The adventure series

RAVENOUS SENSUAL DESIRES
By: Stern Rightfingers
This is a true life story of the conspiracy between the heart and the eyes in an intriguing drama which sought to give purpose to the innocent adventure and the quest of a Fulani boy for pleasure and self fulfillment.
Adamu Ardo stood on a ridge over-looking the Zango-Daura road as his father’s cattle grazed on the rich grassland that stretched as far as the eyes can see. Government had designated the area as grazing reserves and nomadic Fulanis in Zango had taken advantage of the thick bush and grass to raise their cattle in large numbers.
Adamu was the only grown up boy in his family. His senior sister Hauwa had been married out at thirteen according to Moslem custom and it fell on young Adamu, now fifteen years old to shepherd the fifty heads of cattle his family owned to their feeding grounds in the morning and evening everyday; accompanied by his two younger sisters. He had likewise accompanied Hauwa to the grazing fields from the tender age of five years and he knew all the landmarks. His younger sister’s ages ranged between four and five years respectively. They would eventually continue with the nomadic tradition of shepherding the sheep when Adamu marries or separates from his mainstream family.
Zango village was a fast growing Fulani settlement with a population of 500 inhabitants who are mainly nomadic cattle rearers but among who were few Hausa traders. The village was selected to benefit, with other northern Fulani hamlets, from the newly introduced “Nomadic education project” which sought to wipe out illiteracy among Fulani children by year 2010 through mass education even as they tended their cattle. As innovative as it was the idea of providing education to the children of herdsmen was both exciting and romantic to Zango villagers who were eager to see how it would work. Members of the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) scheme were used to implement the project and the young men and women took pains to visit remote settlements to teach shy, Fulani boys and girls the basic rudiments of education.
Adamu was among the first set of kids to benefit from the nomadic education. His study group consisted of twelve boys and six girls who came to the study centre constructed with camp tarpaulin at the middle of the grazing reserve and manned by two corpers, a male known as Paul and a pretty young lady called Catherine.
The school opened by 9:00a.m every day except Saturdays and Sundays. The children came in trickles initially, drawn more by curiosity over the foreign language and dressing of the strangers than by what was taught. In this remote village where contact with strangers occurred only in commuter buses and at rare occasions, it was something of a luxury for the Fulani children to sit before their teachers daily and watch them engage in funny antics like waving their hands or gesticulating while teaching their separate subjects..
The boys were particularly enraptured by the mode of dressing of the female teacher who came to classes often in long sleeve shirt, trousers, cap and camp boots of the youth corpers.
“At fifteen, Adamu has started developing into a curious young boy and his lack of education did not deprive him from possessing the basic intelligence that children of his age and circumstance should possess. He was rather dumb and dull in the class but his imagination had grown to the point of fascination within one month on a particular subject; Catherine, her shape, beauty and the female teacher’s friendly mannerism.
Often, Adamu will be distracted in his observation and contemplation of the lady’s beauty and thoughts of what the teacher would look like without cloths to the point that he would not hear when the class was dismissed, after the usual two-hour daily study period.
Catherine never failed to notice the silent, shy and lonely Adamu who will sit on the mat staring at her as if his eyes can dig holes into her body. She would approach him, touching him gently either at the shoulder or the head and inquiring in Hausa language whether anything was wrong. The boy usually smiled and shook his head in resignation before answering that he was all right.
Initially, Catherine was both puzzled and disturbed by Adamu’s curious manners but later, she accepted his queer behaviour as part of the effects of living a nomadic life detached from more advanced civilization. The nomadic classes all over the north at that point were making little progress. Corrupt government officials had conceived the project to serve them as conduit pipes to siphon public funds into their private pockets. Recruitment of teachers to handle the project had been made to favour candidates who can speak and write Hausa language since most Fulanis spoke Hausa as a second language after their native Fulfulde language.
At the classes, the teachers spoke Hausa to the pupils more than English language and the children’s span of attention did not last beyond a few minutes, as they often had to run out to bring back stray cows, sheep or goats before returning to the classes, panting having run out of breath from running so much.
It was getting to the end of the service year and many of the corpers will be replaced with new ones. The Zango village school was lucky. The two teachers were offered employment and retained at the village based on the recommendations of the village head who favoured the likeable teachers because they had become the toast of the town.
Catherine treated Adamu as a special pupil who required closer attention than the other children in her class. She had grown particularly fond of the boy and his fixed stare. At the end of each class, she would walk up to him and politely ask whether he gained anything from the day’s lecture. She would touch him, pet him and chat him up indulgently. She noticed at such brief moments that Adamu was appreciative of the close contact. He admired her exposed hands. The slim, tall fingers and the red finger nails, shining as if a special manicurist had been appointed specifically to look after them were a particular side attraction for the boy. Those finger-nails, he thought to himself are unique and he would give her a fixed gaze that sent thrilling electricity from his eyes through her entire system. It was obvious that the boy was in love with Catherine but did not know how to say it or even how to qualify his emotions.
Catherine became worried and anxious when she noticed that after each contact with the boy, he followed her with his gaze and sometimes walked behind her after school but at a distance until she joined the other teacher to board a vehicle to Daura, a nearby town and headquarters of Daura Local Government Council where the corpers lived.
Catherine once complained to Paul, the male teacher, about Adamu’s peculiar nature. Paul had dismissed it as the curiosity of a village boy who had come into first time contact with an educated city woman. He advised her to forget Adamu and to stop paying him special attention. Catherine followed the advice for only one week before pity for the boy, who had become so withdrawn and so sad, drove her back into talking to him after school.
Adamu may be described as a dull or dumb child in class but the young man burned inside. He seemed to be searching for something unspeakable. Always prompt to class and quiet, Adamu was among the first set of pupils to master the art of writing alphabets and English numerical figures up to the count of one hundred. Catherine noticed that despite his brilliance, the boy had a stubborn disposition. He used his eyes, facial and body language more than words; even among his peers and classmates, he was known as a queer, special person who hovered between one wild mood and another. But despite his peculiarities, Adamu had a compelling disposition that endeared him to others. People simply loved him without knowing why.
At the end of two years, the local education authorities in Daura transferred the pioneer teachers in Zango to another village and brought two male corpers as their replacement. The pupils were not notified of the changes but they came to school one sunny morning to find that new people had taken the place of their former teachers.
The changes devastated Adamu more than other pupils. He was angry and restless throughout the study period and could not concentrate. He went outside six times and returned each time with a huge frown on his face. It disturbed the new teacher Mallam Ibrahim Gumel, who asked Adamu whether he had lost his cows but got no answer. It was Adamu’s classmates who gave the teacher an insight into Adamu’s behaviour. They were all laughing and some more senior boys in the class told the teacher that Adamu was not happy because his wife did not come to school. The perplexed teacher inquired further and was told that Adamu had vowed to marry Catherine, the former female teacher when he was ready for marriage. The amused teacher counseled Adamu to take heart and concentrate on his studies. He told the distressed lad that Catherine was living in Daura and had been posted to another school, pointing out that she may never come to Zango village again. It took Adamu more than two weeks to recover from the shock of not being able to see Catherine again. Within those bitter weeks, he had lost interest in school and was so withdrawn that his parents felt for him.
Those weeks of deep thought and brooding compelled him to reach certain decisions about his life and future. The shepherd boy decided to go to Daura where he hoped to see Catherine again. He also decided to become a watchman and to live in a bigger town where he would see more beautiful girls to confirm the stories he heard about cities being the converging point of beautiful ladies who walk half naked and looking for men to befriend.
Adamu had grown into a strong eighteen-year-old boy when he approached his father one morning and told the old man of his desire to go and settle in Daura. The old man protested and pointed out to Adamu that he was getting older and weaker adding that as the only male of the family, he was being trained to inherit the family’s cattle and continue with the family’s heritage. The old man reminded Adamu that his sisters would soon get married and leave to start their own families.
Nothing that Adamu’s father said changed the boy’s resolve to leave the village. He pleaded with his father to give him money for the trip and the old man who was tired by the attempt to change the boy’s mind shared his cattle according to the number of children he had as dictated by the Fulani culture and gave Adamu one portion. The boy selected two fat cows from his cattle and sold them to a neighbour who gladly paid him N10, 000. 00 for the animals, after consulting with the boy’s father.
With money in his pocket, Adamu set off to Daura early the next morning arriving there two hours later. It was his first visit to a big town and he did not know anybody in Daura. He spent the entire day walking aimlessly round the town clutching his shepherd staff, which was his only possession apart from a concealed dagger and the blue trouser and jumper on his body. He wandered about the town until six o’clock in the evening when he approached a mosque where Muslims were praying and stayed there. At the end of the prayer session, Adamu begged the chief imam to allow him spend the night there. His request was granted but in the morning, the elderly Mallam who saw the lost look on Adamu’s face asked what was wrong and the boy told him that he wanted a place to stay and work as a night watchman. The boy was lucky that no member of the Nigerian Police caught up with him in Daura. He would have been charged with indecent wandering, a colonial law put in place by white settlers to prevent indigenous Nigerians from coming close to their houses or offices due to that sense of insecurity which overwhelms the stranger in a foreign land.
Mallam Umaru, the Chief Imam was impressed by Adamu’s definiteness and his determination to be useful to himself more so, when the religious man learned that Adamu’s parents were at home and that the young man did not quarrel with them.
Adamu’s determination to work and become independent, he reasoned, was a departure from the custom among young men in the north who preferred to while away their lives and precious time in idleness. The Chief Imam decided to assist Adamu realize his dreams and he sent for a rich Alhaji nearby who conferred with the religious leader briefly before beckoning on Adamu to follow him.
The rich man was Alhaji Audu Matawalin Daura. He took Adamu to his palatial home and told him to sit outside the big gates. Islamic culture forbids that grown up males should enter the compound where married women live. This is why many such households where there are married women would have the inscription ‘Ba shiga,’ meaning ‘No entry’ written boldly at the front entrance for would be visitors to see. Islam holds high the sanctity of marriage. So that contact with a married woman by a male adult other than the husband of the woman is strictly forbidden except if the visitor is permitted by the owner of the household. This was why food was brought outside to the young Fulani boy who ate like he had never eaten before.
After the meal, Alhaji Audu told Adamu that he has been employed as messenger and night watchman on a salary of N3, 000 per month. The boy was happy but his natural disposition prevented him from showing it. Besides, Adamu reasoned that Alhaji Audu who seemed to like him was new and should not be confided in immediately.
The matter of work settled, Adamu did not lose time to pursue the other objectives, which he promised himself to accomplish in Daura. The first was to trace Catherine and secondly to see whether every educated woman was beautiful and smelt as sweet as his former teacher.
