Jumoke’s big tits swayed with every thrust; I squeezed them, her nails digging into the wooden table. Her lips repeatedly mouthed the words, “Olorun o, Jesu Christi, Aye mi o” She was breathing loudly and inconsistently, cooing and whining softly.
She followed my thrusts with gasps of shorter, quicker, almost panicked breaths, pushing back against the oncoming thrusts of my cock. Soon she began to let out long soft whimpers, only to bite her thumb to keep from fully crying out to heaven and earth.
I was revelling in the ecstasy I helped create; i could see it overtaking her, the energy welling up within her, exploding outward from every pore.
“Inspector e ma pami, Inspector eti dun ju” was all she could say repeatedly as I fucked her burning cunt. She was dripping wet as I hungrily pounded through her sopping public hair from behind.
I was determined to get as much guilty pleasure as I could from the experience. She begged me to cum inside her and put out the fire that was burning in her pussy with my cum.
Gripping just above her ass, and with my other hand taking hold of her Ponytail, I pulled her hair, and furiously fucked her harder, viciously riding her as she scrambled to hold onto the edge of the desk and braced herself.
Her huge tits shook and jiggled, as her stiff nipples occasionally scraped against the cool desk, wickedly teasing her with euphoric anguish.
The table shook with every powerful stroke. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the shop. My hands dug into her soft cheeks, spreading them so I could watch my cock disappear into her stretched, glistening pussy over and over.
It felt absolutely amazing for me; I moved my cock rapidly and powerfully in her hot pussy, relishing the sensation.
Her moans slowly turned into whimpers. Just when I thought I had seen everything she had in store for me, she arched her back and began to push her large buttocks against my hips to really take in every inch of my fantastic fuck meat.
She kept pushing me hard fucking me back. I leaned in and held her by her full breasts, twirling her nipples. Then I slammed back harder into her from behind. The new angle made her howl.
While I fucked her, I could not stop thinking. What if Banke walked in right now? What if a customer appeared? The danger only made me harder. Omo… so I was finally inside Jumoke, Aduke’s sister, the woman I thought I had lost the moment I left Amili.
The forbidden thrill drove me faster, deeper, more brutal.
If I returned to school and told my friends the full story, none of them would believe it. Four sharp women in just a few days—Aduke, Eniola, Banke, and now Jumoke. I felt strangely fulfilled. Even if they caught me tomorrow, at least I had taken the best pussies I would ever know and paid nothing for them.
My eyes never left the open entrance. My ears strained for the slightest sound of footsteps or a motorcycle while my hips kept slamming into her. Jumoke pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning and cursing, her thick body shaking under the assault.
The cutting table rocked violently. Sweat dripped from both of us onto the wood.
I was lost in her and still listening for the moment everything could collapse. I gripped her thick ass with both hands, spreading the cheeks, and fucked her even harder, watching my cock disappear into her stretched, dripping hole over and over.
Her face was pressed into the pillow, but her cries still filled the shop, loud, broken, continuous.
Sweat poured down both our bodies. The air in the tiny room grew thick and hot. I reached under her, found her swollen clit, and rubbed it roughly in time with my thrusts. Jumoke’s entire body seized.
Jumoke exploded again with another loud cry, as her orgasm ripped through her. Her walls clenched around my cock, squirting heavily onto the sheets, her pussy spasming and milking my cock in powerful waves while she sobbed and screamed through the orgasm.
The moment we finished, reality slammed back into me; the danger was there. Jumoke climbed down from the cutting table, walked to her bag, and pulled out a bunch of keys. “Let me go into the house and clean up,” she said.
She said she had collected the house key from Banke at the market and planned to spend the night there before returning to Amili the next morning.
As she walked away, new thoughts rushed in. How was I supposed to spend the entire night with Banke and pretend nothing had happened with Jumoke? The possibility of a threesome flickered through my mind, and my breath hitched, but then the smarter voice cut through.
This was the perfect window to flee. What if Banke returned with the truth from Amili? What if someone called Jumoke and told her everything? I had already fucked both sisters. I had the money. There was nothing left to gain.
Dayo, run. Now.
I did not wait to think twice. I adjusted my clothes, grabbed my backpack, and slipped out of the shop onto the empty road. Every few steps I glanced back over my shoulder like the biblical wife of Lot, praying Jumoke was still busy inside the house.
Only when I reached the end of the street and turned left did I allow myself to breathe.
I found a bike man and told him I needed to go to Iseyin. He hesitated immediately, complaining that the journey was long and the hour was already late. He suggested I go to the bus park and take the evening bus. That was too risky; Banke could be there, somewhere around the park. I left him and kept walking.
The next motorcyclist said the same thing. I met a couple of them, and they refused to travel that far because of the time.
I switched to Plan B. I asked one rider to list the towns I would pass on the way to Iseyin, in order of distance from Atele. He listed them eagerly: Ilepe, Ikare, Ireolu… I told him I needed to reach Iseyin first thing the following morning and therefore wanted to pass the night somewhere close.
He finally agreed to take me as far as Ikare. Ahhh… the moment the bike man mentioned Ikare, something clicked, but I couldn’t wrap my head around any connection with Ikare; the only thing I wanted to do at that moment was to go as far as possible away from Atele.
