He might even kick her out onto the street. Her plan to end him up in prison would still work, but she’d already be homeless and helpless by then. She’d still get her revenge, but it wouldn’t be as sweet.

So she wanted to make sure Debayo had no clue about her reproductive status until it was confirmed and he was locked up, at least locked up and awaiting trial.

Then she could destroy the man who had hurt her and molested those girls.

It was hard to be apart from Bobby.

That seemed like nothing, compared to waiting for the next seven days before she could take a test.

One irony of the whole situation was that Bobby, the younger partner, actually had it easier than Princess did. Aside from the obvious pregnancy component of things, it was easier for him to be apart from Princess than it was for her. This had a basis in several things. When you don’t know what you’re missing, you don’t miss it as much. He knew a little of what he was missing, but her breadth of experience with relationships eclipsed his significantly. Princess really understood what was being withheld from her. He did not.

Another aspect of this was that it was easy for Bobby to lie in bed, now knowing there wouldn’t be any twenty-six day dry spells, and take his mind to the memory of one of their trysts. When he did so, he could ejaculate within a minute or two, three at the most. It wasn’t as good as being with her, but it gave him immediate relief. For Princess, masturbation was an extended process that often took twenty or thirty minutes. If one is tired from a long day, being a guy makes it easy to bust a nut. For the woman, it may be more than she’s willing to take on. This can lead to a constant level of frustration for the woman that the man doesn’t experience.

Yet another aspect of this is to use the analogy of eating cake. If someone has never been exposed to pastries, and is served, say, angel food cake, it will no doubt be delightful. That person will crave eating cake again. That was Bobby.

Princess, the person who introduced Bobby to cake, knew about all the other pastries out there that represent emotional fulfillment, vulnerable intimacy, true love, and all the other things that make a sexual relationship precious and important. She knew about the bonds that two spirits can have. She felt the tenuous filaments that were drawing her soul to Bobby’s. She just knew more about relationships, both good and bad, than Bobby did.

She wanted to be able to serve him chocolate cake, and pineapple upside down cake, and lemon cake etc. Bobby didn’t really know they even existed.



When he parked and got out of his car, Princess had the same reaction she had the last time they had met like this. Her heart pounded and she felt waves of emotion wash through her. When he got in and looked at her, he looked like any other teenage boy. She felt a rush of affection for him, and his ready smile made her feel stronger.

“Well?” he said, eagerness plain in his voice.

“You have to have a measured reaction to the news,” she said, firmly. “You can’t draw attention to us.”

“I won’t,” he said. His eyes widened. “Does that mean you are?”

We chatted, and whispered about every manner of things, what we wanted to go shopping for, where we might want to go on our next free day, what we might want to happen...when we could next be alone.

After two hours straight of repairing file punch holes, my fingers were raw from peeling stickers and disassembling and reassembling files. I leaned back in my computer chair and closed my eyes, arms above my head, letting my arms rest for a minute before going back to work.

Suddenly I felt a finger in my armpit and this sent me flailing as that was one of my most ticklish spots. I was able to twist fast enough to get her hand out of my armpit and looked around with revenge on my mind.

I quickly jabbed out and got my hand on her sides, I knew her sides were incredibly sensitive and ticklish. I started to flail my fingers causing her to jolt and flail, but I had her by both sides now, she was shouting and laughing unable to breathe.

Suddenly we heard Popsie yell out chastising us that this was a business and we needed to keep our voices at appropriate levels.

Knowing better than to bite the hand that feeds us. Literally, we quieted down and went back to work.

Another hour gone by and it was Her turn to take a break “My hands are kiiilllling me,” she lamented.

“Well…..just make sure they aren't too sore...I may have use for them later” I retorted with a grin.

She looked over. “Oh really...and what could you possibly want with my hands.” Her smile told me she knew exactly what I meant.

I turned and spread my legs, leaning back, letting my short legs ride up my thighs a little. “It's something that lives between these two legs, and has a mind of its own”

She giggled softly. She leaned forward and placed her hand on my leg. I was able to look out the window and see that no one was near enough to notice anything.

I felt her fingers start to walk up my thigh, sliding under my shorts. Inching ever closer to my hardening cock, her fingertips struck gold. Feeling her fingers trace the outline of my cock outside of my boxers brought a soft moan to my lips.

My heart was beating loud enough to be heard down the block I figured, I kept an eye out the window as Elizabeth continued to stroke her fingertips up and down my shaft, feeling it grow down my boxers.

Her fingers disappeared and I looked down to watch her hand shift slightly and suddenly her fingers were reaching under the leg of my boxers. Her warm skin came into contact with the throbbing shaft of my cock, I could feel her thumb rub the precum that was forming around the head as she teased me. I was aching to groan loudly.

I could feel her body start to relax and suddenly her arm twitched on me. It was clear she had fallen asleep. I pulled her tighter to me and let sleep take over my mind…….So close….I knew I wanted to be fully inside of her….

I awoke to the sunlight coming through the shades. I was surprised to find Elizabeth still in my arms. I could feel the combination of our fluids had caused my groin to be sticky and I reached down softly playing with my cock, I brought my finger up to my mouth and sucked the combination off my fingertips.

Elizabeth was softly breathing against me, her naked body pressed up against me, feeling her breasts pressed against me, it was less sexual energy, and more emotional intimacy. I couldn't help myself, these feelings were new, something I had not felt before. I kissed her forehead.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, my Uncle yelled “Time to get up, lazybones! Daddy will be here soon.”

Elizabeth woke up with a start and I put my fingertips to her mouth to quiet her. I called out “Ok, I will wake Elizabeth and we will get our stuff together!”