Within one month he had become familiar with his new environment. He took particular notice of the young, southern women who left parts of their bodies uncovered. For the first time, it occurred to him that Hausa and Fulani girls did not attract him. He liked southern girls more and he had a particularly lustful way of looking at the young, beautiful girls that made them smile at him. He smiled back at every opportunity.
At the end of three months, he sought permission from his master to travel home to see his parents. He still had N6, 000 from the original money he took to Daura and with three months salary in tow; Adamu had enough money in his pocket when he got home.
His parents and sisters were happy to see him again and especially to see how he had changed to a township man wearing modern cloths and putting up city airs in the village to show off to his mates. But Adamu had a different mission and a particular reason for visiting home. He had come to see Nguroje, the village native doctor who was a famous medicine man during his time.
Nguroje, the medicine man was not surprised to see Adamu at his place a day after the boy returned to the village. ‘My son”, the old medicine man said, after greeting the visitor warmly, “it was a mistake to have gone to the town without first coming to ask for the blessings of your ancestors. But it is not late. It is always good to come late rather than not coming at all. Now, what can we do for you?”
Adamu, tearing away his eyes from the penetrating stare of the old man tabled his unusual request in this manner. “I am looking for a powerful medicine to make city women my slaves. I want something that will bind any woman to me and making it impossible for her to leave me on her own volition. I want to taste city women and I want my body to be like a magnet and irresistible to whomever I choose to seduce.”
Adamu’s burning desire did not let him think of the consequences of his initiative or the likely repercussions either on himself or the girls he hoped to seduce in the future. He had a type of one way desire that consumes the human mind which damns the consequences or results of the actions we take. The only thought he had was that of being able to have any woman of his dreams through magical means. He thought of the stories he was told as a little boy about how people can have anything they desire and wish to materialize through spiritual means without much effort by powerful medicine men who received their magical powers from the spirits of the air, fire and water and his heart told him that nothing was wrong in what he set out to accomplish.
The old man meanwhile closed his eyes after Adamu had finished his request and he looked like someone in a deep trance. It took the Nguroje more than ten minutes to reply. The silence of the medicine man generated fear inside Adamu who thought he had uttered the un-unutterable request.
When he opened his eyes, the old man said in a voice that was both gentle and ancient: “Hum, there is nothing you want that we cannot do for you. But I was hoping that you would have requested for something to protect you from the uncertainties of the city. However, I shall not change your request; I shall not change your request. Go and bring for me the erect penis of a donkey or a horse, which you must cut off while it is making love, and bring it while it is still erect. Also, bring honey (one bottle) and some quantity of sugar. The love charm will cost you only N2, 000 but you can use it throughout your lifetime. It will serve you until you become tired of it. Nobody should be allowed to know about this mission,” the medicine man admonished.
Adamu was very happy and went home contented to search for the items listed by the medicine man. It was not difficult for him to get honey and sugar, which he bought at the local market but the erect penis, took him two days to get. On the fateful day, he was preparing to visit a long time childhood friend and had just left his father’s compound when he heard a donkey braying nearby.
On taking a closer look, Adamu noticed that its penis was erect and it was trying to mate a mare, which stood a few meters close-by. With a fast throbbing heart and a shaking hand, which clutched his dagger, Adamu maneuvered closer to the animals but bent low, hidden by the tall grasses to avoid frightening the donkeys.
He realized that it was a dangerous, delicate and dirty business to cut the erect penis of a donkey or a horse in the act of making love. Many questions propped up in his mind. What will happen if the animals get angry and bite or kick him to death? What if the operation goes wrong and the erect penis slides into the female donkey? What if he is caught while attempting to cut the animal’s penis? Will the villagers spare him because the donkeys belonged to his father? Can his father forgive him for mutilating his donkey? Will the donkey survive the attack?
Many questions raced through his mind and would have interfered with the operation but Adamu is a determined and definite man who does not mind the consequences of any action he decides to take.
As he watched from the short distance between him and the donkeys, the male had inserted its stiffened, penis into the female, which had stopped trying to fight-off the male. It was apparent that the two animals had started enjoying the game.
Adamu sprang up like a wounded lion from his hiding place, dagger in his right hand and fighting off a rush of fear and perspiration, a docked under the two animals. He did not waste time in cutting the long penis as the donkey made a backward movement to thrust itself deeper into its female partner.
The desperate Fulani-boy pulled hard at the bleeding stomp of erect animal penis as the owner jumped into the air and almost knocked him to the ground in fright and pain.
Adamu hid the bleeding flesh under his cloth and ran back home where he almost collided with his mother as he went into the house to collect the honey and sugar, which were part of the sacrificial items.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the medicine man’s house with his odd collection in a black Cellophane bag. When he deposited them, the old man shook his head in agreement and beckoned on Adamu to sit down after observing that the young man was out-of-breath.
The native doctor washed the blood stained donkey penis in a small bowel, pressing the still erect animal flesh from one end to another to remove every liquid inside it. Later, he brought a black powdery substance and poured some quantity into the bowel adding sugar and honey before stirring the entire contents, which he gave to Adamu to drink.
Before Adamu drank the concoction, he was instructed to say “Bisiminlahi, soyeya-da-chiyeya” meaning praises to Allah who created love and sex. This he did and drank the liquid without blinking his eyelids. Moments later, Adamu started to feel different inside. He felt as if his penis will tear his pant and trousers. He ran outside and urinated to get some relief but the bulging of his penis continued. At that moment, the boy would have raped any girl near-by but there were no women in the old medicine man’s home because his daughters were all married and his wife had died five years earlier. The frightened Fulani boy drew the attention of the old man to his plight but the medicine man told the boy to calm down and continued with the ritual work. He had roasted part of the erect donkey penis in a mysterious fire and brought it to the boy to chew with some of the honey and sugar.
Adamu swore in his mind that he did not see any fire in the old man’s semi-dark hut but he had gone far into the ritual and was so determined to accomplish his mission to refuse the donkey meat. He ate with relish after saying Bisiminlahi, soyeya da chiyeya.
When Adamu finished the meat, the old man instructed him to remove his clothes. The boy was surprised to see that his penis had grown as long and as thick as the donkey penis he brought to the old man. It was throbbing with desire and measured a cool one foot, six inches long and as thick as a small pestle.
The old man shook his head in satisfaction and muttered “Alhamdillahi” meaning “praise be to Allah.” He asked the boy to repeat the word and when Adamu did so, the penis shrank to a manageable size. Adamu’s fright disappeared and was replaced with happiness as the old man gave him further instructions regarding the use of the attraction portion prepared for him.
“You should never try the charm on any girl in this village. I forbid you. The day you do it, the donkey whose agony was heard by everyone in the village will betray you and the shame will kill you. There are many girls in other towns. Go and enjoy yourself but keep your secret to yourself. Any woman who sees your penis will never rest until you make love to her”
“So, you must be careful not to show it to many women at a time. Water and the first words you uttered are the keys to awaken your penis to full action and the last word will help it return to a sleeping size “.
“Remember, whenever you want to seduce a woman take some water in a container, remove your clothes somewhere within the sight of the woman so that she can see you bath or wash the penis. It will be better if you bath. Say ‘Bisiminlahi soyeya da chiyeya’ and pour water on your body. It will instantly react on your penis and attract a woman‘s attention. At the end of your bath and at the end of every intercourse, remember to say ‘Alhamdillahi and do not tell anybody what you have done no matter how close or dear the person is to you’, the medicine man instructed.
He further advised the boy to leave the village as soon as possible to avoid falling into temptation in the village and over-turning the love potion. Adamu left for Daura the following morning satisfied with what he had accomplished and determined to enjoy himself.
Three days later, he put the love potion to test out of curiosity and made love to two girls who shared a one- room apartment in a manner that almost sent him mad.
For a boy in his early twenties, Adamu had grown strong and had an active imagination. Although he had acquired some city mannerisms, Adamu still retained the basic traits of the Fulani stock. He had long, woven hair and kept his concealed dagger and the shepherd boy’s staff but he does not move about with the stick. For now, the staff only formed part of the tools of his watchman job even though he bought a bow and arrow for the purpose.
Opposite the building, where he works as night guardsman, stood another building of a lesser affluent means where many tenants especially government workers live. At the far end of the long building, there was a room, which was rented by two spinsters who live there together. The single window of the room opens to the road, which demarcated the two buildings. Whenever the ladies opened their window, they can monitor whatever happens at the road or at the front of the building where Adamu worked. Adamu’s boss was rich and took particular interest to plant trees at the front of his building.
Adamu usually noticed the exit and entry of the two girls who ignored him. Sometimes, he saw them with men but it was not a secret that the two spinsters were lesbians. The two girls, Rita and Lora, had complained to each other that no man had laid them for about one month. Rita was especially attracted to men even though she was also a very active lesby. Some lesbians love to enjoy the better of the two worlds by having strings of boyfriends and girl bedmates.
It was almost 7.30p.m. on the third day after Adamu returned from the village. He filled a bucket with water and chose a point near a tree for his bath. The girl’s window was about one electric pole away but near enough for one to see anything clearly outside.
Adamu settled down to his bath and hardly poured water on his body when Rita was pulled irresistibly to the window. She did not seem to have seen any other thing except the boy’s long penis as it stood firm and erect. Her desire for the boy surged from her toes to her hairs. She called on her roommate to join her in the peeping act and both resolved that they would sleep with the boy. It was Rita’s maturity that prevented her and her roommate from rushing outside immediately to grab the boy’s manhood.
Instead, they gave him time to finish his bath after which Rita went to a nearby store and bought three bottles of Coca-Cola while Lora went out and invited Adamu to their room. The boy’s shyness took a better part of him when he came in and he was also handicapped by his inability to speak English language properly. But the girls who were experts in the sex trade and deficient in Hausa language used their hands to communicate their desires.
It was Rita who tore at the buttons of Adamu’s trouser while he sat there with a big grin on his face. She gripped the big penis and dragged it out with a sigh of relief like someone who has just made a conquest. She decided to give him a blowjob first. Her breasts had swollen to double its size. Yet, her torture was nothing compared to what the other girl was suffering just looking at Adamu’s fat penis at close range. Throughout their lives, the two roommates have never seen a penis so huge and so long and they wanted every inch of it inside their wet cunts. Lora had undressed completely by now and was caressing herself while staring steadily at the erect rod, which was half way into the salivary mouth of her roommate. Lora was panting for more action. She told Rita to remove her clothes and used the opportunity provided by Rita’s suspension of the blowjob to insert Adamu’s penis into her wet, throbbing cunt.
Adamu was sitting on the single two-seater chair in the room. The sex starved girls took him through the first round of sex on the chair doing the flicking themselves rather than allowing the boy to do it. They took turns, with each climbing the boy and doing the Makossa bottom dance on him with his penis inside their cunts. Adamu released twice inside Rita and once inside Loin but the homosexual women who have dual sexuality still wanted more. They made Adamu to promise them he would pass the night with them. The two girls never felt satisfied with any other man’s penis or the action from the male tool like they did that night. It was the shortest night in their youthful lives and none of the three slept until early morning.
