My s*xcapades in the north episode 4 – 5
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Episode 4
Me: What, you don’t like them?
She: I didn’t say so o… But you don’t have their accent na… If you didn’t say you were from there, no one would know…
Me: Yeah, perhaps because I didn’t grow up there and my mum’s from Delta state, so I’m kinda multilingual…
She: You speak both languages?
Me: Yes…
She: Wow, that’s cool… But calabar blood still flows in you na…
Me: Before nko…
She: Calabar boyz bad sha…
Me: Bad as how na…
She: Stop pretending jor, you know what I mean…
Me: I don’t know na, tell me…
She: Don’t worry…
The conversation continued and then we exchanged lots of information and we talked like we’ve known each other for long. She told me she had a boyfriend who works in Kano.
One topic led to other and we started talking about relationsh¡p and s€×. I told her about how I heard Benue men usually offer their wives as a form of hospitality when their friends visited. She laughed and said it was a myth.
Anthonia was a very free spirited person, not shy at all to talk about any topic, and I liked that about girls. We talked further and she told me more boldly that in a relationsh¡p, s€× was an important aspect and that some men are so bothered about themselves and don’t even know what a female wants and how to handle them… **:o Ukandu :o**
Me: Ah an… Your boyfriend no dey handle you well ni?
She: It’s not that… I’m speaking on a general note…
Me: Oh… Ok o…
By then seeing such a beautiful girl and hearing her talk about s€× has already started sending some brain wave signals to mamba.
She asked if I had a girlfriend, and I told her she wasn’t in Katsina. I was operating my laptop and she saw a movie she said she had always wanted to watch and she begged me to play it. We both sat on the bed watching it and she was giggling and laughing at some funny scenes.
After some time, she rested her head on my shoulder. I placed my hands across her so that she could be comfortable and we continued watching the movie. Before I knew what was happening, my hand developed a mind of it’s own. My hand started teasing her shoulder playfully. I was expecting some resistance. **No resistance**.
My hand got bolder and went down towards the side of her b-obs, teasing her slowly. I noticed she began to have goose pimples on her skin. She sat up and looked at me. ‘What are you doing??’, she asked in a shaky voice.
Me:**Shiiit!! She don catch me!!** Uhmm, nothing, just flexing my fingers…
She: I have a boyfriend…
Me:**Wetin u kon dey find for my house by dis time???** Yeah you said so, I’m sorry… You know what, let’s just continue the movie…
We continued watching the movie and after a while she rested her head on my shoulder again. **this babe dey find mamba trouble o** My hand took over and activated ‘teasing mode’. My hands got bolder and began teasing around her big b-obs. The goose pimples were now obvious even in the dim light. I was expecting some resistance; and I got it. She was saying, ‘dioxidane storrrrrp. Pleeeeassse sttorrrp’. In my brain it was translated as ‘pleeassseee don’t ssttooorrrrp. Contiiiinuuueeee’. And since that was what my brain told me to do, I continued. Since I obviously didn’t get any more resistance, I started smooching her b-obs gently through her top. **still no resistance???** **8)Straffing mode activated 8)**
I was teaching Salim at the back of the house one evening when we heard the driver drive in.
Salim: It’s like my sister is back…
Me: Really? I didn’t know she was coming back today…
Salim: She called this morning that she was going to come back today…
Me: Hmm… Ok, let’s continue… **Na wa o, so my amariya didn’t tell me she was coming back**
While at Kaduna, Zainab called often and we usually spoke at length on various issues. She was really an intelligent girl. But I wondered why she didn’t tell me she was coming back that day.
After the lessons that day I was trying to hang around if I would see Zainab. For where? I no see the babe o. I was tired of waiting so I left.
I got home and was preparing dinner (yeah I cook) when I got a call from Zainab.
Me: Hello… **angrily**
Zainab: Good evening…
Me: How are you?
Zainab: I’m fine… You?
Me: I’m ok… Where are you?
Zainab: I’m home…
Me: Home where?
Zainab: KT…
Me: So you came back and you didn’t want to see me, right?
Zainab: I’m sorry, I was with my mum and I didn’t want her to see me with you…
Me: Why???
Zainab: Please just come online and I would explain everything to you.
Me: Ok…
She came online and we continued our discussion. She told me she liked me but (but wetin na???) she was already betrothed and according to their culture, she couldn’t be seen publicly talking to another man. **Huh!! Seriouslyy???**
Me: But your house is not public na…
Zainab: If my mum see us talking she would start thinking something is going on between us…
Me: And nothing is going on?
Zainab: Is there?
Me: Zee, I really care a lot about you. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. Hearing your voice alone soothes and refreshes me bla bla bla… I want you to be mine and mine only and bla bla bla…
Zainab: But I told you I’m already betrothed…
Me: Do you love him?
Zainab: I don’t, but…
Me: Baby no buts… Don’t you love me?
Zainab: I love you. If I don’t, I wouldn’t be talking with you…
Me: So don’t worry, things would work itself out…
Zainab: So you want me to tell my mum?