I heard his footsteps moving away and took my fingers away from Elizabeth’s mouth. She started to laugh quietly, though we both realized we were lucky he didn't come in.

Elizabeth looked up at me from my shoulder, she reached up and kissed me. I could tell she was deciding whether to say something or not so I asked what was on her mind.

“We…..can’t do that again.” My heart sank to the ground. She must have seen the blood drain from my face and my heart aching because she continued, “What I mean is….you came inside of me last night….I have no protection from getting pregnant. I have had my period for a while now so I can get pregnant...and let's be honest….not going to be easy to explain that. So we can continue playing, but you cannot ejaculate inside me again.”

I was torn, I was excited that the play could continue but I questioned whether I would be able to feel that warmth envelope me again.

This controlled the majority of my thought as I finished packing up my stuff. We dressed quickly and grabbed our bags and headed out to the car port where Popsie had pulled up. Elizabeth smiled at me and I smiled back. What would the next few weeks bring?

Driving along towards popsie’ work, we could see the results of the monsoons, the limited green was much greener, cacti had flowered, more animals were out.

We were being put to work today, as it turns out Popsie’s business needed some monotonous work done with filing, putting little sticker rings on punch holes for files and making sure new charts were ready. Popsie owned and operated a medical laboratory business and we got the pleasure of doing some free labor in exchange for spending money and the freedom to roam.

We arrived and were quickly shuffled off to the back office which had a window overlooking the main floor space where exercises and consultations were done.

Our jobs were explained to us and we quickly got to work on the piles of charts that needed “repair” and the other mountainous piles of papers that needed to be assembled into new charts for new consults.

It was mind numbing work and all we had for entertainment was a one speaker radio with local stations which mostly consisted of radio hosts and lots of indigenous music. We finally located a station that was playing some of the recent top 100 songs.

We chatted, and whispered about every manner of things, what we wanted to go shopping for, where we might want to go on our next free day, what we might want to happen...when we could next be alone.

One reason Bobby had trouble with Oral English in college was because he hadn’t taken Mister Kadri’s class in high school. Basically, Mister Kadri covered briefly what the college course went into in detail. When he took Social Media Technologyerature, it was in Mrs. Yusuf’s class and it didn’t center on grammar skills.

She ate lunch with Bayo, in his office, and all she could think about were the two tampons in her purse. She’d needed neither of them. She was excited about that, and stayed bubbly all afternoon.

She had no idea that this emotional state, which was closer to normal for her than she’d had since she found out Bayo was a pervert, was exactly the thing that drew the attention of boys and made them dream. Her smile, the bounce in her step, and her confident, happy demeanor made her sexy. It had to Bobby, years earlier, and it did to other boys now.

She was even more excited when the tampons were still in her purse when she got home. The only arrow fired into her attitude was that Bayo had told her he had to stay late, that night.

Between classes, when a minor scuffle broke out in hallway D, and she knew Bayo would be notified and respond to do his own investigation, she slipped into his office, replaced the memory card and changed the batteries in the nanny cam.

When she got home, she wanted to go out and celebrate. She wanted to call Bobby and tell him she hadn’t used a tampon. She knew, though, that she was getting ahead of the game. The time to be elated would be five or six days from now, when those tampons still hadn’t been used.

She sat down at her laptop and, for the first time in her life, researched pregnancy, pregnancy testing, and what each trimester of a pregnancy was all about. She learned that, if she really did have Bobby’s fetus in her womb, she needed to wait another week before she did a home pregnancy test. If that was positive, she could go see a doctor.

Like many young people, Princess wasn’t the regular patient of an internal medicine doctor. She had an obstetrician/gynaecologist, who she saw once a year. That was who she planned to go to if the kit she bought and used was positive.

After the flurry of meetings they had while they copied Bayo’s financial documents, Princess had again decided to try to minimize her contact with her lover. It had become more important to her that they not get caught. In the beginning, her attitude was, “ Let Bayo catch us! Let him find Bobby Alashe in his bed, on top of his wife!

Let him have a heart attack as he realizes who is banging his trophy woman!” Now, though, she knew Bayo would strike instantly. He would expose her as a cheating bitch and ruin her reputation. He’d make sure she never worked in this school district again. He might even kick her out onto the street. Her plan to end him up in prison would still work, but she’d already be homeless and helpless by then. She’d still get her revenge, but it wouldn’t be as sweet.

One reason Bobby had trouble with Oral English in college was because he hadn’t taken Mister Kadri’s class in high school. Basically, Mister Kadri covered briefly what the college course went into in detail. When he took Social Media Technologyerature, it was in Mrs. Yusuf’s class and it didn’t center on grammar skills.

She ate lunch with Bayo, in his office, and all she could think about were the two tampons in her purse. She’d needed neither of them. She was excited about that, and stayed bubbly all afternoon.

She had no idea that this emotional state, which was closer to normal for her than she’d had since she found out Bayo was a pervert, was exactly the thing that drew the attention of boys and made them dream. Her smile, the bounce in her step, and her confident, happy demeanor made her sexy. It had to Bobby, years earlier, and it did to other boys now.

She was even more excited when the tampons were still in her purse when she got home. The only arrow fired into her attitude was that Bayo had told her he had to stay late, that night.

Between classes, when a minor scuffle broke out in hallway D, and she knew Bayo would be notified and respond to do his own investigation, she slipped into his office, replaced the memory card and changed the batteries in the nanny cam.

When she got home, she wanted to go out and celebrate. She wanted to call Bobby and tell him she hadn’t used a tampon. She knew, though, that she was getting ahead of the game. The time to be elated would be five or six days from now, when those tampons still hadn’t been used.