The love play between Adamu and the girls the following night was more relaxed and even more enjoyable. Adamu was more assertive and explored the girl’s bodies with intense concentration and relish. He did everything deliberately and leisurely maybe to prolong the enjoyment of the show.
Rita had agreed with Lora to organise or do stripe tease and a lesbian love game for Adamu to test his endurance and patience. Adamu was not a master of seduction yet, but he showed more than keen interest in the strip show organized for him by the girls.
Rita who was the most beautiful of the two girls kicked off the show by slowly undressing herself in a teasing manner. Soft music was playing in the background on their radio cassette. The dazzling girl first reached for her blouse bottoms and opened them gradually before zipping down and coming out of the gown which she allowed to slide from her shoulders down her legs like a naughty kid.
Before she got to her pants, her roommate who was also aroused by the wild show had joined Rita in bed, snuggling very close to her and kissing her all over the body starting with the lips. Both of them sucked so longingly at their lips and momentarily forget Adamu who was watching the proceeding with such intense excitement that he was almost falling out of his seat. The two lesbians were simply wonderful on the bed with each other. Adamu was enraptured by this kind of love play. He has never seen anything like it before and it excited him so much.
For example, Lora would wrap her arms around Rita kissing her so intensely as if she would never stop. The two girls kissed long and lingeringly, hanging on to each others lips as if some kissing sugar or saccharine had been applied on their lips, until they were both breathless. They heard about the existence of many sex enhancing products, such as kissing sugar, male hardening creams and sex sweetening ointments which are in the market. It would only take the imagination of whoever wants to experiment to obtain them but these products are very expensive and are only used overseas. After the preliminary rituals, Lora turned her dripping wet cunt to Rita’s face and also dug her mouth into Rita’s hollowed and inviting pawpaw. They were devouring themselves like wild cats. Each girl knew instinctively just where and how to touch the other person to give themselves pleasure so intense and yet so enduring.
Adamu could not bear the show as a bystander any longer. He stood up, pulled down his trouser in a single, quick move and joined the girls on the bed with his penis so erect and stiff it caused him pain at the base. At the bed, he wasted no time in joining the show.
Adamu kissed Rita softly trying to reproduce what he witnessed the girl’s do. He kissed her intensely. His hands stroked her bare breasts and he squeezed them for effect. The boy was shivering with pleasure but so were the girls. Both of them were nearing climax. Rita was moaning softly, urging Adamu who was tugging at her nipples with his lips to thrust his big penis dip into her. Lora was equally screaming gently with pleasure. Rita had fingered her clitoris for almost thirty minutes with such accuracy and dexterity that only lesbians can muster or employ at the bed with each other. The point was by now so sensitive and longing for action. Since the girls were lying head to each other’s legs, it was possible for Rita to also suck Lora’s vagina causing the younger girl to come in sporadic chains of pleasure. When Rita was satisfied with the boy, she helped guide Adamu’s throbbing penis into Lora’s wet cunt for the final massacre, which sent the girl creaming with pleasure until she instantly fell asleep. One interesting thing about deep orgasm is that it is very relaxing and has the propensity to put one to sleep immediately. It is possible for one to feel completely satisfied with sex to the point of saturation if one engages in the act with the right partners.
The three youthful sex-mates were pleased that night, even more than the previous night, with their performance especially with the prowess of the Fulani boy. The girls were simply impressed and they made him promise to make love to them everyday.
Adamu’s involvement with the two lesbians was not without costs. His work suffered. He made love to the girls late into the early morning hours sometimes and slept off on the girl’s bed sandwiched between them. He forgot that the duties of a night watchman is not only tasking but required that those who do such work must be strong and alert enough to prevent theft at their duty posts.
Three weeks after Adamu started befriending the lesbians, the house of his master was broken into by thieves and valuable property carted away while the night watchman was having a good time with Rita and Lora. Adamu was not aware of the theft in the morning after the incident until the police arrested him.
Gamblers, they say, are like the cat with nine lives. They have rare luck. Adamu set out to live the life of a gambler and he always met luck. During the period of his brief stay in Daura, Adamu made friends with many indigenes and one of them known simply as Musa Welder because he does welding work was to bail him out of the police station. Adamu’s friendship with Musa had blossomed as quickly as it was contracted because the welder admired the ease with which the Fulani boy captured any woman he wanted to lay. Musa had hoped to learn from Adamu the secrets to his success with women but try as he may, Adamu refused to tell his friend that he uses spiritual means to get girls since that would mean violating oath of silence which may cost him dearly.
On their return home, Musa pleaded with Adamu to leave Daura with him for Lagos. He pointed out to Adamu that it would be to his advantage to relocate because the theft case will be used to lock him up in prison for a long time if convicted in the court even though the boy pleaded innocent of the crime.
Adamu was unhappy and very restless but he was collected enough to tell his sex-mates the problem he fell into and what he hopes to do. It was not surprising therefore that the two girls decided to stage a farewell sex session for their friend before his departure.
It was 8 o’clock in the night and the weather was cool. The sky was very cloudy and predictably, it started raining. Adamu was inside the room with the two girls. It was Lora who started the act. The two girls had become accustomed to the presence of the watchman that they can undress at will without bothering whether or not he was looking at them.
Lora undressed and came out as clean as she was on the day she was born. She had such exquisite figure. Her breasts were as firm and ripe as mangoes in season. The hairs on her pubic region stood erect like stubborn grass and the area filled with hair as though a gardener was watering them and feeding them with fertilizer. Adamu looked at her thick, erect nipples and his erection became uncontrollable. Rita noticed the boy’s discomfort and started robbing his penis, which was still sheathed inside his trousers. Soon, she was giving him the full mouth blowjob she had always delighted in doing to men. Adamu was now screaming hysterically but in a low sensuous moan, which urged the girl on in their act.
Rita liked particularly the moment when a man releases semen into her. She enjoys the sudden explosion of the slimy, hot liquid into her mouth and she always looked forward to it whenever she was making love with Adamu. His long, fat penis made it appear to her like she was being filled to the brim with sperm whenever he released inside her.
On the night before Adamu’s departure to Lagos with Musa his friend, the love play of the sex-mates was very randy and prolonged. It was as though the lovers will never become satisfied with each other. Eventually however, like every other indulgence, they became satiated and slept off in each other’s arms.
Early in the morning the following day, Musa came and Adamu joined him with the little collection of property that he had which consisted of his clothes, a bow and arrows, the waist dagger and his torchlight. They joined the morning bus to Lagos and entered the ever-busy town late evening.
It was Adamu’s first contact with a big city. Lagos looked to the young man as if it was a foreign country. Daura was a very small town when compared to Lagos and Adamu felt ill at ease in the midst of the surging crowd on every street. The flyovers captivated him even more than the number of people on each street. He thought initially that the vehicles plying the flyovers were flying. He marveled at the ingenuity of the European who could produce cars that fly without wings.
The nomadic boy had seen aircrafts fly across his village and Daura town but he was a novice to the concept of having roads that tower above roof-tops and stretched into the waters to link up with other road networks. It took the explanation of Musa to draw Adamu out of his reverie and stupor each time they strolled out on the streets and the boy saw one of those marvels that are excellent acts of engineering.
One month passed in Lagos before Adamu, secured a job as a night watchman in a private residential home owned by a newly married couple. His master, a banker coordinates the business of his bank in Lagos and the entire southwest and sometimes, he also goes overseas.
The job schedule of the banker involved a lot of traveling and it was just natural for the man to seek extra security for his young wife to boost her confidence during his long absences especially since he forbade her from working.
Adamu’s luck followed him wherever he went. He was instantly the toast of the new couple and he served them equally as house help, messenger, and day watchman. By the time he had stayed in the apartment for one month, his new employers had built so much confidence and trust in him and it was then that Adamu decided to put his acts together and seduce Yemisi, his mistress.
He plotted and waited until the day the master of the house took off on one of his usual business trips and Adamu knew how lonely Yemisi had been in the days of her husband’s absence and how she had wished him home as instantly as his departure.
The morning after the day that Yemisi’s husband left for Abeokuta, Adamu went into the bathroom some minutes to the time his mistress would come out of the house. The building had a security house by the gate. It served as Adamu’s living quarters and the bathroom was built to face the main building. Madam usually came to the veranda every morning to give instructions to Adamu and chat him up whenever she felt lonely.
On the fateful day, the boy had barely removed his clothes when the woman came out. The bathroom door was wide open and Yemisi who usually sat on the steps leading to the front door saw herself staring fixedly at the longest penis she had ever seen in her life time.
Initially, she was shocked and dumb-founded but as the initial reaction faded, she was griped by a nerve- wrecking curiosity, which acted like a magnetic current and pulled her to the bathroom to get a closer view as if to confirm the wise saying that the heart follows the eyes to the regions of desire.
Adamu felt unperturbed. He knew what he has done. The effectiveness of his magic portion on women no longer surprised him. It is natural for him to consider himself a warrior who has set out to conquer women and whoever falls to his seductive charm adds to the powers and the growth of his confidence.
At the door of the bathroom, Yemisi who was moving like a child in a trance reached out and touched Adamu’s penis to assure herself probably that what she saw was in reality a man’s organ. She held firmly on the penis as if her life depended on the grip and said nothing surprisingly to Adamu who allowed her to please herself. Still behaving like someone in a trance, Yemisi removed her nightgown to expose a pair of firm black breasts with stiff nipples that stood as erect and stiff as loyal soldiers at the approach of a superior officer. Adamu was bidding his time and refrained from touching her. He did not want to rush Yemisi so that nobody will accuse him of rape but he was determined to follow her cue and to do whatever she wanted.
As if she was reading his mind, Yemisi bent low toward the half-filled bucket of water and instructed Adamu to insert his long, stiff rod inside her. Obliging her, the boy came from behind and slowly pushed the fifteen-inch flesh into the panting, sex-starved woman. Adamu was equally starved and was only too pleased to secure another sex-mate.
Yemisi was a different woman from the two girls he met in Daura. Adamu observed that she was fleshy at her private region and very hairy. Initially, he blamed the absence of her husband for Yemisi’s seeming over-joy and additional eagerness for the sex game. He noticed that she was extra-wet inside and her cunt seemed prepared for his large penis. It was not possible for him to know then, because of his still limited knowledge of the female anatomy, that Yemisi was not circumcised and that the girls he met in Daura were victims of what society now calls genital mutilation, which largely kills the sexual drive of many girls.
Rita and Lora had rediscovered their sexual potentials by engaging in lesbianism whereas Yemisi was still as natural with her desires as a dog in season.
