The sensation was mind-numbing. Each lick, each gentle pull of her lips, sent waves of pleasure through me. She paused at intervals to look up, locking eyes with me; those intense, knowing glances only deepened the experience.
Saliva glistened at the corners of her lips, trickling down to her mouth in a way that was both messy and beautiful. A part of me wanted to think straight and tell me I shouldn’t be doing this, but honestly I was far gone.
I started to thrust my hips upward, slowly fucking her mouth. Teju moaned like a slut and dug her fingernails into my buttocks. I reciprocated with a sharp hiss and sped up the movement of my hips, fucking her face.
My hands found her breasts again, and this time I tweaked her nipples, while still fucking her mouth relentlessly. She choked, her eyes teary as I held on to a large chunk of her hair, pushing and pulling her head up and down as I drove my dick wild into her mouth.
“Climb on me…. Please climb on me,” I begged her, urging her to get on me and ride me to stupor.
Teju obliged, and immediately withdrew her mouth from my cock. She stood, dragged her pants off and straddled me, lowering herself down slowly on my lap. She pulled her panties to the side and then held on to my cock with her slippery clenched fist, the head of my cock positioned against her entrance.
I could feel the moisture of her pussy as she gently brushed the mouth of her pussy against the tip of my hard cock, then she sank slowly, taking me inch by inch.
A low moan escaped both of us as her wet, tight pussy swallowed every inch. I hugged her tight as I felt her hot pussy sliding down over me, then slowly engulfed. Her pussy was hot, tight, and already slick.
A soft, controlled breath escaped her as she settled fully, burying me to the root.
I found my face in her cleavage as I inhaled her vanilla-scented tits, my hands instinctively going to her ass, feeling the soft flesh around there. Teju began to move; at first it was slow, testing, rolling her hips in deep circles, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her breasts flapped with each slow back and forth movement, her nipples hard and taut.
I reached up, cupping them in my hands, marvelling at their beauty. Squeezing and massaged them as she moved above me.
She moaned, her head falling back “You like it?” Teju teased, her voice laced with desire.
I couldn’t speak, could only nod as I lost myself in the sensation of her body moving against mine, kissing her under her chin. I gripped her hips, guiding her movements. Within seconds, the spring in her thick ass took over.
Teju switched to stronger bounces, bouncing hard and fast as she increased her pace. Her thick thighs flexed as she rose almost all the way off my cock before dropping back down, swallowing me whole each time, her pussy clenching around me in tight waves.
Her heavy breasts flew freely with every impact, bouncing and clapping against my chest as she rode me without restraint under the open night sky. She leaned down and licked my face as she bounced herself faster.
I smiled; my hands moved to her bum and squeezed her cheeks, fingers digging into her soft flesh, holding her in place as I began to thrust into her with abandon, pulling her to sit hard in my lap whenever she came down.
The angle was perfect, hitting a spot inside her that had her crying out in pleasure.
My cock filled her with each thrust as she bounced on me. “Oh, Mummy mi o,” Teju gasped, her body trembling, rising and falling on mine.
The grass was cool beneath us, the music still thumping in the distance, and thousands of people were only a short walk away, yet she showed no fear, no hesitation.
The sensation of her wet pussy overwhelmed me. I gripped her waist and met her thrusts from below, but Teju was in full control. She fucked the hell out of me, using my cock like it belonged to her.
The wet, slapping sound of her pussy taking me over and over mixed with her loud, unrestrained moans. Her ass cheeks clapped against my thighs with every downward stroke. Sweat began to shine on her skin under the distant stage lights.
Teju threw her head back, moaning loudly, her pussy spamming around my cock. My hands gripped her sides, my fingers digging into her flesh; I guided her movements, still thrusting upwards, meeting her with every downward movement.
She opened her mouth, but no sound escaped, her tits bouncing with every bounce of her hips as she fucked my cock, smacking my face with her glorious bosom.
She leaned forward, hands on my chest, and bounced even harder, almost violently—her breasts swinging and smacking against my face. I tried to suck one nipple into my mouth, but it was almost impossible because she kept riding me like a woman possessed. Her pussy clenched tighter and tighter around me.
She started to tremble, her rhythm turning frantic. I felt my own climax building fast. With a final series of hard, deep bounces, Teju screamed something I couldn’t grasp, she came hard, crying out as her walls pulsed and squeezed me.
Her body convulsing as waves of pleasure ran through her,
The intense contractions pulled me over the edge with her. I grabbed her hips and thrust up hard, my own orgasm tearing through me as I filled her, flooding her with thick pulses while she continued to grind through both our orgasms.
Then she collapsed against me, her forehead resting on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we basked in the aftermath of our passion.
The field was quiet; the only sound was that of our ragged breathing and the distant music of the concert. We stayed locked together for a long moment, panting, her body still twitching on top of mine.
“Jeeezz…. That was fantastic,” she whispered, her voice soft
I smiled, kissing the top of her head. “It was,” I agreed.
Teju pulled back, and my limp cock slipped from her pussy, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that took my breath away, her lips curving into a smile.
For a moment, the world seemed to pause, the laughter of a group of people nearby faded, and even the breeze felt still. I just stared at her, caught between surprise and something deeper I couldn’t yet place.