She sat down at her laptop and, for the first time in her life, researched pregnancy, pregnancy testing, and what each trimester of a pregnancy was all about. She learned that, if she really did have Bobby’s fetus in her womb, she needed to wait another week before she did a home pregnancy test. If that was positive, she could go see a doctor.

Like many young people, Princess wasn’t the regular patient of an internal medicine doctor. She had an obstetrician/gynaecologist, who she saw once a year. That was who she planned to go to if the kit she bought and used was positive.

After the flurry of meetings they had while they copied Bayo’s financial documents, Princess had again decided to try to minimize her contact with her lover. It had become more important to her that they not get caught. In the beginning, her attitude was, “ Let Bayo catch us! Let him find Bobby Alashe in his bed, on top of his wife!

Let him have a heart attack as he realizes who is banging his trophy woman!” Now, though, she knew Bayo would strike instantly. He would expose her as a cheating bitch and ruin her reputation. He’d make sure she never worked in this school district again.

He might even kick her out onto the street. Her plan to end him up in prison would still work, but she’d already be homeless and helpless by then. She’d still get her revenge, but it wouldn’t be as sweet.

My cock rubbing up and down against her clit. Watching her boobs sway and jiggle was a site to behold. Her nipples poking out, I leaned down and sucked one in as I thrust, dragging back I could feel my cock start to go down almost towards entering her, but she shifted her hips and I thrust again and came back up, the head of my cock splitting her pussy lips and coming into direct contact with her clit making her groan out.

I came back up and put my lips against hers letting our tongues dance with each other. The momentum building as our groins ground together. Our juices continued to mix. She pushed me away and got a devious grin. She grabbed my hips and flipped me back over. She settled and made sure I was stuck between her pussy lips again and continued thrusting up and down on me.

I could feel my orgasm coming up and I could only hope she was getting close as well. I started to thrust against her, increasing the friction. She leaned down pressing her breasts against me and stopped thrusting, soft kisses were exchanged. I could feel my cock pulsing and could feel her heat enveloping me, her juices dripping down my body and down my balls.

Elizabeth took her mouth off of mine and buried her head in my shoulder. “I feel so close to you, this feels so good” She whispered. She slowly built up the thrusting against me.

“I cannot tell you how amazing this is, I have never felt anything like this,” I whispered back.

Our motions became faster, slipping higher and lower. I felt her slide just slightly too far up and suddenly I felt her pussy lips envelope my cock head. She noticed right away but it was beyond her control, as right then she tipped over the edge and I could feel her pussy convulsing around my cock head. I was only a half an inch in but the warmth surrounding me was beyond belief. I lost all control and my orgasm overtook me.

I felt my cock swell and the first rope of cum ejaculate up the shaft of my cock as my head was inside of her and felt it coat her insides, instantly she became more slippery and I could tell she felt it as she moaned with my cock swelling inside of her. She pulled up as she felt my cum ejaculating into her and caused the rest to ejaculate over her pussy lips and up between us. I held her against me as she moaned into my shoulder and as I came down from my shudders and shakes from my sky-high orgasm.

We lay this way for a while, I could feel her juices still coating my cock, my cum was sticking us together. Elizabeth lifted her leg and slid to my side. The exhaustion started to over-take me after all the days exertions added to the night's activities. I could feel Her body start to relax and suddenly her arm twitched on me. It was clear she had fallen asleep. I pulled her tighter to me and let sleep take over my mind…….So close….I knew I wanted to be fully inside of her….

He would tarry with his plan to start something on his own. He had hardly entered his office and settled down when a call came in.

‘Is that Mr. Tope Davies?’ the caller wanted to know.

‘Yes. Who’s on the line, please?’

‘I’m Azzez Issa, Chief Press Secretary to Her Excellency, the first lady. Your publisher gave me your number. Her Excellency was impressed with the articles and expose you did on child prostitution and she would like you to work for her N.G.O as Program Officer. Send me your account name and number so that I’ll send some morning to you that you’ll use fir flight. You’ll be starting the job from Monday, as you’re expected by eight in the morning. When you get to the villa, tell them you have appointment with Azzez Issa, in the Office of the First Lady. In case of any difficulty, this is my number. Call me.’

Tope grinned to himself. ‘Thank you, sir. Thank you very much. I’ll send the account details promptly.’
‘Alright.’
He whistled to himself again. Things were certainly going at fast pace. Within the last 18 hours, he had experienced a lot. He wondered if it was coincidence that the Abuja job offer was coming now, or it was part of the fortune Iye said she would give him. His doubts were cleared with the next call he received. Iye was on the line.
‘Congratulations for your Abuja job,’ she said. He was stupefied.
‘How did you know?’ he asked.
‘How will I not know?’
‘I was about to tell you.’ Now, he was certain she brought the luck to him. ‘Thank you for everything, Iye. You’re too much.’
‘It’s okay. I hope you won’t forget Rita.’
‘Forget? Lailai. I’m going to marry her. I’m going to do anything you ask me to do.’
‘Alright.’
‘Thank you, Iye. Thank you very much.’
‘Okay, bye.’
How would he forget about Rita? He was ready to marry her, even right now! He remembered he was expected to send his account details to the man that called from Abuja. This, he promptly did. Then, he went to meet his editor and explained the Abuja connection to him.
Chucks expressed surprise and delight. He congratulated Tope and told him to ‘remember Lagos boys.’ Tope left his office and drove to Ikeja. At a popular shopping mall, he bought about a dozen of shirts, four pairs of trousers, two pairs of shoes and some boxers for himself. He had carefully selected the quality shirts he bought.
After that, he drove to an eatery and bought two packs of food. Thereafter, he drove back home. He checked to see if Rita’s number he stored was on in the phone. It was. He called her.
‘Hello, Rita. How’re you?’
‘I’m fine. Who’s on the line, please?’
‘This is the man that took you to his Ogba home some days ago. I …’
‘I’m sorry, I don’t do that kind of business again,’ she said.
He was surprised. ‘Really? That’s good. But we’ve got to meet. I want to see you.’
‘I said I don’t do call-girl business again.’
‘I know. I’ve heard you. But I need to see you for something else. I don’t mind coming to that joint to see you.’
‘I don’t go to the joint again.’
‘Can you please come to my house? Do you still remember the place? I’ll compensate you for your time.’
She appeared to mull over this. ‘Alright, I’ll come to your house this evening about four o’clock. But I’ll not be staying long.’
‘Good. I’ll be expecting you.’
It was few minutes after four o’clock when she knocked on the door to his apartment.
‘Oh, dear Rita. You’re welcome,’ he gushed.