Adamu fucked Yemisi in the bathroom for about one hour alternating from the dog style to the lying position. The cool cement floor was an added encouragement to the sex-hungry youths, and when Adamu released it was very explosive and exhausting. Both of them finished the bath together and the woman promised that they would do it again after breakfast. Before the end of that day, Adamu was particularly happy that he was able to make love to his mistress four times.
The four rounds lasted about one hour each and every round was as fulfilling as the first one. Madam’s desire knew no bounds. She has discovered a new and more important use to which she can place Adamu. She was so happy that she wished her husband could stay away forever and leave her alone to enjoy the servant exclusively without interference. Her husband stayed away for five days and Yemisi discovered that the five days were the most blissful of her two-year married life.
When he came back, life returned to normal for Yemisi and the servant watchman. She sent him on errands, scolded him when he did anything the wrong way but they made love as soon as the master of the house went to the office. She had sworn the servant to silence and instructed him on how to behave when her husband was around.
Peters, the bank executive, remained in Lagos for three weeks without traveling and it was a very painful period for Yemisi and the servant who were forced to limit their sexual encounters to only one round when he goes to work to avoid being caught in the act.
The ever-busy banker was so blind he never suspected that anything was happening between his wife and the house help. There were so many business meetings and deals to attend to for him to have time to think that his wife was either unhappy or was flirting with someone else. Besides, he had sworn that he loved her and did everything within his powers to make her happy.
During her last birthday, he bought a small, posh Peugeot car for her and during the first anniversary of their wedding, he bought her a cellular phone so that whenever he traveled, they can still be in touch with each other and blow windy kisses to each others and say other sweet things that people say to those they pretend to love so dearly.
On the fourth week after his last trip, Mr. Peters traveled overseas to meet his company’s foreign business partners and his absence gave the lovers the missed opportunity to resume their love affair. Madam saw her husband off to the airport. At the airport, she could not hide her impatience, which was a marked departure from previous occasions when she had wished it was possible for her to change destiny and influence the schedule of duty of her husband so that he would stay more at home than the time he spent away from her.
Mr. Peters did not notice the marked change in his wife’s attitude. He did not even notice her impatience and her silent prayers to God to bring forward the departure time so that her husband could leave for Europe and give her sufficient time to fuck Adamu for two good weeks.
“Two good weeks,” she muttered audibly to herself as she smiled sweetly at her unsuspecting husband who misread her worry and assured her it was not too long. They were at the airport for only thirty minutes before the airplane took off and she rushed back home with her heart pounding vigorously on the way as if it would fall off. She missed Adamu so much and would have made love to him at the gatehouse but she called him into her bedroom and announced to him that her husband will be away for two weeks.
“We shall be sleeping together in the bedroom “, she commanded even as she painted a rosy picture of romance for the mind of the teenage boy.
Adamu was not disturbed. He was excited by the freedom he would have to dominate Madam without interruption for two weeks but loyalty made him to suppress his excitement just as Yemisi started to tug at his trousers while fondling his penis.
Adamu’s response to his mistress was that of obedience, a complete submission to the wishes of the sex-starved woman. Unlike his relationship with his lesbian lovers, where he often asserted himself he allowed Madam to initiate the action, dictate the pace of their relationship and did whatever she wanted. She also controlled the pace of their sex sessions. In making love to women, Adamu saw that it was a veritable tool of domination and conquest. Men conquer the women they were able to derobe and even though women think they control men by allowing themselves to be made love to, many deep thinkers believe that the reverse is the case.
Today, he noticed that madam wanted the dog-style. She had removed her clothes to expose those beautiful, small breasts with the hard, erect nipples, which trembled at the slightest touch. Yemisi literarily tore the clothes off Adamu’s body and bent low by the bed where Adamu met her and thrust his penis into her waiting virgina. She was completely wet as if she had reached orgasm earlier. The woman was trembling with excitement and raw pleasure inside as well as outside. She was moving her buttocks in rhythm with the thrusting movement from Adamu’s fucking. She was moaning softly and it was obvious that she was enjoying herself.
She now guided the boy onto the bed and told him to lie down while she climbed on him. Out of excitement, she screwed herself senseless. She told the boy that anal sex was sweeter and urged him to insert the long penis into her anus. It was so exciting for both of them. They made love endlessly for about three hours before collapsing in each other’s arms and were thereafter over-powered by deep sleep.
The lovers woke up in the evening and madam prepared some pounded yam, which both of them ate together as quickly as possible to enable them resume their love play. The morning love session enlightened Adamu so much. He experimented with anal sex for the first time that morning and he loved it. He was now able to compare rationally between the frontal entry through the virgina and the anal entry. Since his penis was extra long, he enjoyed the back more because the ass-hole took in the entire length of his penis whereas the cunt swallowed only half or three-quarters at the deepest.
It was a new and beautiful experience for the youth. When they went to bed that night, he summoned the courage to tell Madam that he wanted the anal sex again. Yemisi flushed with pleasure. She was happy that the lad enjoyed the act because it also gave her tremendous pleasure when she was fucked from behind.
Comparatively, she enjoyed the watchman more than her husband. Mr. Peters, she recalled, was a weakling on the bed. He dosed off most of the time as-soon-as his head touches the pillow leaving her starved of sex even when he takes a break from his frequent trips within and outside the country.
Yemisi was planning and planning hard about how to prolong her relationship with Adamu. She had started to think of the youth as God-sent. It was to her like a divine response to her silent prayers over her husband’s weakness. Mr. Peters was too involved with his career to the point that he had little time for leisure activities especially sex or even (raising a family].
The uneventful sex life between him and Yemisi came to the point where she started to believe her friends who told her that Mr. Peters married her to please society especially his business partners. He never discussed sex or children and neither bothered about visiting relations or friends who have children. He also did not approve of them visiting his apartment. He regarded having children as an act of imprisonment and avoided the topic as often as possible.
Yemisi knew from the very beginning that she couldn’t have children for Adamu even though she desired her own kids. The affair was a completely illegal thing but whatever misgivings she may have about the relationship, she was too powerless and too deeply involved now to do anything about it. She made up her mind to enjoy herself while the relationship lasted.
Adamu brought her out of her aimless day dreams with a gentle push of his hard penis into her waiting anus. The effect was electrifying for both the boy and the lady. Her thoughts had heightened her desire for the youth. She was lying on her back and he went into her from the right hand side lying sideways. This position gave Yemisi an added advantage of practicing the fingering technique, which she learnt halfway at school.
Playing with her clitoris brought back the memories of secondary school experiences. She remembered how her school mother, an advanced member of the lesbian club, had seduced her. The girl, known to her mates as Anwulika, had a devilish charm, which she readily turned on every girl she fancied in school. Anwulika was reputed to change girls more often than her pants but when she met Yemisi, it looked like the meeting of soul mates. Gossip went round the school often that Anwulika was a nymphomaniac because she allegedly screwed six freshers in one night but used her position as senior prefect to cover up the crime when it leaked. Anwulika loved sex even more than food.
Yemisi’s imagination was wandering but her middle fingers were working on her erect clitoris and Adamu was pumping so much energy and pleasure into her body from behind. She lost count of time. She started to feel as if her body was no longer hers. She was floating on the wings of pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her body felt numb.
She has never had this level of ecstasy before. It was as if she was going out of her mind. Then suddenly, it happened. She orgasmed. It was an explosive type of release with chain reactions, which shook her body so violently she screamed like someone drowning. “Yeah, yeah, yeah baa meooo!!” she screamed before releasing her grip of the rushing cream. Even Adamu was frightened but he could not help releasing his hold on his sperm at that moment and it came out in floods too. It was evidently brought on by Yemisi’s orgasm and when the fluid had inter-mingled, the two lovers slept off exhausted by the game and too tired to even clean up. Yemisi told the boy to leave the rod inside her. She loved the feeling of having a warm penis inside her virgina while she slept peacefully. It was something her husband had denied her for so long. Infact, he was incapable of doing it.
The lovers made love repeatedly everyday throughout the week, whenever and wherever it pleased them. The inter-change of current was so high between them that they forgot the steady rush of time and became careless. Yemisi would move about the flat completely nude conscious of the effect that her nudity was having on Adamu who maintained an almost perpetual erection.
Yemisi encouraged him to be free with her body and he was able to touch her anytime and at any part of the body without fear. Adamu was very happy beyond his widest imagination and was only too pleased to do Madam’s bidding for sex, sex and more sex.
The cultivation of Epicurean tastes even for one week has its dangers especially when such indulgences are allowed to take over the rational thinking of the practitioners. Epicureans who promote the chase after pleasure did not forget to caution adherents of this philosophy on the disadvantages of over-indulgence. Too much pleasure can make the fool forget that the sun rises from the east. Yemisi and Adamu had so much good time together. The woman forgot that she was married and both of them became careless maybe because few visitors came to the house. So, on many occasions, they forgot to lock the main door to the living room.
Mr. Peters was billed to spend fourteen days in Europe before returning to Nigeria but he completed his assignment early and came back on the twelfth day. The British Airways flight, which brought him back, arrived Lagos in the night and Mr. Peters hired an airport taxi to take him home.
Sensing that the night watchman may be asleep, he knocked on the gate but was surprised that there was no response. He was forced to climb the gate to get into his compound, which was quiet and looked deserted. Yemisi and Adamu were fast asleep in the master bedroom and were quite oblivious of the activity in the outside world.
Before they slept off, the two lovers had indulged in a marathon sex session that lasted for about four hours. The two of them were thoroughly exhausted and slept like drunken men who do not only pass out anywhere, after having too much drink, but sleep so deep and very freely even in gutters.
Surprise and fear gripped Mr. Peters as he inserted his door key into the keyhole and without knowing the unpleasant sight that awaited him, the banker went straight to the bedroom without announcing himself as he reasoned that it would be incautious to disturb his wife who must be sleeping at that hour of the night. It was almost 12 mid-night.
The bedroom door was wide open and the blue bulb made the scene peaceful and inviting. Mr. Peters was holding his traveling bag, which had dollars and unspent pound sterling among other items. At London, he had bought many presents for his wife and he intended to make a surprise offering to her when he returned. Now, it turned out that his hopes will be dashed but he innocently went into the bedroom without expecting that the night watchman will be sleeping on his own bed. A mixture of emotional reaction ran through his veins at what he saw when he came into the bedroom.
First, it was fear. Then, doubt took over, before anger finally settled in. God saved the lovers. If Mr. Peters had a gun, what the police would have seen in the morning were dead bodies. He felt cheated. He felt betrayed by his wife and his security/general duty employee.
As he analyzed the situation, he felt angrier. This was a wife he loved with all his heart and did everything within his powers to please. She lacked nothing that money can buy. He reasoned that where his contemporaries starved their wives of funds, he placed Yemisi on N50, 000 per annum for doing nothing.