I smiled as the motorcycle continued through the night toward Ikare. That encounter with Teju had always left me perplexed. One of those strange one-night stands that made the female gender unpredictable because after we finished, she told me she wanted to get water from one of the sales stands and asked me to wait.
When she didn’t return, I went looking, but how was I supposed to find one girl among over five thousand people on a dark, sprawling field? I stayed there until morning, waiting for her. That was the last I saw or heard of her for a long time.
I even went to the department she claimed to belong to, describing her, asking around. Nobody knew her. It turned out she had given me a false department. Probably a fake name too. Just a one-night adventure for her.
About five months later, I saw Teju again during a seminar. She was standing near the door of the hall. Even though the concert night had been dark, I still recognised the face of the woman I had fucked.
I approached her and told her I had been searching for her. Teju acted perfectly like she had never met me in her life. When I mentioned the concert, I saw the tiny twitch in her eyes; she remembered that wild night, but she insisted I had mistaken her for someone else and walked away quickly. There was nothing I could do. I let her go.
So Teju was from this region. No wonder. That might have been the only true thing she ever told me. I had already experienced the openly horny nature of the women from this side of the state.
What if I met her again in Ikare? It didn’t seem likely… but never say never. The universe had a strange way of bringing people back together.
Or maybe, when I returned to school with all the money I had made, she would find her way back to me on her own. I held the backpack tighter and watched the dark road ahead.
By the time the bike man rolled into Ikare, it was almost eight o’clock. I tipped him generously and waited until his motorcycle disappeared down the dark street, wondering if he would even find a passenger for the long return trip to Atele that night.
Even if he didn’t, I had paid him more than enough to cover an empty ride back.
I asked around for a hotel where I could pass the night. The way the woman at a small local bar stared at me when I said the word “hotel” made it feel as though I had asked for something forbidden.
Eventually an old man directed me to a one-storey building tucked away on a dusty, quiet street. He called it the only decent hotel in the area. I almost laughed. I wondered what he would call a real five-star hotel in the city if he ever saw one.
When I stepped inside, the place was no different from the guesthouse in Amili, perhaps even older. The interior looked like it belonged in a history book.
Yet the short, round receptionist girl told me with proud alacrity that I was very lucky: they had just one room left and were almost fully booked. The confidence in her voice was almost impressive.
The room itself confirmed every suspicion. Everything looked as though it had spent decades in the same spot. The bed was soft from years of heavy use, the kind of mattress that belonged in a museum.
The ceiling fan rattled and groaned loudly enough to wake people in the next room. Still, it was only for one night. Tomorrow I would be gone. I forced myself to settle in.
My stomach growled the moment the door closed. I hadn’t eaten a proper meal all day, only snacks and the soft drink Banke had bought me. My body was weak and tired. I had been fucking almost nonstop since I arrived in Amili.
I refused to sleep on an empty stomach. I stepped back out with my backpack; I didn’t trust the old wooden door to secure the room. I got to the fat short lady at the reception and asked her if I could get any food around.
She pointed to an open doorway across the lobby and said the restaurant was there. One look at the rest of the hotel already told me what to expect from the food.
The restaurant looked more like a secondary-school classroom than an eatery. Rows of plain chairs and desks under harsh fluorescent light. Two men sat on one side, eating and talking loudly. On the other side, a young man and a lady shared a quiet meal.
I walked in and chose a seat near the two men. I wasn’t particularly worried about being recognised. Ikare was hours away from both Amili and Atele. I relaxed further when I realised they were only discussing business.
It felt good simply to feel human again, far from the chaos I had left behind. I set the heavy backpack carefully between my feet and waited for someone to take my order, the weight of the money and the long day pressing down on me at the same time.
Then a lady appeared from what looked like the kitchen.
She looked like she had been carefully sculpted somewhere far above the earth. Incredibly fine features grew clearer with every step she took toward the tables: a small pointed nose, full lips, narrow eyes, a slim waist that flared into wide, generous hips that swayed with deliberate, hypnotic rhythm.
I had seen many beautiful women, but this one did not look like she belonged in an ordinary town.
One of the men called out and teased her about her beauty while requesting extra fufu. When she finally reached my table, I managed to stammer out my order; I told her I wanted something solid and filling. I had not eaten a proper meal since Aduke’s canteen. She smiled gracefully, turned, and walked away.
That was when I saw it, the familiar, oversized ball of flesh that seemed to define this entire region. Two gigantic, perfectly round buttocks rolled inside her short knickers as though they had a life of their own. I stared too long.
By the time I forced my eyes away, both men were already watching me and grinning. They burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter. Even the couple on the other side of the room were smiling.
“It will cost you small money,” one of them teased.
“And she will handle you very well,” the second added between laughs.
I didn’t take them seriously. I didn’t yet understand what they meant. A short while later, the same lady returned and came straight to my table. She apologised that the food would take a little longer. I told her it was no problem; I was lodged in one of the rooms.
Her eyes widened slightly. “Thank God,” she said. “It’s better that way. I can bring it over to your room if you want.”
Written by Tito
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