My s*xcapades In The North episode 13 – 14

My s€×capedes in the north
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~Episode 13~

I was indeed enjoying my service year. Due to my friendsh¡p with Malama Aisha and my position as the President of my CD group, I had the opportunity to meet some top government functionaries and other important men in the state.

I became a regular at Malama Aisha’s house. We were really getting close and she was also my unsolicited Hausa tutor. But sometimes she made flirting statements like, ‘so, how many girls do you have in Katsina?’ ‘Girls would really enjoy you o bla bla bla’… I just ignored them and considered them as normal female talks.

I was laying down on the bed with Zainab one thursday afternoon when I got a call. It was from Malama Aisha…

Me: Hello ma…

MA: Dioxidane, yaya kake? (How are you?)

Me: Lafia lau (Fine)… Yaya Aiki? (How’s work?)

MA: Lafia kalau… Kana Ina? (Where are you?)

Me: Ina gidan (I’m at home)…

MA: Tor… Dan Allah abin da kake yi gobe (Please what would you be doing tomorrow)…

Me: Walahi nothing important ma… Hope all is well…

MA: Yeah… I wanted you to accompany me to the airport at Kano. My cousin is coming back for her summer holidays from the UK…

Me: Oh, no problem ma… When would we be leaving?

MA: Her flight would arrive Kano by 6pm so we would leave around 3pm after Juma’h prayers…

Me: Ok, no problem ma… I would meet you at home…

MA: Tor, nagode sousei… (Thank you very much)…

Me: Madala (You welcome)…

** 🙂 For my mind, I don dey learn hausa o… 8) **

I was smiling in my mind, impressed with my increasing communication skills in hausa and contemplating how I was going to reschedule my activities for the next day when Zainab asked me who called…

Me: It was my Schedule officer…

She: What did she want?

Me: She wanted me to accompany her to the airport to pick up her cousin….

She: Hmmm, oook o…

Me: What’s that one for :-\?

She: Nothing…

Me: Talk to me naw, what’s wrong?

She: **Silent**

Me: Zee stop this naw, you know I don’t like seeing you this way… You know I care too much about you to see you hurt bla bla bla…

She: Must you go with her???

Me: Haba! Maybe she just wants me to drive her to Kano that’s why she wants me to accompany her… You know it’s kinda far from Katsina…

She: Are you sure there’s nothing going on between you two?

Me: Haba Zee! There’s definitely nothing going on between us…

She: Are you sure?

Me: Seriously??? Were you thinking I was having anything to do with her?

She: You don’t know these kind of women. They are definitely up to something…

Me: Haba baby, don’t you trust me???

She: Of course you know I trust you, but I know these kind of women. They usually have ulterior motives…

Me: Sweetheart trust me, she’s a good woman…

She: Ok, if say so o…

I dragged her close to me and gave her a passionate k-ss on her l-ips. My hands were suddenly on her b-obs and nibbling her ni*pples. We continued our fore*play which led to our second round of straffing before she went home that day….

The next day I went to work and closed around some minutes to twelve. I remembered I had to go to the airport with Malama Aisha by 3pm. I decided to go shopping for some toiletries and provisions. I took a shuttle to town and boarded a bike to the market.

Normally, in most parts of the north, every friday was a day of worsh¡p for muslims. Between 1pm and 2pm or 2.30pm, they usually had their Jumu’ah prayers. Most roads are usually blocked, because some of them get to pray on the road. Even when traveling on friday, when it’s time, the driver would usually stop the vehicle close to the nearest mosque for them to observe their prayers without even apologizing or considering the other non-muslim passengers.

I bought all I wanted to buy from the market and checked my wristwatch when I realized it was already a few minutes to 1pm. I went to the bike park (which was normally very busy) and realized there was just one bike which was about zooming off. I quickly stopped him and told him where he was to take me to.

Bike Man: Naira Hamsin ni (It’s 50naira)…

I normally paid 30naira or 40naira from the market to my house. So in the ‘spirit-of-pricing’, I told him, ‘ Walahi Naira Talatin zam nba ka gaskiya’ (I’ll give you 30naira last). I was shocked when the guy just hissed and zoom off.