Me: **:oHuh:o** No o… I mean, baby I guess since the situation right now warrants it, we have to be discrete with our relationsh¡p for now…
Zainab: Aii dear… I love you…
Me: Same here dear… So when would I see you?
Zainab: I would be in school tomorrow…
Me: I mean when would I see you like see you…
Zainab: LolzzZ… Don’t worry dear, you would see me…
So we gisted other things but all that was in my head was how to get my first score with an Hausa girl…
Every thursday of the week was usually a free day for me. I wasn’t expected to go to work but to go for the Community Development Projects/Meetings which usually ended by 11 or 12pm. I decided not to go for lessons on thursdays, so after CDS on thursdays, I usually had the day to myself. It was one of those thursdays that Zainab told me she was going to come to my house. **Finally!8)**
Zainab called and told me that she was at the front of my gate. When I opened the gate, she quickly walked in. I was shocked! ** 😮 Blood of god 😮 **. She was putting on an indian flowing gown and a scarf covering her head. She was looking so majestic. When she saw that no one was in the compound, she turned around and gave me a long hug.
~My s€×capedes in the north~
Episode 5
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We went in,side and she took off her scarf. Jeez, she was looking even more pretty. Hausa girls don’t expose their head and legs in the public. She told me their religion forbade it so as not to tempt men.
**:-\ Hian, laws dey o**
She told me she got something for me. I asked her what it was and she asked me to close my eyes. **Seriously??? Would you tell me already???**
She placed a little box on my palm and when I opened it, I found a very lovely rolex wristwatch. Wow!:o I gave her a warm hug and held her in place.
We later ate the food she bought from a fast food joint and she was feeling so excited. Hausa girls are usually ‘caged’. They rarely socialize. So whenever they have even the slightest opportunity to experience relative freedom, they are usually in an ‘excited state’. It was this excited state Zainab found herself at that moment.
She told me she wanted to lay down and I sat on the bed while she lay on my laps. You know that feeling you get when you are in a room alone with a hot girl/guy you like? That was exactly the feeling I was having then. Mamba was already trying to wiggle out of place but I sent it a message to calm down. Everywhere was serene and quite. I was just whispering sweet nothings into her ears while stroking her hair slowly.
After some minutes, I bent my neck and gave her a k-ss. She was frozen. **Wait o, you never k-ss before???**. I realized we’ve never talked about anything s€×ual previously. Before I knew what was happening she sat up and k-ssed me. Now it was my turn to be surprised ‘cos she was k-ssing like a pro. Now I was finally able to touch her b-obs **8)those b-obs I dreamt about 8)**. At first it was on the outside, over her dress, and while doing that, she seemed a little nervous. My fingers found her n*ipple and make circles around it, making the it er-ct under her clothes. I realized she was still nervous and I asked her if I should stop. She said I shouldn’t. I asked her if she had let other boys touch her b-obs and she said she had some male friends and she knew they wanted to touch it (how you take know???) but she never let them.
She then stood up and took off her dress, letting it fall to floor. She stood there in black lace b-ra and p-nties, ‘pretty s€×y’ I thought. As I stared, she reached behind her, undid her b-ra, and then I saw those br-asts that I had seen in my dream. ** :-\ it was slightly smaller than the one I saw in the dream :-\ ** She stepped forward and stood still as I reached out and smooched her b-obs, first with my hands, and then k-ssed with my mouth. Her b-obs were amazingly firm for their size and protruded straight out, capped with large dark areolas and thick ni*pples. I was in heaven, using my hands to lift and hold her b-obs while s—–g her n*ipples. She sighed and stroked my hair as I s—-d her.
Then she surprised me again…
Zainab: Baby, I’m still a V-rgin. Would you please show me how to do it? ** 😮 Chisos!!! 😮 **
Despite my ‘corruptness’ over the years, I had never had the opportunity to bleep a V-rgin. This was going to be a new experience for me and I was determined to make the most of it. I wanted to be gentle with her ‘cos from stories I heard I could be painful for her, considering the size of mamba which was about 8” when in the fully ‘excited state’. I told her to take off my boxers which she did.
She had never actually seen a hærd c–k before, so I allowed some time letting her touch mamba. I showed her how to stroke it, and let her play with mamba’s head and balls. I felt like a teacher giving tutorials (my specialty). Finally I asked her to put it in her mouth and she did. She was a good student and she learnt fast ‘cos in no time, she began licking and s—–g like a pro. **maybe she don dey watch mojo before**
After several minutes of s—–g, I told her it was her turn. I lay her down on the edge of the bed, and I knelt down next to it. I placed one hand on her b-obs, fondling her n*ipple, one sliding up her th-gh to her p*ussy. I told her to look at me and tell me how it felt. She was wide-eyed as I slid my finger up and down her slit, separating her meaty l-ips, and gently flicking her c–t. She may have been a V-rgin but her body certainly knew how to respond s€×ually. My strokes brought forth a wetness that soon covered my hand and her legs.
Her eyes were half shut now, mo-ning. She was as tight as you would expect, but she was so w-t by now that once I got one finger in, then another, and I was able to start moving them around, almost prying her p—y further open from in,side. I think that’s when she came the first time. She gasped, she arched her back, her eyes rolled and shut and my hand was suddenly soaked. When I went down on her she came almost immediately again, as I worked her p—y open with tongue and fingers.