He forbade her from working but he ensured that he provided her with a N4, 500 monthly salaries apart from N500 weekly pocket money and N2, 000 house keeping allowance, which she also got every week. In other words, Madam collected from Mr. Peters an average of N7, 000 every week apart from fuel money and the presents of clothes and other expensive items.
Mr. Peters stood by the bed for about fifteen minutes. The brief period looked like eternity. He took in every picture of the sleeping couple and he wished he had a camera. No, he wished that his imagination can function like a photocopying machine so he can reproduce the unpleasant scene the way it was and sway public opinion to his favour for he was a man who cared so much about what people thought about him.
He did not want to be regarded as someone who could not keep his marriage and it bothered him that people would now see him as a failure in the marriage department. Despite the restraining emotions however, anger, which is as powerful and as destructive as fuel in a burning apartment, broke through the other classmates struggling for recognition in his mind; and he felt like a prisoner who was chained but regained his freedom unexpectedly.
First, he woke his wife up by shaking her vigorously and when she opened her eyes, she could not believe the apparition before her sight. She thought initially that it was part of her dream. She witnessed such scenes several times in the past days without knowing that the kind God of creation was warning her to be careful if she wanted to retain her marriage.
Dreams are a veritable source of useful information, which can help humanity to grow, but only few, a very insignificant few give attention to the useful, detailed hints in their dreams.
Yemisi dismissed the vision as a dream and slept off again almost immediately causing her husband to become highly irritated. He shook her violently and she now woke up fully alert but it took her some seconds to realize that she was naked and sleeping with Adamu, the night watchman/houseboy in the master’s bedroom while the master himself was watching.
When full consciousness returned to Yemisi, she jumped out of the bed like an international high-jump athlete competing for the Olympic Games screaming, “Yea.” The physical presence of her husband was both like an apparition and the images deposited in our minds by the invisible but active angels of night who make us dream sweet dreams but frighten us whenever it pleased them. But, this was Mr. Peters in person.
In her shock and disbelieve, Yemisi could only utter: “What happened”? The question was not directed to anyone in particular but Mr. Peters, sensing the stupor in the sleepy woman’s head told her that he came back home earlier than he had wished.
Yemisi could not believe that she was in the real world. Adamu was still fast asleep and as naked as Yemisi who grabbed at her wrapper to cover her bare body causing her husband to smile wickedly at her action.
Summoning up courage, Yemisi now addressed her husband like before saying, “Darling, I did not expect you back suddenly. You were to come back next week Wednesday; what happened”?
Mr. Peters who had regained control of his emotions told her coldly that he finished his business transactions earlier than anticipated and decided to return home instead of wasting time abroad.
It devastated Yemisi who looked at her husband, assessing his expressions and wondering what was going on inside his mind over the Fulani youth lying down contentedly on the luxurious bed; oblivious of the scene near him.
During periods of intense crises, involving those who truly love each other, efforts are usually made either by one or both parties to patch-up any damage to the relationship before it leaks out to the public. The two lovers were at the critical moment now in their lives where both of them can make or mar their relationship but Mr. Peters was not in the mood for reconciliation.
He loved Yemisi beyond doubt but what she did was unforgivable. “My own house boy and watchman,” he reasoned, while searching his mind to find what the boy had which he lacked. Eventually, he dismissed the thought that there was something missing in him which the Fulani boy had supplied his wife. But at that moment, he remembered the fatherly advice from his grand-dad on his wedding day.
The old man had warned him to beware of placing so much confidence and trust on the female form. He had dismissed the advice then as the rambling of a drunken old man who had nothing fresh to give his grand son. But now, every angle of the advice brought fresh thoughts and deep meaning to the mind of the disappointed banker.
It would have made the top charts for film directors to make video clips of the suspense between Mr. Peters, his wife; Yemisi and the sleeping Adamu who was stack naked like the day he was born.
Yemisi, now fully recovered, from her shock, did not like the scene and she was the first to break the suspense. She shook Adamu so violently that the youth thought the house was burning. It was literarily burning but he was so deep in his sleep to know it and when he woke up, he came up with that look of stupor, which informs the intelligent adversary that the opponent is at their mercy. It was the look that says loudly: “Just do with me as you please whatever you wish. I shall not resist your punishment.”
Mr. Peters was too much of a gentle man to create violent scenes in his home and attract negative public attention to himself. He calmly told the boy to go outside and he addressed his wife in the most unbelievable calm tone that anyone can muster.
“Yemisi, I can see that you are very ungrateful. I find it difficult to believe that you will cheapen and degrade yourself so low as to sleep with your houseboy. However, nothing is lost. You can go with the boy. Go away with the boy as calmly as you can and take your car with you. I do not want any scene. If you follow my directives, nobody will hear about what happened. Please, do not ever contact me or try to beg. The marriage is over. I want both of you to leave by 5a.m. I will tell whoever asks that you traveled.”
It was then, that Yemisi’s tears took over and fell like torrential rain. She wept uncontrollably and begged Mr. Peters’ at intervals but her husband maintained his position. He was a very principled man who stood firm to defend the positions he took on any issue.
When Yemisi saw the helplessness of the situation, she started to park her belongings. She called Adamu and told him of the master’s wish that both of them should leave by 5p.m. Adamu resigned himself to fate and did his Madam’s bidding. He was a very obedient boy. At a quarter to 5a.m. Mr. Peters, who could not sleep throughout the remaining period of the night, emerged from the guest room where he stayed to inform Yemisi that it will soon be morning and that he meant to carry out his threat to forcefully eject her if she did not leave voluntarily by 5a.m. His eyes were red and misty and it was obvious that he had been crying in a manly way inside the guest room.
Yemisi walked out of the bedroom at exactly five minutes to 5a.m. and paused at the parlour to say goodbye to her husband but he walked away shouting in a low tone, “Please just go away; go “.
Downcast and moody, Yemisi walked to her car and finding the youth waiting outside asked him to get in. As the car passed through the house gate, she released her grip on the biting pain in her heart and replaced it with courage, hope and faith in the future. She started planning her future immediately.
She would drive to the apartment of her friend and classmate Iyabo, a highbrow society lady who lived at Victoria Island (VI) as it was popularly called in those days. The spinster lived alone in a four bedroom flat and would be too happy to take-in the two of them, she thought. lyabo was a flashy teenage girl at school and she represented the society of passion, pleasure, power and fashion on the campus. No party was complete then without this wild rose. She was dated by almost everybody on campus until she joined a notorious all-female cult group called the “Jezebels “, which was reputed to be a training platform for lesbians.
Yemisi remembered the membership rules of the Jezebels, which required that each member must introduce or convert a minimum of five girls to the evil act every school year to avoid being punished. Such membership rules were for the purpose of ensuring continuity and it also kept the girls close. Many of them maintained contact with each other even after the university and while the majority married and drifted away from the lesbian practice, there were the unrepentant few like lyabo who carried lesbianism into women liberation activities to the point that they have become liabilities to themselves, their families and society by refusing to marry.
The long drive from Ikorodu to Victoria Island enabled Yemisi to think about the past. She recalled some aspects of her life and especially the day Iyabo seduced her before initiating her into the Jezebel cult.
She was then a fresher at the campus and it was a welcome thing to have new friends especially among the older under-graduates. lyabo approached her at the library as she was checking out some books and both of them fell in easily with each other. Before long, they were chatting as if they had known one another since life began and lyabo invited her to the hostel where she was treated to one of the nice meals she would eat on campus.
After spending close to four hours at lyabo’s room, the senior girl had accompanied Yemisi to her own hostel where she suggested that they bath together. The unsuspecting Yemisi agreed and it was while they were bathing that lyabo made sweet love to her. It was not the first time for Yemisi but she was not as experienced as the older girl. Her experiences in that department at the secondary school was passive submission to her school mother who used her whenever she wanted but taught her nothing about how to respond to the love play.
It was different with Iyabo who spent time exploring the body of her partner slowly, very slowly by tracing her fingers and sensitive palms all over Yemisi’s supple body, while encouraging her partner to do the same. Their love plays in the bathroom that night had been pure electric and spontaneous. lyabo had a way of making the body of another female come alive with electric energy. Each stroke of her sensitive fingers brought sharp, sweet currents, which left the recipient panting for more. She reached down into the being of her partner and brought out her sexual currents.
Yemisi recalled that from the bathroom, the two of them had retired into the hostel to apply cream on their bodies and lyabo offered to rob the cream on her. The touch of her fingers and palms was sheer ecstasy. lyabo caressed her until she thought she would die from the sweetness of the pleasure. Every touch was slow and deliberate. Goose bumps rose and descended on her body like water currents or waves on the ocean and she lost count of how many times she had come. She loved lyabo for it.
Even now as she drove to lyabo’s house, the thought of that first day made her feel wet. She was so wet she thought her menstruation had started. Thinking about lyabo, she now compared her love life with the lesbian to her experience in the hands of Adamu, her house help and she came to the conclusion that the two experiences were complete, independent and rich in their own separate rights.
She reasoned that the ultimate aim of sex, apart from bearing children, was for the satisfaction of the hunger or appetite or sex urge. She wondered whether men get the type of satisfaction that women derive from sex. The experience of satisfaction for a woman who was thoroughly sexed is complete. Sex is something more spiritual than most people would like to believe. Iyabo like few women who have had deep orgasm can testify does not only feel saturated when she experiences satisfying sex but she longs to have such satisfaction everyday. It is a contradiction of emotions; she thought but assured herself that there was nothing wrong in it.
Until she met lyabo, Yemisi never believed that a woman can orgasm or that she could experience chain reactions during love play as to fall into deep sleep. She wondered why she never experienced orgasm in the hands of her school mother even though the later usually behaved strangely each time they made love.
Yemisi was still day-dreaming when they reached lyabo’s place and she instructed the boy to wait in the car while she went upstairs to notify her old girl friend of their presence. While she was gone, Adamu wondered what would happen to him. Madam did not talk to him since they left Oga’s house early morning. What was going on around her mind, he wondered. He blamed himself for bringing misfortune to the woman and he promised to compensate her by working very hard for her and on her wherever the two of them may live.
It was obvious to the boy now that Yemisi liked him and did not want to lose him. So, he watched, prayed silently and waited. He could hear the echo of laughter from Yemisi and another woman. The two ladies were prating, like young girls, as each one tried to tell the other the story of her life. Iyabo told Yemisi how she picked the ticket of a political party and won election as a councillor and now works in the Lagos Island Local Government Council.