** 😮 Can you imagine!!! WTF is wrong with this one???**

I decided to walk outside the market with the assurance that I would get another bike.

You know that kinda sun that extracts blood from someone’s body system? Yeah, that’s the kind of sun that was shining that day. It was super-scotching.

I got outside the market and realized there were no bikes plying the road. Obviously they had all gone for prayers. I was still waiting at the junction when I saw few bikes, but with passengers on them – obviously going for prayers too.

I decided I couldn’t just be stagnant. I had to walk, perhaps on the way I’ll get a bike to take me home. The sun was still scotching. It was unrelenting. I was still walking. No bike in sight. The solid part of my body was gradually subliming. The liquid content of my body was already being converted to the gaseous state. I looked around to get a store where I could get water to replenish my system. All the stores I saw were either empty or unattended to.

You know that scene where a man walking in the des**t was about collapsing due to extreme dehydration? Yeah, that same scene was playing out on me.

I thought about entering any empty store and taking the water I needed, afterall they were not there to see me. I decided against it. It’s better to die of dehydration than to die because you were beaten by a mob. For what? For stealing ‘purewater’… Imagine!!! It was ridiculous!

I thought about just stopping and waiting till I got a bike to take me home. I still decided against it, ‘cos I felt I just had to get home and replenish myself. My l-ips were charred and my throat was super-dry. I had already exhausted my saliva…..

** :'( Chai!! Who send me make I no take that other bike sef???**

Jeez!!! If I could feel this way just by walking in this kinda sun for just about 30mins, I wonder what those Almajiri children I saw walking around everyday in the sun felt. ‘Maybe they are used to it’, I thought.

Oh, what I would give for the ability to teleport to my room right now! I had cold water in my fridge waiting for me!

I had TREKKED for close to 45mins when I saw some bikes beginning to ply the road.

**Ah, thank God, it’s like they’ve finished their prayers!:'(**

After some minutes, I was close to my house but I still waved down a bike-man and told him where he was to take me to.

Bike Man: Naira Arbain ni (It’s 40naira)…

I didn’t even bother invoking the ‘spirit of pricing’ again. I was even too tired to do that. I had already regretted not taking that other bike in the first place. Now I just wished I could get home. I just climbed and the bike man zoomed off.

In less than 5mins, we got to my gate. I was about paying him when I checked my wallet and saw that the lowest denomination of cash I had was 50naira. I gave the bike man and he told me he didn’t have change.

**Can you imagine???**

I was too tired to say anything. I just walked to my gate and opened it…

**Chai, so last last I still pay the 50box??? Why I no come enter the first bike na???**

I went straight to the fridge and downed two bottles of cold water, went to the bathroom and soaked myself under the shower for several minutes, toweled myself and went straight to the bed and fell asleep…….

Episode 14

Rated 18+🔞

My s€×capedes in the north
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I was lying on the bed when I felt Malama Aisha straddle my back. She began m-ssaging me. ‘Ahhhhh, Aiiiisssshaaa, that feeeeels soooo swwweeeet’, I saying between mo-ns. ‘You liiiike it?’, she asked. ‘Ahhhhhhhh, ah loooovvve it, you are so sweet’, I responded.

She continued by m-ssaging my a$s and my balls. She asked me to lay down on my back, and I did, now facing her. She was still straddling me. I noticed she was still in clothes and I was surprised. ‘Why are you still in your clothes? Take them off!!’, I commanded.

She got up slowly and was trying to take off her clothes. She was putting on an ankara skirt and blouse and veil covering her head and shoulders. She took off the veil and was about taking off her scarf when my phone began ringing.

It rang the first time. I ignored the phone but continued watching her trying to take off the scarf. She just stopped with her hands on her scarf like a movie that was paused. I was expecting her to continue taking off the scarf but she didn’t.

My phone started ringing a second time and I still ignored it. I sat up on the bed watching her. She still had not changed her position. My phone stopped ringing.

I was starting to wonder what had happened to her. Was she electrocuted??? Was she having a seizure??? But if she’s having a seizure, she should be jerking……

I was still having those thoughts when my phone began to ring a third time. Suddenly she turned towards me with bloodshot eyes, and like a movie that was suddenly ‘played’, she scre-med, ‘Pick up your fuuuuckkking phone!!!’