Finally I stood, leaned up and gave her a big w-t sloppy k-ss, and then positioned myself between her legs. She watched as I opened a c-ndom and rolled it down mamba. When my mamba slowly entered her and separated those V-rgin pu*ssy for the first time, it felt like I went to heaven and came back. I f*ucked her gently initially. She showed some pain at first as her inner pu*ssy broke open but it didn’t take long for her h¡ps to start moving in rhythm with mine. After several minutes, my balls tightened and I felt the spasms as I emptied into her.
After c-mmming I stayed in her for awhile, both of us feeling the heat of our juices. As mamba gradually returned to it’s ‘ground state’, I pulled out, holding the c-ndom as I exited. “Show me,” she said, as she reached out to take the full c-ndom. She held it, full of semen, and then slowly spilled it out onto her br-asts. I’m now thinking, “this girl may be a V-rgin but she’s got a kinky side to her” She was amazed by looking at the result of her first full s€×. She said she had seen c*m in movies but it was the first time she was seeing it in real life **i talk am say she dey watch mojo**. ‘There’s always a first time for everything’ I said.
She began stroking mamba again and before long, it rose to the occasion. We bleeped about 3times that day before she went home.
When she got home, she sent me a text from her private line: ‘Thank you baby for I the wonderful time I had with you today, you are the best. Looking forward to this some other time. I love you.’
Aha… Finally!!
So I now had 3 girlfriends in Katsina. How the hell did I get to this point???. I thought I was a good guy (or I wanted to be). I thought I wouldn’t have to cheat on my girlfriend back at home. I remembered her jokingly telling her sister that she would visit me no matter where I was posted to in the country.
Distance could be a b*itch at times. ~Meanwhile, I was in regular communication with her. We talked at least once a day. But now there were new developments. She told me her visa had been approved and she was due t~ o travel for her masters in the UK. **Nawa o, this babe wan leave me for Naija sha**. She ~said she wanted to see me before she left, to get some feel of good mamba I guess. But there was an issue. Distance. My spirit didn’t feel ~like travelling :-\. She was willing to travel, but she was in~ a dilemma too. She said she couldn’t pay for a flight from Lagos to Kano and then have to *endure a crappy 2hrs bus ri~ de from Kano to Katsina. There was usually no direct flight from Lagos to Katsina then (dunno about now though). If there had been a direct flight from Lagos to Katsina, then traveling to see me wouldn* ’t have been an issue.
Apart from my unwillingness to travel, I was in another fix too. I didn’t really want her to come to KT. I would have preferred traveling to see her ‘cos that would have ~minimized my risk of exposure. Trust me, that babe was an ‘FBI agent’ in her own right and I would have been busted for my nefarious activities. She was the only girl that caught me whenever I cheated on her **Abi na jazz she dey~ use???**. She just had to look into my eyes and study my ~surrounding and everything I’ve done for the past few days would come reeling to her like a movie. And I had a soft s₱0t for her, so no matter how hærd I thought I was, I always melted whenever I was with her. So I would have~ preferred traveling to see her than the other way around. We debated this for about a month before she finally traveled. We didn’t get to see. I wasn’t really too happy about it but I didn’t really have much choices.
Meanwhile I had to micro-manage 3 girls so that our clandestine meetings wouldn’t clash with each other. You understand why that shouldn’t happen, right? Thursdays was always for Zainab, no questions asked.
Anthonia had an apartment like mine where covert operations could be carried out, so I usually went to her place when she needed to be serviced. Hey, she had a boyfriend, so we understood each other. She called when she needed the mamba and I was always at her service. What did I get in return ;D? Trust me, you don’t want to know.
My problem was Chisom. I guess she was just taking it too far for my liking. Statements like ‘so what are your plans for me’, ‘when are you planning on seeing my people’, ‘I wish we could work things out’, ‘so you don’t want to talk to my mum’, was what usually dominated our conversations. Seriously babe, I’m still serving and I still have to get on my feet before I even start thinking of marriage. She didn’t seem to understand this. All she was concerned about was marriage! And that bothered me a lot. My only consolation was that she had just two months to her POP, and maybe, just maybe I would be free from her. I wished all girls could just have the mentality of Mila Kunis in Friends With Benefit. Jeez, I loved that babe.
Anyway, that was not to be in Chisom’s case and I had to manage her situation. I tried as much as possible to create an enabling environment where either of the girls didn’t have to or couldn’t meet each other. Trust me, I was up to the task (or so I thought).
Zainab had visited that thursday (as usual) and we gisted and straffed (as usual). I later remembered that my generator (I better pass my neighbor) was faulty and needed to be serviced. I told her to keep me company outside while I serviced it (yes I’m an engineer too). So she was there gisting with me when we heard the horn of a car. It was my banker neighbor. I saw him opening the gate and driving in. While still wondering what the hell he was doing back at home at this time of the day, I saw Chisom walk through the gate…
To be continued