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                EPISODE 3: IN SEARCH OF ANTS

 

Through the corner of my eyes, I could see both of them watching me cry. As much as these tears were from the depths of my soul, I also knew it was my best weapon, if they had a conscience, that is.

 

Scorpion walked to where his mate stood, they both turned their backs to me and were conversing in low, hushed tones. I tried to catch tiny wisps of their discussion. I only knew it was about me and whether to pity or not. They conversed for more than 10 minutes, even arguing, most times.

 

Few minutes later, they both turned to face me and the first thing that caught my eye was the engorged tube of man meat, almost reaching the middle of their thighs, respectively. I quickly withdrew my eyes to avert another session of insults. What have you naughty boys been talking about? It made me smile inwardly as I knew I would be the solution to this tiny, weeny problem.

 

“Oya, enter motor”, Scorpion commanded in his smooth baritone voice.

 

“Come and put your talents at work where it is required “, Pepper drawled.

 

I walked into the vehicle. This time not like a scared 14 year old but like a proud vixen who knew her sexual prowess was about to be put to test.

 

Pepper said, “you are our little prostitute and you’re gonna suck our big cocks”.  Another inward laugh. His attempt at talking dirty was poor.

 

Scorpion came in and said, “Give am your level, guy. I want to see his face.”

 

Pepper stood up, taking his pants and underwear off. Out sprang a huge, fat and extremely black 8 inches monster cock that was growing bigger as it approached my mouth. His member was fatter than Tornado’s 10 incher.

 

“Open up, you little slut,” he hollered at me. The musky smell from his underwear and crotch area was doing a number on me.

 

Scorpion, becoming impatient, grabbed my nose with one hand and jaw with his other, pulling open my mouth. Once open, Pepper started flicking the head of his monster against my lips. I was pleased to find his cock now hard and dripping, was almost 10 inches and fatter. Pushing his cock roughly into my throat, the fat cap rammed against my tonsils causing me to gag.

 

He slapped my head saying, “you little pussy, take it down your throat I want it deep.”

 

After pulling out a bit, he pushed even further in, again I gagged and again I was slapped in the head. Pulling out once more, he rammed it even deeper, so deep, I felt my throat almost tear open, this time however I didn’t gag. To be honest, I actually enjoyed the feeling of being rough handled by men I was powerless against. I began bobbing my head a little, feeling it slide up and down in my throat.

 

While trying to put all my concentration on the fuck pole down my throat, Scorpion lifted my ass up off the seat and started to undress me, almost ripping my expensive Le Carde skinny rip jeans in the process. He began to eat my ass. Immediately my senses and reflexes became like butter under his ministrations. Guy, what the fuck! Fuck, dude, you’re ah, a… you’re licking my hol… my pussy, my boy-, boy-pussy, dude, what are you doing, OH MY GOD, dude… this, this is… dude, oh yeah, that feels so good, don’t stop! Lick that fucking hole, you fucking hunk of a man. My mind just wouldn’t stop spewing nonsense. I rolled my eyes into the back of my head as I held Pepper’s fuck stick down my throat with my left hand and held Scorpion’s dread head with my right hand as I pushed his face harder against my ass crack, where he was going to town on my tight hole.

 

Scorpion seemed to be on a whole other world, one in which only eating ass mattered. If you had asked me in that moment, I would have told you that he ate ass for a living, because he was simply devouring me. I could feel how he opened all of his mouth to circle the entirety of my tiny little hole with his lips, just to then suck and prod incessantly with his tongue at my tight ring.

 

I was absurdly wet at this point with how much spit he was dripping into my hole and ass crack with his munching. He used his huge hands to grope and spread my ass cheeks even harder, letting me know he wasn’t satisfied just yet, he wanted as much of my hole as he could get. I can’t tell you how long he stayed there holding me down and breaking me apart with his expert tongue without coming up for air. He might as well be an expert in all things related to sex, apparently, and he was a consummate ass eater. It was as if the only thing he was good at was eating ass.

 

Well, I couldn’t have hoped for anything better than this.

 

As he licked, slurped and just about had my tight pucker for dinner, I was doing my best to keep my legs spread apart, ass up in the air and knees firmly rooted in the seat.

 

I was surprised with how strong and masterful his tongue was, because he varied his moves as he ate me out expertly; sometimes he would lick my hole, then he would just spread out his tongue against it, to then stab my insides with the point of his tongue as if he was hell-bent on touching my prostate with it.

 

After what felt like a long time of his oral ministrations on my hole, he finally came up for air, looking at my ass as a string of drool connected my now drenched hole to his equally drenched mouth and chin. He smirked at it fabulously like a child who was indulging in its favorite play.