She was decently dressed today in skirt and blouse. She even looked prettier.

‘Please, sit down,’ he urged. She sat down calmly.

‘You said you wanted to see me,’ she said.

‘Yes, but what can I offer you, first? What d’you want?’

‘Maybe, we should go straight to the main issue, first. I don’t really have much time.’
‘Alright.’ He came to sit opposite her and stared into her eyes. Then, he went on his knees. ‘Rita, will you marry me?’

We snuck our way into our room and closed the door.
















CHAPTER SIX

Elizabeth stood in front of me and grabbed my shorts and yanked them to the floor. I stepped out and she pushed me back onto my bed. I fell and twisted to lay down. She quickly climbed on top of me and leaned down and kissed me deeply.

Her wet shorts clung to her skin and my cock nestled between her legs. I could feel how hot her pussy was even through the wet clothing. My hands reached down and hooked inside of her shorts, I pulled down feeling them start to slide down her hips.

She pushed up and lifted her hips. She shimmied the rest of the way out of her shorts and put her legs on either side of my hips.

Her arms on either side of my head, her breasts were hanging just inches from my face. I leaned up and sucked on her nipple. I could feel her ass on me and feel the heat from her pussy emanating on my shaft.

She moved up so that my cock was pinned between my stomach and her pussy. She leaned down and started to kiss me deep, grinding her pussy against me. I could feel her wetness spreading across my cock. Her breasts pressed against me, hard nipples pushing hard against my skin.

Finally, being fully naked with Elizabeth laying on top of me I couldn’t have asked for anything more. As my cock became soaked in her juices her sliding got longer and longer. I could feel the head of my cock rubbing over her clit and then down to just above the entrance, right where I wanted to be at that moment.

Then she would slide back up and grind her clit on the head of my cock. I could feel the pre-cum leaking out of my cock mixing with her juices, the mixture was dripping down my shaft and across my ass, hearing the wet sounds our privates made together and her moans were getting louder. I was using my mouth to silence her.

She was jolting on top of me and I wanted to take control of this. I pulled her down to me and used my momentum to roll us over. Suddenly she was looking up at me, my body between her legs. She spread her legs wide. I reached down and lined my cock up against her slit. I slowly started to thrust. Feeling her juices coat me, soaking me. My cock rubbing up and down against her clit. Watching her boobs sway and jiggle was a site to behold. Her nipples poking out,

I leaned down and sucked one in as I thrust, dragging back I could feel my cock start to go down almost towards entering her, but she shifted her hips and I thrust again and came back up, the head of my cock splitting her pussy lips and coming into direct contact with her clit making her groan out.

There was a light breeze coming down the wash and it brought with it the smell of nature.

We sat there for what seemed like forever enjoying the silence and then Elizabeth stood up, turned to face me. She got on her knees and straddled my lap. Arms around my neck she looked into my eyes.

“I don't know what has happened, but I can’t help myself. I love kissing you, I love when we experiment, and I love feeling new things with you.”

She leaned in and I felt her lips touch mine. My arms wrapped around her and pulled her body against me. I felt her breasts press against my body. Her legs scooted closer to me. We sat quietly kissing repeatedly, our tongues dancing together. The feeling of her body against me started to send blood to my cock, my hands were dancing up and down her back, my finger-tips grazed the bottom of her shirt and tucked under, upon this Elizabeth leaned back and gave a naughty smirk.

She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. I was surprised to see she was not wearing a normal bra as it was built into the tank top and her bare breasts fell out in front of me, she leaned in again and I felt her nipples press into my chest.

My hands roamed across her bare back, working to the sides, my fingers reaching between us to rub across her nipples. I felt the skin pucker under my fingers, Elizabeth sucked in her breath and leaned her head back, sitting up higher on her knees as she straddled me giving me better access to her breasts.

The silhouette of her body in the dark against the night sky was something to behold. I could see her breasts rounding out from her sides, I could just make out her nipples hard and inviting. Her body was arched back and she was looking up at the sky. Instinct and desire overtook me.

I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples between my lips, my tongue instantly flicking across it. Her whole body convulsed and she shouted out, enough where she instantly opened her eyes and stared at the house making sure we were safe.

During that time, I switched to her other nipple and sucked it into my mouth. My hand worked on the other. The taste of her skin was sweet, the smell of body wash and chlorine intermingled.

Elizabeth pulled me away and came down and started kissing me deeply again.

I felt her start to grind her pussy against my ever-hardening cock.

Our tongues continued to mingle as she ground harder and harder against me.