Yemisi narrated the story of her failed marriage to a banker and blamed the man for contributing to the break-up of the marriage. She accused him of being cold in bed, of having weak erection and of womanizing outside while neglecting her at home. She now painted the picture of her meeting with Adamu, how he has single handedly revived her dull sex-life, how brilliant and hard working the boy had been adding hints about Adamu’s huge penis and his enormous sex appetite.
lyabo’s desire was aroused. She wanted to see this wonder boy. No. She wanted to see this something, which misled Yemisi to break up her marriage. She agreed to take them in. The boy, she said, should stay in one of the guest rooms and become their housekeeper while the second spare room was allocated to Yemisi, leaving only one room for lyabo’s other visitors, who may come another day. When Yemisi and Adamu settled in, lyabo could not hide her curiosity over the prowess of the Fulani boy. She wanted to confirm to herself that everything said by Yemisi about the boy were true.
During, the first weeks of their arrival at Victoria Island, Adamu and Yemisi were able to forget the past. Yemisi was busy looking for work and she would drive out into town to deposit application letters at offices or attend interviews. Her lack of experience worked seriously against her as most employers wanted some experience to back up qualifications bearing in mind that it costs so much in time and money to train a fresh applicant on the rules of business or office practice. Her husband had prevented her from working when she was with him.
Yemisi went out one morning on her usual rounds and as usual left Adamu and lyabo at home. She excused herself from work on the fateful day as a result of a slight fever, which made her uncomfortable. Adamu woke up that morning feeling very energetic. He had taken over the work in the apartment without effort; washing and cleaning so hard that every place sparkled so neatly. He was a good student who learnt fast while he lived with Yemisi and her former husband. Yemisi taught him how to clean and arrange the houses to keep everything orderly.
On the fateful day, he had washed Yemisi’s clothes and feeling still energetic, knocked on the door of lyabo’s bedroom to ask her to bring her dirty clothes for washing. lyabo was still sleepy but she lay on her bed half awake when Adamu knocked. Since their arrival, lyabo noticed that Adamu was a silent, withdrawn boy who looked harmlessly likeable. Adamu respected her to the point of fear and did everything within his powers to please both Yemisi and lyabo. The shock and pain of their expulsion from Mr. Peter’s home was still very fresh and they had not resumed their love acts.
lyabo wished she could re-establish her lesbian acts with Yemisi and she desired Adamu more out of curiosity than a genuine wish for a male penis. Given the choice between a man and a woman, lyabo will choose a woman for a sex mate. She was prominent among the world’s most unrepentant lesbians who made the practice look like a normal routine. Politics brought her into serious contact with men but her relationship with the opposite sex never lasted beyond one month. She was very domineering and fell out easily with men.
When Adamu knocked on the door, lyabo asked him to come in. The boy came in and asked for her dirty clothes and she went to her wardrobe, collected about six clothes, and handed them over to him. As he stretched his hands to collect the clothes, lyabo reached out with her right hand and fondled the boy’s penis to know his reaction. The boy said nothing. He simply smiled and walked away.
Adamu’s cool response annoyed lyabo. Other men would have dropped the clothes to take after the signal she had given or did the boy not understanding that she wanted him to make love to her, she thought. lyabo did not know that she was playing with fire. Her heart was pounding vigorously and she thought that the best approach was to take the bull by the horn. She resolved to tell the boy what she wanted.
She unbuttoned her night gown and opened it wide so that her supple breasts protruded with their needle points positioned at such dangerous angles as to make any man cower for her. The most dangerous woman on earth is the woman who sets out to seduce a man. Such a woman is even more dangerous if she happens to be a lesbian whose pride has been wounded by someone she had set out to woo.
Meanwhile, Adamu had sensed that the woman wanted him and prepared himself to face the encounter. When he collected her clothes, he was not ready for what she wanted. As soon as he got back to the bathroom, he soaked the clothes in the water, removed his clothes and uttered the ritual word silently. The bathroom door was open. He was hoping that when lyabo comes out to brush her teeth or urinate, she might catch a glimpse of his penis. While, he made the preparation, he was not aware that lyabo had decided to seduce him and she was also not aware of what she would meet at the bathroom.
She was happy when she saw the open bathroom door. She hoped to surprise Adamu by appearing suddenly at the doorway in her nakedness. This time, she thought, he would bend. Adamu was still taking his bath. He had suspended the washing. After uttering the key word, it takes his penis between five to ten seconds to be fully erect. It had already grown to its full length and throbbing when lyabo appeared at the door. What she saw made her breathless. “Oh, my God,” shot out of her lips involuntarily. She did not know whether to shout or cry from a mixture of fright, wonder and desire. Adamu pretended not to see her knowing as he did that his penis acts like a magnet upon any girl or woman who sees his manhood.
lyabo was now trapped. The hunter has now become a prey. She wanted to run back to her bedroom but her eyes could not turn away from the erect one-foot-plus throbbing flesh before her. Infact, to worsen her case, her legs became weak and she moved forward into the bathroom to have a closer look. It is said that the heart goes where the eyes are directed. She was surprised but helpless to the situation as her desire for the boy rose like something fueled by invisible forces.
“Adamu, please,” She pleaded, “I want you to fuck me. I want you to do it now,” she heard herself saying rather gleefully. Her heart was meanwhile pounding like hammer being hit on iron in her chest. She has never felt so drawn to any man like that before. Her body was literarily on fire.
Adamu reached out his hand to her and lyabo held it to climb into the shower area after dropping her nightgown by the door. lyabo was as hungry for sex and was trembling like a newborn baby who was starved of milk for 24 hours. She felt like swallowing the boy in her eagerness to have him inside her.
Making love in a standing position without a bed or table for support is a strenuous business. By now, Adamu had become used to the backward drive. He was a good pupil in the hands of Yemisi and his first lovers at Daura. Taking control of the situation, the boy guided his thick rod into lyabo’s waiting cunt and it did not take the lady long to start speaking in tongues.
“My, my, my, mother told me that, that yea, yea, it is so sweet, sweet, sweetie. Oh babe, give it, give it to me,” she rambled on incoherently to the in and outward movement of Adamu’s penis. The boy had been starved of sex for about three weeks as a result of his crisis and lyabo became an opportunity for him to release pent up energy.
lyabo swore after the action that Adamu’s long penis got into the hole of her throat from her back. Although she was simply exaggerating, she believed it to be true. She even added during a conversation with Yemisi that Adamu’s semen was enough to fill a bucket and as thick as a deliberately thickened pap. It was this conversation that made Yemisi to know that lyabo has made love to Adamu. She knew that it was bound to take place someday and she was powerless and unable to prevent it. The two friends decided to strike a deal over the boy to prevent them from quarrelling. Adamu was instructed to sleep with the women on alternative days. One woman had Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday while the other had Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.
Yemisi allowed lyabo to have the boy for four days while Adamu slept with her only three days in the week as a way of compensating and thanking lyabo for harbouring them. She explained the arrangement to Adamu who approved the deal. The ladies also placed him on the salary he was paid by Mr. Peters and life looked so rosy for the three of them especially as Yemisi had secured employment in an oil company.
Three months into their relationship, the greedy side of lyabo took control of her sense of judgement and she drew up a plan to monopolise Adamu for keeps. Within the three months she had re-started her lesbian relationship with Yemisi and they often invited Adamu to participate in their sexual romp to the point that the near perfect arrangement of sharing Adamu between days did not quite work out.
lyabo was having the best of time in her life sexually and she had nothing to lose either materially or socially. Her secure position as a councillor placed her ahead of her pears and she called all sorts of parties to celebrate one form of blessing or another. Sometimes, she hosted an all-female party for former members of the Jezebel club to enable them relive their old days together at school. During such parties, Adamu was allowed into the parlour to participate in some of the revelry. The boy was having more flick than he ever bargained for or thought was possible. The women respected him for because of what he gave them. Visitors to the house usually mistook him for the relation of one of the women because he was free in the house and was never maltreated or ordered about like many people do to their house helps.
One day he laid six girls at a stretch in the house and almost collapsed from sheer exhaustion as well as too much booze. lyabo and Yemisi had introduced alcohol to him and Adamu went for the beverage as if his life depended on it. When he discovered that it can boost his energy even more than before, he demanded for it from the girls.
By the time he lived with Yemisi and lyabo for one year, Adamu had fucked more girls than boys his age will ever dream of doing throughout their lifetime. The story of his prowess on the bed moved round Yemisi and Iyabo’s friends like wild harmattan fire. From practice, he developed the instinct of knowing when a woman was in heat and needed real hard screwing. Adamu had plunged himself into a very uncertain, dangerous world without knowing it.
Most women have insatiable appetite for sex and when the woman happens to be a natural, uncircumcised lesbian, any man meeting her for friendship and sex should be sure that he would be stepping on a dangerous terrain. lyabo was one of those women who can fuck any man she likes from morning until next morning without quitting first. She handles women even better because she is a rare breed of a human being. She was demanding so much fun from Adamu and was equally using Yemisi to satisfy her desires for a female’s touch and made up by giving them lavish gifts of clothes and jewelries. The result of lyabo’s persistent demands was that Yemisi and Adamu were having less time together. She made it a habit to walk into them on the days allocated to Yemisi to participate with them in their copulation. She once confessed to Yemisi that she liked sex more than food.
Yemisi and Adamu tolerated lyabo’s domineering attitude. She had prevented and infact forbade them from locking their doors. She preached the gospel of openness and less secrecy and lived the philosophy herself by walking around the apartment naked except for her sleeping gown or just a pant. She reasoned that sex is sweeter if one can have it whenever and wherever one desired it. Her bedroom door was always open with the curtains drawn aside so that whatever was going on in her room was seen by everybody in the apartment.
Yemisi went to work in the daytime and came back by 7p.m. Most days, she would come back home feeling hungry and tired only to meet lyabo and Adamu making love in lyabo’s bedroom with the door wide open. The regularity of these scenes was raking on her nerves but she felt hopelessly incapable of doing anything about it. She was growing jealous and irritable everyday.
She enjoyed her lesbian relationship with lyabo and equally enjoyed the satisfaction of being screwed by Adamu and worried that her emotions might betray her to her two friends. One Saturday, she wept bitterly in her room after thinking about her hopeless situation. It was Adamu who discovered her in such a miserable state and informed lyabo after trying unsuccessfully to calm his mistress down.
lyabo went into Yemisi’s room with only her pants on and her bare breasts jutting out with the nipples as pointed as needlepoints. Her body was warm; her heart beat smarting with the thought of what she planned to do to Yemisi.
Yemisi was lying on her bed sideways with her back to the door. lyabo entered the room as noiselessly as she could followed closely by Adamu. lyabo climbed the bed and slowly undressed the weeping lady who tried desperately but unsuccessfully to free herself. Since lyabo was stronger, she subdued the protesting woman and grabbed one of her breast with the right hand while taking the other into her mouth. The touch of lyabo’s warm mouth on Yemisi’s breasts sent pleasurable chill into her head. She relaxed while lyabo manipulated her body with the superior knowledge of a senior Jezebel. Adamu was watching from a distance. He knew that today was different from the other days and decided not to approach until called upon to do so.