**:o Huh??? WTF!!!**

I jumped up from my bed and realized that I had been dreaming. Shiiit, my phone was really ringing. I checked the caller and realized it was Malama Aisha……

Me: Hello…

MA: Ah an, Dioxidane ina kake??? (Where are you?)

I looked at my wristwatch and saw that it was already 3:30pm, ‘Shiiiiit!!!’.

Me: Dan Allah ya kuri, ina zua yanzu yanzu (Please I’m sorry, I coming right now)…

She: Tor, dan allah ka sawuri… (Please be fast)…

Me: Tor…

I quickly got up and was about putting on some clothes when I realized I was sweating. I went to the bathroom and had a shower before I left for her place.

On my way there, I realized that the weather was beginning to get cloudy. ‘D–n, I hope this rain doesn’t plan on falling today o’, I thought.

I got there and she was already waiting for me outside. She gave me the keys to the car and we began our journey to Kano….

On our way to Kano, I noticed she wasn’t talking to me. I was wondering if it was because I was late. Or maybe something happened at home? I tried asking her if all was well and she told me she was fine.

I tried involving her in a conversation and she told me to concentrate on driving.

**Na wa o, I no fit talk and drive again???**

I had a feeling something was wrong, but I couldn’t just place it.

We got to the airport at about some minutes past 6pm. It was still raining heavily there and everywhere was cold. We made inquiries concerning the flight and we were informed that the flight was for 6am the next day.

**:o WTF!!!**

She called her cousin, and she confirmed it. This was becoming a dilemma. We couldn’t possibly go back to Katsina that night and come back the next morning.

She decided that we lodge in a hotel close by. We got to the reception and she paid for two rooms. We went to the restaurant to have dinner and I noticed she was still not her normal cheerful self.

**Wetin dey do this woman sef :-\**

I again tried asking her what was wrong again, but she said she was fine. After dinner, I told her I was going to my room and that if she needed anything she should call me……

It was already past 10pm. I was chatting with some friends and browsing when I got a whatsapp message from Malama Aisha…

MA: Dioxidane…

Me: Ma…

MA: What are you doing?

Me: I’m browsing and chatting…

MA: Chatting with your girlfriends?

Me: Lolzz… Just friends ma…

MA: You mean to tell me you don’t have a girlfriend?

Me: I have… Hope you are feeling better now…

MA: I’m fine, it’s just that…

Me: That what?

MA: Nothing…

Me: I’m not privileged to know, right?

MA: It’s not that…

Me: Then what?

MA: I’m not sure I can say it. In fact I’m not supposed to even be thinking about it.

Me: Thinking about what?

**No Response**

Me: You there?

MA: Ok, let me just say it.

MA: I think I have feelings for you…

Me: Ukandu!

MA: What’s that?

Me: It’s just an expression of surprise…

MA: I know it’s surprising, but most times, I always think about you passionately…

Me: What about your husband?

MA: You know he’s not usually around and I’m a woman…

Me: I really don’t know what to say…

MA: Dioxidane I’m cold…

Me: So sorry… Use the blanket na…

MA: Dioxidane, please can you do me a favor?

Me: What is it ma?

MA: Dioxidane stop calling me ma, you are making me feel very old…

Me: Oh, sorry ma…

Me: I meant sorry… So what’s the favor you wanted?

MA: Can you come to my room?

** 😮 Chisos!!**

Me: It’s late already, and I’m feeling sleepy…

MA: Dioxidane, please…

I stopped replying her. So many thoughts were running through my head. I knew if I go to her room, I would definitely straff her. No negotiation. Do I go ahead and straff her? Do I chill in my room? This is critical situation. I began hearing the voices of my partners in ‘crime’…

Micheal: Dude, trust me, this is going to be super cool. Old wine tastes better, you know…

Prince: Nna mehn, you dey dull o. Make I come help you run the matta? If na me, if I no straff am, make I suspend for air…

Usman: Walahi, Dioxidane, dis kind women dey sabi straff o…

I was still hearing those voices when I heard a knock on the door…….