Her breathing was ragged, I felt her hips thrusting, I could feel the heat of her pussy against my shaft even through our clothes. I ran my hands down her sides and hooked into her shorts. She shook her head no. I was confused but continued to kiss her deeply.

My cock was rock hard between us, I started to thrust up against her pussy bringing my hands down to her hips and pulling her against me as I thrust. Her moans were growing with each push.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder as I continued to push into her, I could feel I was hitting the right spots as she mewed and moaned into my ear. “You are making me so wet,” she whispered in my ear. “My whole body is tingling” she continued.

Suddenly she stood up and took my hand.

We grabbed our clothes and quietly snuck into the house, her still topless with her boobs jiggling and swaying as we snuck in. The cold air of the central air causing her nipples to get even harder. We snuck our way into our room and closed the door.

The line was cut off.
‘Yes, yes, I’m rich!’ he told himself. He would still have to dress up and go to the office. He would have to drop his letter of resignation. Before leaving, he put two bundles of the one thousand naira notes in his bag. He would need to buy some wears and upgrade his wardrobe. Henceforth, level had changed and it would reflect in his lifestyle. As he made for his car, he decided he would have to sell it off and buy a better model.
By few minutes to eight that morning, he was in the cubicle office he shared with four colleagues. He started writing the letter of resignation. Utomi, one of the administrative assistants came to meet him.
‘Oga wants to see you,’ Utomi said.
‘Which oga?’
‘Chief,’ Utomi replied simply.
He was referring to Chief Doradodo, the publisher of HotNews. Now, that must be important. Chief Doradodo would only send for you when the matter was exigent. Tope suspended the letter he was writing and went to the first floor to meet the man.
From the anteroom of the publisher’s office, Tope was directed to meet Chief Alfred Doradodo. He was an ebullient man who had connections with the high and the mighty in the society. He was always on the move, nationally and internationally.
‘Ha, Tope Davies, good to see you,’ Doradodo said. He extended his hands for a handshake. Tope took it with a slight bow.
‘Sit down, please.’ Doradodo offered him a seat.
Tope thanked his boss and sat down.
‘I must say you’re a lucky chap,’ Doradodo said. ‘Just a few minutes ago, I received a call from the Chief press secretary to Her Excellency, the First Lady. The C.P.S informed that the first lady had seen your documentary on child prostitution and was very impressed.’
Tope’s face lit up in excitement. ‘Oh, thank God for that,’ he said.
‘Yes. Now, the First Lady is asking that you come and join her N.G.O as Programme Officer.’
Tope could not believe his ears. ‘Really?’
‘Yes. The Press secretary has requested that I send him your number. He will then call you. Congratulations for your efforts and congratulations that you’ll be joining them at the Presidency.’ Once again, Doradodo extended his hand for a handshake.
Tope took it excitedly. The news was a pleasant surprise. ‘Thank you, sir,’ he said. ‘Let me write my number for you, sir.’
He was given a jotter and he wrote his numbers down. As he returned to his cubicle office, Tope decided that there was no need he rushed to be his own boss. Working for the N.G.O would be a very worthwhile experience. He would tarry with his plan to start something on his own. He had hardly entered his office and settled down when a call came in.

I was a young guy smitten with my cousin but she was a beautiful woman in my eyes.

My uncle paid the cab and we woke Elizabeth. The ride home was quiet. As we got home, the adults decided to head to bed. We cousins all decided to go and sit in the hot tub and relax our sore muscles.

I just wore my shorts I had on and jumped straight in. Elizabeth followed suit in her running shorts and tank top.

Lola and Bimbo came running out in their suits. The sun was just starting to set and we all chatted about relationships and schools and trips.

The bubbles felt great and the heat soothed my sore muscles. Elizabeth was in a reclining seat in the hot tub and had her feet up near my leg. I pulled them up into my lap and started to rub them with my thumbs. Her eyes closed and things got quiet. Elizabeth flexed her feet in my lap as I rubbed out the soreness from the day's adventures.

Lola suggested we should all go to bed. Bimbo agreed but Elizabeth and I looked at each other and said we were going to stay out a little longer.

They told us to shut off the lights and the bubbles before we came in.

We sat listening to the bubbles and the hum of the jets. The house backed up to a wash and we could hear birds in the darkness whistling and making sounds.

The lights in the house went out, we turned off the pool lights and sat in the dark. Elizabeth reached over and turned off the jets so all that was left was the sounds of nature.

Elizabeth sat up and leaned up against me, my seat looked out over the wash and across to another road full of houses, but up to the right slightly was the looming darkness of the night. There was a light breeze coming down the wash and it brought with it the smell of nature.

The lady at the center slowly approached him. She had a small calabash with a cover with her. As she moved closer, he closed his eyes for he was too terrified to look into her eyes. She was with him now. He could feel her hand on his private organ. The hand was caressing the place. Despite his state of fright, he had erection. The hand gripped the manhood and in a jiffy, he released semen. That was the last thing he remembered.

When he woke up, he found himself on the bed. He remembered he had encountered the three strange ladies, and of them had taken his ‘seeds.’ And he went blank. How did he get to the bed? Then, he had been naked. How come he was now fully clothed in what he was wearing earlier? His phone was on the stool by the side of the bed. He checked the time and was amazed that it was five-thirty in the morning.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember some things. He had completed his tests and was now awaiting the coming of the promised wealth and fortune. He hoped all these would start manifesting in no distant time. His mind went to Rita. Alright, henceforth, he would call her Iye. This lady was indeed mysterious. He would have wished to marry her, but with wealth and fame on his side, he could always get other beautiful ladies at his beck and call.