Yemisi had stopped crying and was now moaning with pleasure over the “punishment” she was receiving from her majestic superior. The memory of their school days came back to her. It was an offence of the highest order for a junior to refuse sex to a senior in the Jezebel Club. Those who were found guilty of doing so were sentenced to group “punishment” which comprised making love to all the members of the group who will each inflect nail cuts and bites at any part of the offending member’s body especially the most sensitive parts such as the breasts, the stomach, the cunt, the laps and the ears. The experience was both exciting and painful as a mixture of pain-pleasure usually runs through ones veins. Iyabo had intensified her act; she was kissing Yemisi full on the lips while fondling her breasts. She traced kisses all over the woman’s face and her neck while Yemisi’s body warmed up to the intense pleasure she was receiving. Her thoughts were racing and she forgot all the hatred she had nursed against lyabo.
She told lyabo how sweet it was to be loved by her and promised to be a good girl throughout her life. The pleasure welling up in her body was like solid enjoyment and she floated or seemed to float outside her body. lyabo was doing sometime magical with her clitoris. She was sucking and nibbling at the jutting end. It surprised Yemisi how her body can assume such sweetness. It was indescribable. Mr. Peter’s, her former husband was completely incapable of giving her pleasure. Adamu never came close to manipulating her body for her with such expertise. Adamu can fuck a woman from morning till night and fill her up to the mouth with sperm but the boy does not know anything about romance which in libido quarters is described as the systematic manipulation of a person’s body through touch, kisses or other methods to the point of generating pleasurable enjoyment of the body my the recipient..
lyabo’s touch was fire. Her fingers were capable of generating such heat and electricity in the body to light up a hundred watt electric bulb, if the body can hold a socket. lyabo’s body was burning with the pleasure of love and she had willed herself to take it all into her system. She surrendered completely and was sailing on cloud nine on her way to the seventh heaven.
lyabo was holding her nipples between the tips of her fingers and squeezing them while she was sucking at the woman’s clit. Yemisi could not count how many times she rose and dived into the intensity and consuming fire of climax. Yet, the senior lady refused to let go until much later when Yemisi’s body had fallen into half sleep, half consciousness. When she was responding like a drunken half-wit, lyabo beckoned on Adamu who was beside himself with excitement at the corner of the room, to give Yemisi a serious fucking.
Adamu mounted Yemisi like one would climb a ready horse. The woman’s vagina was wet and soft to the touch of his penis and he had no problem sliding it down into the warm, waiting pit. He moved rhythmically in and out of the half-sleepy woman who looked like she had taken two cartons of bear. lyabo lay down besides Yemisi naked, with her legs spread apart. She was masturbating while Adamu fucked Yemisi. She now beckoned on Adamu to alternate the action by periodically fucking her also, reasoning that Yemisi must have had enough.
The boy did not like the interruption. He was getting close to releasing his first load of sperm and removing it from Yemisi’s cunt meant delayed action. Reluctantly, be pulled the long, hard flesh out of the sleepy woman’s vagina, dragging a long chain of slippery sperm with him into lyabo’s waiting cunt. He fucked lyabo with all his strength. Her desire for Adamu’s penis had grown lately to the annoyance of the boy’s mistress. Unfortunately also, lyabo’s domineering attitude prevented her from noticing that Yemisi was growing jealous, desperate and angry.
Adamu spent close to forty minutes on lyabo and was on his second round when Yemisi woke up. She quietly climbed out of bed, went to the bathroom and took her bath. When she came out, the two lovers were still frolicking on her bed. She dressed up and went to the local market where she bought foodstuff and other household items. It was her turn to cook for one whole week and the person whose turn it was to cook usually fills the apartment store with necessary food items. Adamu usually escorted the women to market either separately or when they went together. Neither him nor lyabo read meanings to Yemisi’s actions but the woman was boiling with anger and she planned to sort the matter out her own way.
First, she called Adamu when lyabo went to town to remind him that she was instrumental to his employment by Mr. Peters, her former husband. She reminded him about what she had suffered because of him. “Now you have two wives and it appears that you love your second wife better than the first wife who did not leave you at your hour of need,” Yemisi remarked anger filling her head and swelling her chest. As the boy said nothing afraid and confused by the sudden outpouring of jealousy, Yemisi continued.
“You must remember that this is Lagos. I am an indigene and you are a stranger. If you do not stop fucking lyabo, I will make you miss in this town. It will serve to pay you for breaking my marriage and allowing my friend to seduce you.”
The warning came as a big blow to Adamu. All the time, he thought the two women appreciated his services and understood the terms under which he was offering himself to them. He thought that they had reached a mutual agreement to have him in turns. He wanted to ask Madam what was wrong but he has learnt to keep his distance when she was in her frequent bad moods. So, he waited to present lyabo with the surprise news. When she was told that Yemisi was blowing hot over her love affair with Adamu, lyabo boasted that she has never been defeated by any other woman with whom she had to contest the love of another person before and will never permit any woman to defeat her.
On Sunday morning, lyabo woke early and threw Yemisi, out of the flat with a stern warning that she should never contact Adamu or come near him again. She doubled Adamu’s salary and promised to buy a car for him if the boy agrees to stay with her. Adamu agreed and stayed.
Yemisi hit the streets again with her car and her belongings and plotted revenge while she sought for where to stay. She made friends easily in her work place and one of her admirers was Nicholas, a dashing bachelor who chases everything in skirt in the silly hope to beat Casanova’s record of laying the highest number of women in history. Already, he has successfully compiled a long list of his conquests and he wished to add Yemisi to the list but she had effectively held him at bay. She drove to his place thinking as she went that a familiar devil is better than nothing. She promised herself to get her own apartment in the shortest possible time and save herself the embarrassment of being thrown out by people so often.
Nicholas was overjoyed to shelter Yemisi. He usually called her “Misi” saying it was more romantic and easier to pronounce. She was not in a good mood that night for sex but any animal which strays into a lion’s den must be sure it will not come out alive. She gave in to Nicholas who almost ate her alive like a hungry, half-starved lion. While he was making love to Yemisi, she thought about how to make Adamu and lyabo pay dearly for their crime.
She hated Iyabo for snatching Adamu but she hated Adamu more for shattering her secure world. It had been one trouble after another since she discovered that boy’s penis. Oh, that sweet penis, she thought and longed for it again. She was beginning to miss it already and it was then that she realised she could not feel the thing inside her, which had been Nicholas’ penis. She had never thought about it before but now that it came, she gave it her full thought. She recalled that she did not enjoy sex with any other man since she met Adamu and tested his penis and his satanic love-making. He pumped, a woman so vigorously and filled her with so much sperm that she would not desire another man.
Yemisi recalled that while she was married, she always wanted Adamu inside her even after her husband had made sweet love to her. When she left her husband, she noticed that after making love to other men, she never felt satisfied until Adamu completes the circle. His touch was like the endorsement by a master of letters, prepared by a secretary. Without the signature, the letter is incomplete. Without Adamu’s touch, her body ached with unrequited desire. She started sobbing and Nicholas thought it meant an approval of his performance. He screwed Yemisi harder only to recoil when she said in between her sobbing: “Please Adamu, please come back to me, please.”
The following day, she wasted no time in putting her plans into practice. She wanted revenge and she wanted it in its coldest form. She drove to the motor garage where she arranged with the ever-ready Lagos area boys to kidnap Adamu and eliminate lyabo. Jezebels are unforgiving. Any opponent who crosses their part survives only by the grace of God. She paid the hired assassins N200, 000 and left instructions that Adamu should also be killed if it was not possible to kidnap him. It was better that he died. He should be removed from the face of the earth if she would not have him, she reasoned.
Yemisi forgot that Adamu was a night watchman. Although pleasure had overtaken his career ambition, his reflexes and instincts were still as active and sensitive as before. Besides, most watchmen in Africa, knowing the risks and how dangerous their job is, do not work empty handed without some form of protection to fortify them for their work. Robbers, head hunters, ritualists and assassins usually prowled the cities day and night especially in Lagos, in their hundreds looking for victims. No day passed without mutilated bodies being picked on the sidewalks of this nation’s commercial nerve centre, unfortunate victims of either of the men of the underworld.
The old medicine man in Adamu’s village had been so kind to the boy because of the chap’s father. When Adamu asked for a love portion, the old man had secretly added to it some protection concoction, which acted not only as an early warning device for the boy but it also removed him completely from the scenes of serious danger unharmed through various mysterious ways.
When the team of three assassins arrived their apartment that night, it never occurred to them that the person they were sent to kill would be armed with anything as lethal or dangerous as a dane gun. The boy had fired the loaded gun blindly toward the direction where some unusual movement was noticed and he fatally wounded one of the assailants who was abandoned by his comrades in arms for the police to pick up the following morning.
The price we pay when we disturb the peace and spill blood is usually too great. Infact, each human blood that drops on the ground, through violence, hatred or envy, demands more blood as compensation and without the intervention of reason or superior argument or wisdom, the blood letting that was triggered off by the wastage of one drop, continues to flow indefinitely. Many civilizations and humanity in general have fallen for the wrong assumption that only blood can be used to compensate for another person’s blood.
Yemisi and Adamu murdered peace without knowing the repercussion of their conduct. Yemisi made enemies with lyabo and Adamu apart from her former husband. On the other hand, Adamu’s enemies have now swollen to include not only Yemisi but also the three assassins who failed to kill him on their first attempt.
lyabo felt unsafe and used the instrument of her office to ask for police protection but as a mere councillor, the police watched over her house for only one week and withdrew.
Meanwhile, the hired assassins were hell bent on carrying out their assignment despite the police case hanging over the head of their colleague who was discharged from hospital but held in prison custody.
The killers felt that only by killing Adamu or lyabo would they avenge the shooting of their colleague and only then would they justify the money they received from Yemisi. So, they trailed Adamu and lyabo making life very difficult for the two of them.
It was after a second attempt on his life at Ikeja while he had gone to buy foodstuff that Adamu decided to relocate to Port Harcourt in the interest of peace and safety.
He left on a weekend after bidding farewell to lyabo who was sympathetic and understanding even though she wished that both of them could still have happy days together. She gave in however realizing that sometimes, we must allow commonsense to rule over our desires. This awareness which came to Iyabo as a result of her mature disposition in life enabled the lady to let Adamu go but made him promise to visit her anytime he was in Lagos.
Three weeks later, Adamu had secured another employment in the “Garden City” through a Mallam who took to the boy at first sight. A Dutchman working for an oil company in Port Harcourt employed him. Mr. Kurtsman liked the youthful look of the Fulani boy and his refined disposition and gave him employment without hesitation or questions. He was to work as security man and gardener to the Dutch family.