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There was a knock on the door a second time. Suddenly, I heard my mother’s voice in my head…

Mum: Dioxidane my son, please don’t do this… I know you’ve never known any woman… I know you are still a V-rgin… Please don’t start your life like this… Remember all I told you before you went for service…

In my mind, ‘mumsy, iffa hear… E be like say you no know me again o… Me wey don spoil tay tay…’

Suddenly my phone began to ring and the knocking continued. I checked the caller and realized it was MA. I didn’t bother picking the call, I just went straight to the door, opened it. She walked in and I shut the door…

Jeez!! 😮 I was stunned!! You know what they say that if you want to see the real beauty of a woman, you take her swimming? Well, I feel the basic principle there is the fact that all ‘make-ups’ or ‘make-downs’ get washed off and you get to see the real person without artificial enhancements.

Obviously MA just had her bath ‘cos she was looking and smelling so clean and fresh. Right then and then my previous lust for her resurfaced. I just felt like licking her wh0le body. Her l-ips were looking so soft, supple and irresistible…

** :'( Chai, Father, this temptation is too much for me to bear o… It’s like I would fall just once more o… :'( **

Unknown to me, I had been starring at her for some seconds. She had been talking to talking to me and I had not responded.

MA: **Snaps a finger in front of my face** Dioxidane, are ok?

Me: 😮 Huh?? Oh, I’m so sorry, it’s just that you look absolutely lovely ma…

She had a slight smile on her face…

MA: Thank you Dioxidane. But why do you like calling me ma. Call me Aisha… Besides, I’ve been knocking, you didn’t open…

Me: I’m sorry, maybe I didn’t hear the knock…

She said she was bored in her room and cold that she just needed us to talk.

**So na only talk sef :-\**

She sat down on one side of the bed, crossing one leg over the other, causing her dress to ride higher on her thighs and giving me a nice view of her wonderful legs while I sat beside her.

I was so taken in by her smashing beauty. We just sat there talking about everything and nothing.

I still don’t know what she said, or what I said, but I know that she suddenly tilted her face up to look me in the eyes and smiled.

Without thinking about what I was doing, I brought my l-ips down to hers and k-ssed her passionately. The intensity in which she k-ssed me back took my breath away.

Both of her hands held my head, as mine drifted lower until they were filled with the smooth feel of her wa-istline.

Our k-ss seemed to go on forever before she gently broke away and sat up. Her eyes held mine and I could see an almost pleading look in them.

Without saying a word, she got up, standing at the foot of the bed and then turned towards me. She gazed steadily at me as her hands untied the straps of her dress, then with one hand she lowered the zip on the side that went from the armh0le to her h¡p.

The dress slowly slid down her body and lay in a heap at her feet. My jaw dropped open. With the dress on the floor, she was standing in front of me wearing a black strapless b-ra that unhooked in the front.

Her dark rock-hærd ni*pples were clearly visible through the gauze-like material of the b-ra. Her p-nties were of the same material with her b-ra, revealing her slender h¡ps and a neatly V-shaped trimmed bush at her punana.

I was still sitting on the bed, so amazed at her pristine shape. I was so crazily turned on that I was fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, trying to undo them.

She suddenly pushed me inward and I lay on my back on the bed. I was still fumbling with my buttons when she slapped off my fumbling fingers away and carefully finished undoing the buttons.

I tried raising myself up, my arms on her h¡ps, and she pushed the shirt off me. She got off me a little bit and pulled off my trouser…..

** 😮 Chisos!!**

My mamba was already on full swing mode. It was so hærd and smoking hot and it was trying to burst through my boxer short. She was straddling me and she began k-ssing me. She was trying to take control of the situation. I was not used to that. I was usually in control of the straffing, except of course in bizarre situations.

We were still k-ssing when I gently pushed her and laid her on her back, with me wedged between her knees. I was back in control.

Her hands ran through my hair as I k-ssed my way down her neck until I was k-ssing the top of her b-obs while my hand found the clasp of her b-ra and unhooked it.

Leaning back slightly, I watched as the two halves separated and her b-obs spilled free with just a slight sag to them. Her ni*pples protruded out and she let out a whimper when my l-ips made contact with them.