He thought of the second Rita, now to be called Rita. She looked like a good girl, but what would a ‘good girl’ be doing with call girl business? Rita was pretty, but marrying her could be a problem. She was much younger to him – younger by, perhaps, up to fifteen years.
What if Rita rejected his marriage proposal? Anyway, first thing first.

After lying for another twenty minutes, he decided to get up from bed. He went to the bathroom and had his bath. After creaming his body, he opened his wardrobe to remove the shirt and trousers he would be wearing to office. He saw a big Ghana-must-go bag inside. He stopped short as he gazed at the bag. Surely, he had not put any such bag in his wardrobe. It looked like it was filled up. Carefully, his hands went to the zip and he moved it to open the big bag.

The sight he saw threw him into a shock and he literarily staggered back. Inside the bag were bales of naira notes! How did these get there? Then, he remembered the promise of wealth and the visit of the three ladies. This was the result. He could hardly believe his eyes. He went to the bag again and brought out one of the notes. They looked and smelt new. He knew the money would run into several millions of naira. Amazing, this was amazing!

In excitement, he jumped up and laughed. Wow, wow wow! He said. This was one of the things he was waiting for. This was one of the reasons he had subjected himself to the grueling tests. He had already sown and the harvest time was just beginning. For the next ten minutes, he could do nothing but stare at the bag. Iye was real, he told himself. That lady was real. Now he had seen and confirmed it. He decided that henceforth he would believe her and he would do whatever she asked him to do.

So, what was the next thing, now? He decided he would have to resign from his office immediately. There was no point working –or was it slaving – for salaries when he could be his own boss and employer. But he had to call Iye first. He had to call her and thank her for her great works.

Pronto, he called her number. She picked it at the first ring, as if she was expecting the call.

‘Thank you, Iye. Thank you so much. God bless you. You’re indeed wonderful. May your days be long,’ he enthused.

‘It’s alright. Congratulations.’

‘Oh, you’re so wonderful. You’re so amazing! Now, I completely believe in you. What do you want me to buy for you? Do you want a car?’

‘You’re free to buy whatever you deem it fit to buy for me,’ she said.

‘Oh, I will surely do that. I’ll buy something befitting for you.’

‘There’s something you must know: do not attempt to count the whole money in the bag. You just be spending it.’

‘Oh, that’s alright. That’s very good.’

‘Another thing: no other eyes must see the inside of that bag.’

He nodded. ‘That’s alright. I will do just that.’

‘Alright, see you.’

‘Alright, Iye. Thank you very much.’

The line was cut off.

‘Yes, yes, I’m rich!’ he told himself. He would still have to dress up and go to the office. He would have to drop his letter of resignation.
Before leaving, he put two bundles of the one thousand naira notes in his bag. He would need to buy some wears and upgrade his wardrobe. Henceforth, level had changed and it would reflect in his lifestyle. As he made for his car, he decided he would have to sell it off and buy a new model.

Henceforth, everything must change.



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I stuck my tongue out as soon as she was close enough and licked her slit from top to where my finger was. I pulled my finger out and replaced it with my tongue, sliding my tongue as deep into her as I could.


CHAPTER FIVE

I could feel her bobbing her head up and down on my cock and felt her hands reach around and start to play with my balls. It was unlike anything I had felt before, her spit was dripping down my shaft and around my balls. At the same time, I had my tongue sliding up and down her pussy slit, I found that when I grazed my tongue over her clit, she would mash her pussy against my mouth even more.

I was rotating between sliding my finger in her pussy and my tongue. Her juices were flowing more and more freely and suddenly I felt that my orgasm was coming soon.

I made an effort to focus on bringing Elizabeth to an orgasm before I finished. Her juices were flowing down my tongue and I was thrilled with the taste over taking my senses. My fingers were sliding in and out of her over and over, finding that rough spot with my finger-tips.

I felt I was going to lose the battle and my body started to tense up as I slid my fingers in her one last time and was swirling my tongue over her clit. The cum rose up my cock and I felt jets start to fly out as Elizabeth continued to bob up and down my cock using her tongue to milk my cock for every jet. Suddenly she stopped and added suction directly on my cock head.

I felt a hum which grew into a moan on my cock and suddenly my face and mouth were awash in Her juices. It was a constant stream flowing out of her and I again felt my finger being pulsed by her pussy.

The last of my cum leaked out of my cock into Her mouth and I felt her pull off as my softening cock laid down on my thigh, her face laid down on the other and I slowly pulled my finger out. Her pussy lips were wet and spread before me. I laid my head back and enjoyed the feelings from finally having release after a long day of teasing and waiting with hope. Elizabeth slowly climbed off me, leaving my cock outside my boxers and came back up to the top of the bed.

She came face to face with me and suddenly her lips were on mine again, I felt her lips part and felt her tongue probing mine. I was met with mixed flavors as residue cum from her mouth and her pussy juice mingled on my tongue, it was intoxicating as our tongues tangled.

Finally, she pulled away and rested her head on my shoulder.

She said, “Wow…...I really can’t describe how good your tongue felt…..”

I replied, “Yeah...I could say the same about you”

She said, “Do you feel that what we have done is wrong?”

I replied, “I don’t know. I am not angry about it, I am having fun, I am not going to complain.”

She said, “Good cause I am having a ton of fun, we just have to keep this a secret.”

We laid back, knowing the risk we were having lying in the same bed. I fell asleep with her head on my shoulder and her leg wrapped over mine. Thankfully sometime during the night she woke up and went back to her bed. Waking up alone was extremely saddening but unfortunately necessary.