Adamu earned well and was accommodated at the boy’s quarters within the spacious compound. As he settled down, the inglorious desires for sex within him began to stir and he started to notice the beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter of Mr. Kurtsman. The young, attractive girl had joined her parents in Nigeria barely three months before Adamu was employed and apart from being innocent of the ways of life, she had not known how cleaver Nigerian men were or how far some of them can go to get a woman.
Mrs. Kurtsman, her mother worked at a local secondary school as a teacher and until mother and father returned from work, Mary was left to her own devices to use her time the way she liked and this translated into watching videos, compact discs, kiddies games and listening to the radio station for music but despite the inventiveness of the electronic world, the periodic distractions created by artificial devices have their limit and often becomes boring.
Mary tried on few occasions to drive away her boredom by engaging Adamu in conversation without knowing what danger she was attracting to herself. The brief ten minutes chat with the house help were often conducted in stammering English because Adamu was not thoroughly versed in the language yet. Thanks to his brilliant disposition. He gained a lot from the nomadic school and whereas the primary school served as foundation, he enriched his grasp of the language through mixing with city girls. Yemisi must be given credit for educating him so much while they were together.
One day, Adamu activated his magic trap when Mary’s parents had gone to work. He chose the open space close to the wall, which was near Mary’s bedroom. Mary was inside the room but she was compelled to look outside by the unusual noise beside her window.
When she drew the curtains and Adamu’s naked body met her sight, the young girl almost fainted with curiosity. She could not believe that a man’s penis could be so long. She had watched more blue films than any Nigerian girl her age can dream of watching but there was nothing like what she had seen. Back home in Vienna, she made love a couple of times with her regular boyfriend and three other classmates who developed sudden crush for her. She recalled that those boys who were almost Adamu’s age had tiny things they called penis, which hardly made any substantial impression on her during love play.
This was something different, she thought. It was a he-man’s penis and gradually, a desire to have the piece of flesh inside her was aroused. Besides, she thought, it would be a very romantic experience to make love to a black man for the first time in her life. Adamu’s medicine has a peculiar way of paralyzing the senses so that his victims do not reason logically about the phenomenon before them. Rather, it arouses in them only the thoughts of how to ingratiate themselves and possess the penis. It acts the same way like another herbal preparation called “touch and follow.” Its name was derived from its action, as nobody, male or female, can resist the touch of the possessor of “touch and follow.”
Mary dashed out of the house and ran to the backyard like lightening. Anybody who saw her would think she was being pursued by the devil but desire is as pushful as the force behind lightening especially when fueled by magic or desperation. When she got to Adamu, he was throwing the last splash of water on his body and she instinctively reached for his penis muttering, “Maan, this is real.” She was completely hypnotized and had no control of her behaviour like other women before her who were Adamu’s victims.
Without considering what she was doing, Mary bent down and took Adamu’s penis into her mouth and sucked the hard flesh for so long as if her life depended on it. Fifteen minutes later, she let go of the sucking and holding the wall; she bent low for Adamu to guide his manhood into her wet, slippery cunt. It was so warm, so tight and yet so sweet and Adamu felt white women must be better than black girls. By now, he had developed a special taste for particular virginas. He preferred the fleshy types than the dry, bony ones. Fleshy virginas secrete more slippery liquid which makes them easier to handle as friction becomes much more manageable for a man with a big penis. Dry, bony cunts, on the other hand, are huge problems to handle due to penetration difficulties and restricted friction resulting from lack of lubrication. He tried artificial lubricants and even saliva on some women in the past but with time, he noticed that there is no substitute for the real thing. Again, he discovered over the years that ladies who produce liquid easily find it less difficult to reach orgasm or sweet climax than those who have dry cunt. Left to choose, Adamu preferred women who have ample flesh below especially when such endowments are accompanied by the wetness, which will make the enjoyment of the sex acts complete. Some people do not like wet cunt saying it is usually messy but it is sweater to have wet ones than the dry ones.
Mary was so endowed and Adamu did not have difficulties penetrating her for a quick one. He screwed her so hard she would have given him an award for his dexterity. It was the dog style. Quickies are sweeter if performed the dog style by penetrating the woman from behind. She panted as the show lasted and spoke a mixture of Dutch and English which later day religious fanatics would have called speaking in tongues.
“Oh, it’s sweet. Ruh-set-urh sac Mur. Do it, fuck me”, she cried. When Adamu, in his excitement released, she murmured with disappointment, “Oh no, why did you not hold it. Balle ma zee Mur herce sa mu ler”. In Dutch, this literarily means: Oh it is sweet. Do not leave me please. Do it harder. You will fuck me till I die. Please do it again.” Not knowing how to respond, Adamu kept quiet.
Their sex life blossomed in the next three months into a daily affair but Saturdays and Sundays were observed as holidays because Mr. Kurtsman and his wife were usually at home. Adamu enjoyed Mary undetected for three months. She was pregnant with Adamu’s child but neither of them knew of the development and Mary’s parents who did not suspect anything did not give any attention to the girl’s regular morning sickness.
One day, Mary’s mother stayed back home because of current school teacher’s strike over poor pay. She was still sleeping early that morning when her daughter sneaked into Adamu’s room for their usual romp. Mr. Kurtsman had gone to work. When Mary’s mother woke up and did not see her daughter, she was worried. So, she went outside, thinking that Mary was walking within the spacious compound but Mary was nowhere outside. Apprehensive, the woman dashed to the boy’s quarters to ask Adamu to assist her in the search. As the house help was not outside, she assumed he must be inside and opened the door without knock only to find Adamu on top of Mary.
The woman had just the time to scream: “what do...” and stopped in her tracks as Adamu slowly withdrew what looked like a long snake from inside her daughter’s body. She stared and stared in a combined state of horror, disbelieve, fascination and amazement. Mary who was lying on her back on Adamu’s bed was the first to recover from the overwhelming shock, which had overtaken the environment, the three people and the entire compound. There had been complete silence until Mary said something in Dutch and pointed to Adamu’s still erect penis. She seemed to have said, “Did you see that long thing, mother”. I fell for it also.”
Mrs. Kurtsman walked into the room like a sleepwalker oblivious of the girl who seemed to have been arguing her way out of an ugly situation. Mary had stopped talking when she noticed that her mother seemed transfixed and gazing steadily at Adamu’s penis. When she got to the bed where the boy was standing, she instinctively grabbed the rock-hard flesh to assure herself that it was a man’s penis.
Desire for Adamu’s penis is usually heightened when the thing is touched. It was a mistake for Mrs. Kurtsman but others before her were tempted in the same manner. She said something in Dutch and her daughter smiled as she climbed out of the bed only to be replaced by her mother, who beckoned on Adamu to come over. Adamu was initially hesitant but Mary, who told him that her mother liked his penis and would like to taste it, urged him on. Adamu made sweet love to the women in turns. Mother and daughter thereafter signed a secret pact with Adamu to have it whenever their husband/father was not around.
Mrs. Kurtsman enjoyed Adamu’s screwing so much that she now returned home early instead of branching to the restricted members’ only Port Harcourt Club for a bottle of beer to be joined later by her husband who made her stay with him and his friends until late night. The two women had a type of understanding. Mary had Adamu in the morning while her mother took over in the late afternoons after work.
The two women were congratulating each other for having pulled a fast trick on each other without suspecting that it was Adamu’s charms, which had worked magic on both of them. While Mary thought that she was too clever for her mother by luring her into partaking in the forbidden fruit as a way of buying her cooperation and freedom from scolding, her mother thought she was fast by making her daughter share the canal pleasure she had enjoyed alone. This unholy alliance continued for about six months when Mary’s stomach protruded in a very unusual manner suggesting that she was pregnant.
It was Mr. Kurtsman who noted the unusual bulge. Mary usually wore tight jeans since she noticed that she was pregnant and refused to tell her mother about the problem even though both of them now share mutual confidence. The mother may have helped if she had known earlier before Mr. Kurtsman noticed. But although the women were white, they were still prone to the influences, which harassed those who engaged in the thoughtless chase of the pleasures of the flesh. These include forgetfulness, taking things for granted, carelessness and the insatiable quest for more pleasure. Adamu made love to the women on a daily basis and thought nothing of his action. Mrs. Kurtsman had ready excuses for her husband anytime she objects about going out with him or waiting for him at the club.
When Mr. Kurtsman noticed the bugle on the stomach of his daughter, [she had run into him by mere accident due to the call of nature, which brought her out of her room early morning while her father was preparing for work], he drew the attention of his wife to what he saw and the woman was to confirm it when her husband had gone to work. She questioned Mary thoroughly like a mother but calmly like a partner in crime. Mary was honest and forthcoming to her mother. She told her when the love affair with Adamu started and the woman was able to decide how old the pregnancy had been.
She told her daughter that it would be easier if Adamu were relived of his responsibilities. She knew her husband and his uncontrollable tempers well. He would kill Adamu if he knew that the boy was responsible for his daughter’s pregnancy.
She decided that the best reaction to the problem was employing advanced crises management in handling the situations. She resolved to send Adamu away and to find a way to terminate the unwanted pregnancy. Mrs. Kurtsman called Adamu that afternoon and told him the unpleasant news. She gave him N20, 000 and told him to leave Port Harcourt as soon as possible pointing out that Mr. Kurtsman would do everything, anything, to get at him and take revenge. “My husband would kill you. There is no doubt about that and it would not serve any of us any good. Please go away where you would not be seen again,” she cried.
Depressed and frustrated, Adamu begged to be allowed to sleep till daybreak and early morning, he left for Kaduna on his way home. His experience in Port Harcourt made him to think deep and hard at the life he had lived in the past five years. During the period, he had graduated from one problem into another. The pleasure and happiness he thought he could get through the chase of women and sex were not there. He found only delusions, restlessness, insecurity, danger, enemies and a fugitive life, which brought nothing useful to him.
After many years of philandering and the chase of endless pleasures which failed to bring him the desired satisfaction or happiness, Adamu resolved to return the love portion to the medicine man. He had satiated himself with women and did not want them anymore. He felt very miserable and wanted to commit suicide but Islam, his religion, forbade such a despicable action.
When he met the old man at the village and told the medicineman about his experinces, his adventures and inner bitterness, the medicine man only shook his head knowingly over what Adamu told him because, like the ancient ones, he understood. The man collected the concoction and performed a ritual, which made Adamu’s penis to shrink to the normal size of a grown man’s penis. Adamu was approaching thirty but the experiences he had packed into his twenty-nine years on earth in so-far-as mating women was concerned was enough to last him four life times, if he believed in re-incarnation.
He became a farmer in the village and married the daughter of the village head with the help of the medicine man who was still so kind to the wayward son of his friend. The women he touched during his journey across Nigeria have not enjoyed love-making with other men till this day and still continue to hope and long for Adamu in the hope that he would return someday to give them pleasure like no one else can give.
Ends.