Jeez, her ni*pples were so freaking hærd. My thumbs danced lightly over her ni*pples before lifting her left leg up enough for me to run k-sses from her ankle to her knee. I repeated this with the right leg but continued k-ssing up the in,sides of both her thighs until I reached the junction of her punana.

When she felt me reach for the wa-istband of her p-nties she raised her h¡ps and legs enough for me to pull them off. With my head between her thighs, I grabbed each of her ankles and placed her feet to my shoulders.

Her knees parted wide, giving me a full view of her neatly trimmed p—y. Her outer l-ips were lightly covered with hair and her inner labia was prominent, her c–t larger than most.

**#Not clean shavennos-cking**

Slowly I began to run the tip of my finger along the crease between her thighs and pu*ssy, working my way down to the crack of her ass, then back up over her m—d.

I gradually worked my fingers over her hair covered outer l-ips, until I finally slid it between the folds and into her slit.

I stretched my left hand over her b-obs and slightly pinching her ni*pples. Two of my fingers were now bleeping her furiously while my other hand was still smooching her b-obs. Multitasking at it’s peak.

I finger bleeped her for all I was worth.

‘Waiyoooo, waiyoooo, warshhhhh’, she wailed, as her body began to spasm and she clamped her legs against my hand……..

My mamba felt like steel. I raised myself enough that I could look at her in the face.

‘Are you sure you want to do this?’, I asked, to avoid stories that touch.

‘Dioxidane, please make me wh0le again’, she murmured.

‘Be careful what you wish for’, I whispered.

I quickly went to my jean and brought out the c-ndomizing agent from my wallet and c-ndomized my mamba.

I went back and knelt between her legs. Our eyes locked as she reached out and guided my mamba to her punana, her feet on my as$ pushing me gently forward.

**:o Chisos!!!**

My mamba was suddenly engulfed in a heat like never before as it buried itself into her tight channel.

I could not move as her legs held me pressed into her with surprising strength while my balls rested firmly on her upturned a$s.

Her mouth was open but no sounds came out as we watched each other. She loosened her leg’s grip and I was able to move again.

I pulled almost all the way out before slowly sliding all the way back in, repeating this for several minutes.

‘Waaaiiyooo, waiyoooo, waiyoooo…’, were just wails I was hearing and that made me increase my tempo. I smashed my mamba faster and faster as she t—-t up to meet me heading toward the ultimate bliss. After several minutes of smashing, pounding and grinding, she reached hers first.

‘Waaaiiyooo.. Waaaiiyooo… Don’t stop… Don’t stop… Don’t stop…’, she repeated over and over.

I was still smashing her as I watched her head roll from side to side; her wide opened eyes had a wild look in them as her mouth s—-d in great gulps of air.

The pressure from her feet on my a$s increased and forced me to smash into her h-rder and h-rder.

‘Waiiyooooo… Waiiyoooo…. Waiiyoooo… Waiiyoooo… Warrrshhhhh,’ she scre-med.

Her legs tightened around me, pushing my mamba in as far as it would go and her punana clamped around it like a plier.

I could no more hold myself. Jet after jet of my juice erupted forcefully from the head of my mamba into the CD.

I was fuuu*cking spent! My arms could no longer support me and I collapsed on her gently.

We stayed in this position for some time, her legs loosely wrapped around me with my slowly deflating mamba still buried in her.

After some minutes, I grudgingly went to the bathroom to clean myself up and dispose of the used CD.

I sat on the bed next to her still reclining body and stared down at her. Her feet were on the floor and half of her ass was off the edge of the bed, but somehow she looked completely relaxed.

I looked deep into her eyes, expecting to see signs of regret, but only saw happiness in them as she stared back at me. Stretching out on my side facing her, my legs dangling off the bed, I lightly drew small circles on her skin starting at her navel, and working steadily up to her chest, careful to avoid touching her over sensitive ni*pples…

‘You are a badt boy, so this is what those girls have been enjoying’, she muttered shaking her head.

She turned on her side to face me and began running her fingers lightly through my hair.

‘I told you to be careful what you wished for’, I said.

She drew me closer and began k-ssing me again. Before long, mamba was activated once again…

T.B.C…