In the morning, our Aunt knocked on the door saying it was time to get up for the day. Elizabeth got out of bed and quickly dressed, she stretched and walked over to my bed as I was enjoying the view of her. She leaned over and came close to my face.

I closed my eyes, feeling her lips touch mine, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into the bed, kissing her firmly and intensely.

I knew that this day would be even harder than the last.

After I finally let Elizabeth escape the bed, I grabbed fresh clothes and went to the bathroom to shower.

That day we took a hike up into the mountains surrounding Country side. We spent the day exploring the trails and enjoying the scenery. I enjoyed walking behind Elizabeth and watching how her shorts hugged her ass.

We found moments to sneak away and kiss, or get handsy with each other but that was all. I was thankful for boxer briefs that day otherwise I would have been sporting an extreme hardon pointed straight out all day.

We got to sit on the mountain paths and watch the monsoons come into the view and the explosive downpours with lightning and thunder. It was one of my favorite nature events in Country side every summer.

We were sitting in the parking lot watching the last of the storms start to dissipate when we voted on dinner. A local buffet won out.

We ran home to change out of our sweaty clothes and went out for dinner. My muscles were still exhausted as we sat in the booth enjoying our food. Elizabeth started to fall asleep and fell onto my shoulder. I decided I had eaten enough. My uncle and aunt thought it was cute and innocent, I was enjoying having her head on my shoulder. My thoughts of my cousin had quickly changed, I was a young guy smitten with my cousin but she was a beautiful woman in my eyes.



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He shook his head. ‘She looks like a good girl, but she’s just a call girl, for God’s sake. Come to think of it, she said her name is Rita.’

She nodded. ‘She has been made to be your wife. Take good care of her.’

Tope’s mouth was open. ‘Wait, are you really serious with this wife stuff?’

‘Of course, I am. Marrying her will further boost you fortune. The earlier you marry her, the better for you. One more thing, henceforth,
don’t call me Rita again. Call me Iye, for I’m your godmother.’

He was too stunned to say something. Finally he said, ‘It’s okay calling you Iye. But talking about the other Rita, she’s still young. She’s still a girl, probably nineteen or twenty. How can I marry her?’

Rita, now known as Iye, looked sternly at him. ‘A nineteen year old is a young lady. It is better you heed to my words, rather than arguing.’

He suddenly became sober. ‘Alright. Is that the third test?’

‘No.’

‘So what’s the third test?’

Iye regarded him briefly. ‘The third test is the simplest of them.’ She brought a red handkerchief from her hand bag. ‘Take.’

He took it from her gingerly. ‘What’s this for?’

‘By five minutes to midnight today, you must stand on your feet naked. Put this handkerchief on your head and remain standing. By
midnight, three ladies will come, asking you for something. Agree to whatever they ask for. That is all.’

He took the handkerchief from her and examined it closely. ‘And that is all?’

She nodded. ‘And that is all.’ She stood up. ‘I’ll be going now.’

‘I thought you’re sleeping over tonight.’

She was emphatic. ‘Henceforth, that is not permitted again. The lady who has that honor is the other Rita.’

She picked her hand bag. ‘Call me tomorrow morning,’ she instructed him. Then, she left the house.

Tope was thoughtful. Just one more hurdle to go, he thought. His mind went to the younger Rita he had brought home. What if he refused
to marry her? He had been told that marrying her would boost his wealth. That meant without marrying her, he would still have some wealth.

No, he did not have the mind to marry her. If the original Rita would not marry him, he would have to look for another lady.

He had to remain awake, so that by five minutes to midnight, he followed the instruction given to him. He switched off the light in the
room and the place was in darkness. The five minutes he waited till midnight was the longest wait of his life. It looked like he waited for hours.

At midnight, everywhere turned absolutely dark. He could see or hear nothing. Then, there were glints of light and he saw the three
ladies.

They had red clothes tied to their bodies from the chest to the knees, otherwise, they were naked.

‘Tope,’ the lady at the middle called his name. ‘You’ll be rich and famous, if only you’ll do this one more thing.’

‘What’s that?’ he found himself asking.

‘Give us your seeds,’ the same lady that had spoken said.


‘My seed? How?’

The lady at the center slowly approached him. She had a small calabash with a cover with her. As she moved closer, he closed his eyes for
he was too terrified to look into her eyes


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We broke our kiss just as our breathing was getting faster. “I want to taste you again, lay still.”

Elizabeth broke away and started to flip around in the bed. As she worked down, she pulled the covers off of me. Suddenly I had her legs and her panties near face level and I felt her hands pulling my boxer fly open. I felt her fingers reach in and grasp my cock, pulling it through the fly, it was full erect and throbbing.

She suddenly let go and I could feel the pulse of my heart causing my cock to pulse. I felt Elizabeth adjusting something and heard her hair tie snap, and then her hand was back around the base of my cock.

Suddenly I felt heat from her breath and then the most amazing feeling as her tongue started at the base of my cock and slowly licked up. I felt her mouth close over the head of my cock and her tongue embrace the head, as she slowly started to work my cock down into her mouth.

I saw stars as she worked as much of my cock into her mouth as she could, I felt the head hit the back of her throat and felt her gag slightly. She pulled back off and took a breath and went back to licking, she licked the slit where pre-cum was oozing out and went back to sucking on the head and working it into her mouth.

I felt her shifting in the bed and noticed she was grinding her legs together. I reached over and slid my finger between her legs, feeling the extreme heat and how wet her panties were becoming.

I grabbed both sides and started to pull them off. She used her feet to lift herself up so I could slide them off. And suddenly I had a naked pussy in my face, I spread her legs so I could tease my fingers along her mound and on either side of her slit, sliding across her lips.