The bike man still complained about the distance and demanded a large sum, plus a percentage paid upfront. Money was no problem. What he asked for was nothing compared to what I had taken from Amili. I paid him everything at once, and we set off.
As the long ride began, I imagined Jumoke’s face when she returned to the empty shop. At first she would think I had only stepped out for something nearby. Later, when Banke returned, the two of them would stand there confused.
Would Jumoke keep silent about what we had just done on the cutting table? Would Banke tell her of our earlier session? Would Jumoke tell her sister Aduke that she had seen me in Atele and that we had fucked?
Back in Amili, the truth must already be settling in too. The celebrated thief-catcher was the real, bigger thief. Lekan would feel like a complete fool. So would everyone else who had bowed and smiled and pressed money into my hands.
We rode for a few minutes, and then the bike man finally pulled into a fuel station along the road just around the market. In the corner of the station, deep in conversation with another woman, stood Banke.
My blood froze! I buried my head instantly, turning my face away and clutching the backpack tighter against my chest. She was so absorbed in her discussion that she never looked in my direction. Still, every second felt like an hour.
The fuel attendant seemed to move in slow motion. Once, Banke raised her hands to describe something and almost turned fully around. My heart left my chest.
Finally, the tank was full. The bike engine roared, and we pulled away. The sigh of relief that left me was long and deep. The night road stretched ahead, dark and open. I held the bag of money tightly against my body, enough money to start life all over again. Enough to walk back onto campus as one of the biggest boys.
As we continued through the dark roads, the name Ikare kept ringing in my head until the memory finally unlocked. Teju! The girl I had met at an all-night music concert on the open field back in school. She had told me she was from Ikare.
That was the first time I ever heard the name of this town. No wonder we had bonded so easily that night. Teju was from this same region, where sex seemed almost casual, where the women carried a natural, open hunger. Every town I had passed through here proved it. Teju had been no different.
The memory rose clear and sharp. I hadn’t known her from Adam. I simply saw her dancing alone under the colourful lights at the concert, body moving freely to the heavy bass, and decided to join her.
At first it was innocent, two strangers matching rhythm, smiling, keeping a little space. The music was loud, the night was hot, and the crowd pressed everyone closer. Within minutes, the space between us disappeared.
Her soft ass began grinding freely against my crotch as we danced. I didn’t pull away. Neither did she. My hands slid up her sides, then higher, until I was cupping her full breasts through her top and squeezing.
She only pressed back harder. I grabbed her thick ass with both hands, pulling her tighter against the growing hardness in my trousers. She still didn’t complain. Instead, she arched into me.
I leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck from behind. She threw her head back against my shoulder, eyes half-closed, letting me taste her skin while her hips kept rolling in slow, filthy circles.
The dance had stopped being a dance. It was pure, public foreplay under the open sky, hidden only by the dense crowd and the darkness of the field.
Later I bought us cold drinks and suya. Teju held my hand and quietly led me to a grassy field not too far from the event centre. We found a quieter patch of grass away from the crowd and sat close, still warm from the dancing.
The night air was cool against our skin. Not even bothered about insects and dangerous crawling creatures. The grass was cold, damp with dew, and it tickled my bottom, but like I said earlier, I wasn’t bothered. The only thing that mattered to me at that moment was what I was going to do with the gorgeous creature with me.
That was when the conversation started. She told me her name was Teju and that she was from Ikare, a town in this same region.
Then Ikare sounded like any other town in the state; I never knew one day I would be heading there to hide.
We talked, laughed, ate, and kept stealing glances at each other’s mouths. We were still in the middle of talking about her department when Teju suddenly shifted.
She wrapped her hands around my neck and planted a wet kiss on my lips, she pulled my head to her breasts and stroking my hair gently. I ran my hand slowly up and down the soft skin of her waist and sides.
She shifted again; this time she knelt before me, offering herself to me. With one swift finger movement, I pulled her top; she had no bra underneath. I grabbed her soft breast like I was holding it from rolling off her chest.
I kissed the skin around her erect nipples, and then began gently sucking her tits. My hands grabbed her fat soft ass, she moaned into my ear as I continued to suck her nipples harder and faster.
Her free hand quickly unbuckled my belt, fingers moving fast around my zipper. She yanked my trousers open, and I eased myself up a little to enable her to pull down my jeans along with my briefs down to my knees.
My dick sprang out, hard and throbbing in anticipation. I moved my mouth away from her nipple and began kissing my way up to her neck.
Teju spat into her palms and reached out, wrapping both hands around my thick shaft, her touch both warm and electrifying.
She started to stroke me with aggressive, wet strokes. Up and down, fist tight, twisting slightly at the head. Each wet slide pulled more blood into my shaft until I was fully, painfully hard in her grip.
Teju leaned down and traced the tip of my length with her tongue, tasting my shaft as she teased the sensitive head with deliberate care. I let out a low moan of approval, unable to hide my reaction.
Slipping my hands gently behind her head, I guided her closer. She blew softly on the wet tip, sending a shiver through me, and then took me into her mouth in one slow, steady motion.
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