by all means since he thought I’d listed his land among the properties that would be used for the project.
“I will bring the whistle from my house on our way back to the guesthouse.” He murmured.
We finished eating and stepped outside. Aduke gave me a final loaded wink. I smiled and rode off with Lekan. That was when Lekan announced that he needed to meet some of his vigilante colleagues for a brief meeting.
I immediately asked him to take me back to the guesthouse first. He refused. Instead, he insisted I had to taste the best bush meat pepper soup in the entire region.
Bush meat was the last thing on my mind. I needed to prepare for my escape that night. I had already extracted everything useful from him about the neighbouring towns. And the driver’s presence still sat heavy on my chest like a stone.
My head was not settled at all. I objected, not because I disliked the soup, but because I wanted us as far as possible from the area where the driver had seen me.
Lekan only smiled, clapped my shoulder, and begged.
“Just a short stop, Inspector. You will thank me.” Every instinct in me screamed to refuse. But I followed him anyway.
Thank God Lekan did not take the same route. This time we cut through the town square. I buried my head as we rode past, shoulders tense, eyes fixed on the dusty ground. I distracted Lekan with talk of the Baale’s fourth wife.
I told him she brought food for me that morning and that she seemed like a very nice young woman. I made sure I kept my tone casual so that he wouldn’t detect any personal interest.
“Eniola” Lekan started “You should be careful around that lady. There are too many negative stories around that lady. She agreed to marry the Baale because of his money” he paused to greet someone while I wondered the kind of local money that would make a big fine lady like Eniola settle for an old community chief.
Of course, it had to be wealth and nothing more, because I couldn’t think of any other benefit. I knew there was real cool money in Amili, but I wondered why she would risk a sweet life she could enjoy in the city to come and live in a town with a man old enough to be her grandfather.
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