I could feel the wetness dripping out of her and down her pussy lips. Out of curiosity I dipped my finger in and brought my wet finger-tip to my mouth.

The taste was phenomenal, it was extremely arousing to taste her feminine fluids. I was hooked.

Without thinking what I was doing I grabbed her hips and pulled, she took my hint and lifted herself up. She placed a knee on either side of my head and I grabbed her ass with my hands and pulled down. My hands wrapped around as her pussy came close to my mouth.

I took my right finger and slowly slid it deep into her pussy, I felt her moan as her mouth was wrapped around my cock causing me to moan softly.

I stuck my tongue out as soon as she was close enough and licked her slit from top to where my finger was. I pulled my finger out and replaced it with my tongue, sliding my tongue as deep into her as I could.

After she had gone, Tope called the real Rita. ‘The second test is completed,’ he announced, almost proudly.

‘Okay. I’ll be in your place by six p.m. Will you be at home then?’

He thought briefly. ‘Even if I’m not around, won’t you wait for me so that you can sleep over?’

There was a pause. ‘Okay. I’ll be there.’

When he returned home about seven p.m, she was already in his flat, waiting for him.

‘Sorry. I hope I’ve not been keeping you waiting for long.’

‘No. How was work?’

‘Fine. It’s exciting.’ He went on to bring the seven handkerchiefs to her.

‘Task completed,’ he announced proudly.
Rita nodded and examined the handkerchief one by one. ‘Good,’ she said.

‘Do you realize you’ve got yourself a wife?’

‘You mean you’re now ready to marry me? Wow, that’s great.’

She shook her head. ‘You brought one of the girls to your home.’

He gazed at her. She was correct, but how did she know that?

‘That’s true,’ he said.

‘That’s your wife.’

He jumped to his feet. ‘Oh, no. Rita, don’t say that. I can never marry a prostitute. No, no, no.’

She smiled. ‘After having intercourse with her, you slept with her on the same bed and in the same room. You even told her you loved her.’

‘I never said that!’

‘With the way you kissed her, you did. You have sealed her fate with yours.’

He looked stunned. ‘But, didn’t you and I sleep on the same bed?’

‘My case is different,’ she said calmly. ‘I’m your godmother, and I can never marry you. She is your future wife.’

He shook his head. ‘She looks like a good girl, but she’s just a call girl, for God’s sake. Come to think of it, she said her name is Rita.’

She nodded. ‘She has been made to be your wife. Take good care of her.’

Tope’s mouth was open. ‘Wait, are you really serious with this wife stuff?’

‘Of course, I am. Marrying her will further boost you fortune. The earlier you marry her, the better for you. One more thing, henceforth, don’t call me Rita again. Call me Iye, for I’m your godmother.’

He was too stunned to say something. Finally he said, ‘It’s okay calling you Iye. But talking about the other Rita, she’s still young. She’s still a girl, probably nineteen or twenty. How can I marry her?’

Rita, now known as Iye, looked sternly at him. ‘A nineteen year old is a young lady. It is better you heed to my words, rather than arguing.’

He suddenly became sober. ‘Alright. Is that the third test?’
‘No.’

‘So what’s the third test?’

Iye regarded him briefly. ‘The third test is the simplest of them.’ She brought a red handkerchief from her hand bag. ‘Take.’
He took it from her gingerly. ‘What’s this for?’

Elizabeth and I were sharing the spare bedroom which had two twin beds, one on either side of the room.

I quickly stripped down to my boxers and climbed under the blankets, Elizabeth hit the lights and I heard her stripping down and getting into bed.

Lying there in the dark I found myself no longer tired. I could hear her breathing on the other side of the room and assumed she had quickly fallen asleep.

I was deciding whether to crank one off as I had been hard on and off through the day and I knew my time to be able to do this was limited during this trip. I was surprised from across the room

“Hey, Tayo, are you awake?” she asked.

I replied, “Yeah…..I can’t sleep.”

She said, “Hmn… me either. Can I come over there?”

I replied, “Yes...sure!” Trying to keep my voice quiet enough to not be heard.

I heard Elizabeth get out of her bed and her footsteps as she moved over. She pulled up the covers and got under with me, the central air made it very comfortable in the house. I had my arm out when she got in and this allowed her to lay on my arm and I felt her naked leg cross over mine. Two teenagers in a twin bed were still a tight fit and she was up close to me.

My arm wrapped around her and went down her side, I could feel the strap of her bra and I could feel her panties against my leg. We laid there for a little while and I started to feel her thighs flex softly occasionally, this had her mound softly grinding against me. I looked over and as my eyes had been adjusting to the dark, I could see her looking back at me.

We didn't speak but just laid there, feeling her softly push her pussy against my leg. I started to get hard but didn't move. I was enjoying the simplicity of it.

As we looked at each other I saw her start to move and suddenly her lips were pressed to mine. Hey, this was momentous. It...it was my first kiss. I felt her held against me, her soft lips touching mine. Her mound ground harder against me, my hand pulled her tighter against me.

She pulled away “I'm sorry….please don't be mad, I have wanted to do that all day and I couldn't stop myself”

I replied, “Please...don't apologize, I liked it.”

I leaned back in and kissed her back, feeling her lips softly part, feeling her body press against me, she shifted her leg and it came into contact with my hard cock, she wrapped her leg over it and ground it against my body as she pulled her pussy against me more. I could feel the heat emanating from between her legs against my body again.

We broke our kiss just as our breathing was getting faster. “I want to taste you again, lay still.”

It is a pity how some people have taken religion to extreme level.

Bigotry is a terminal disease.