 

He stood up. I was still sucking Pepper off. His closed eyes, little groans and intimate yelps told me I wasn’t doing a bad job at all. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Scorpion take his pants off and out popped a massive cock, at least 9 inches with a slight upward curve, not as fat as the one down my throat but still much fatter than my 6 ½ inch thin cock.

 

Scorpion spit into his hands and lubed his cock, then pushed his massive head against my ass. Pausing a second, he said, “my cock is going to rip you open, boy,” then with one thrust pushed all of his shaft inside me.  The pain was not as severe as I’d expected. It lessened after a few seconds but that wasn’t to last long as he withdrew his whole length and with one hard push, forced his cock completely inside me.

 

“God”, he moaned, “this guy just carry my whole cock”, he said.

 

“Ok na. Pack your water full am for that side as my rain dey fall for this side”, Pepper replied.

 

They were planning to flood my insides with their juices.

 

He began sliding his cock in and out. Each time he entered me, I could feel my ass cream until finally I was gliding over his pole with reckless abandon. My ass felt like it was grabbing at his cock each time he pulled out, as if it wanted it inside. Then, without realizing, each time he pushed in, my ass pushed back against him. I began sucking Pepper’s cock to the same rhythm just as Scorpion was stroking me real good.

 

“, guy, he’s liking this. He must love both his holes being filled,” Scorpion said laughing.

 

“I know’, Pepper replied, “See how e dey pack my gbola swallow like say sugar dey”, he continued.

 

Within a few minutes, I could feel both cocks tighten inside both my holes. Suddenly, my ass was being filled with a sticky, warm and gooey substance; cum, just as I was receiving another healthy load on my face, lips, nose and everywhere else. The night air was filled with their manly moans and the smell of testosterone. As they both came, my own hard cock shot a load all over the seat.

 

After they were both done, Pepper wiped his big dick on my face, smearing more drool and the cum properly on my face and in my hair.

 

Both men stepped out and began to dress and chat about switching positions. As I tried to arrange myself inside the car, I heard gunshots.

 

Two gunshots.

 

Their lifeless bodies came crashing down like bags of rocks left to stand without any support.

 

Confusion, fear and shock was boldly etched on my face. Weren’t these the men who had brutalized me mercilessly a while ago? What was going on? Is someone after me? I am sure I have not offended anyone to the point of wanting to kill me. Honestly, I was only concerned about myself. I didn’t feel any pain that they had died in the process of… of what again? I am in no way related to their deaths. It was good riddance, actually. What if they turned around and told Oga that they had fucked his bitch? If they had agreed to my polite request of dropping me at home and not wanting anything in return, they’d still be alive and healthy by now.

 

I would only be responsible for my death if I sat here a minute longer. Now look. What was I saying about the universe being unfair? First, unrequited love and now, when I need a ride most in my life, even after bargaining with my said drivers and paying the ‘fare’, life found an uncanny way to cheat me.

 

Mustering the little courage I had, I fled into the night with my cum-stained face.

 

 

 

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“Thank you for visiting, dear Tshezi”, I heard him say. His eyes were brimming with joy and beaming with unbridled interest.

 

Abeg o. The dear nor too much?

 

“You are welcome, Franco”, I threw back hastily. “You should be thanking Bella for doing a good job of convincing me”, I continued.

 

Obiageli, AKA Bella, had taken much of her expensive time, as she had called it, to make me see reasons why I should honour this date and put his advances into consideration. She was even willing to select an outfit for me and pay my cab fare.

 

“No wahala”, he said with a smile. “Excuse me for a minute”.

 

I examined him as he stood up. This was another breathtaking specimen of humanity. Perfect height and a forever glowing caramel skin. White teeth, a strong jaw with sharp lines and a mouth made to smile. The best part of Franco was his boyish charm. It made everything about him so seductive and utterly irresistible. Even down to the way he wore his medicated glasses, the delicate; almost unnoticeable sag of his trousers…everything was just divine.

 

Franco na fine boy sha. I wish he’d just walk over to me and ask to fuck me senseless. At least, I’ll know what’s beneath those flannel pants and its capability…

 

Wishful thinking.

 

 He is not the type of man who makes demands based on selfish or one-sided interests. He loves everything to be consensual and agreed upon by both parties before beginning. A very principled young man. He takes “no” for “no” and “yes” for “yes”. Not Tornado who takes “no” to mean “yes please, fuck me harder”. I hissed.

 

 The same pleasant aura he emitted was not lost in his apartment. The whole place was warm and cozy and everything seemed to know its place. Books weren’t left lying around. Clothes were neatly folded or hung, not left in a crumpled and smelling pile behind the door. The air was smelling fresh and clean, no air freshener to conceal bad odor. There were photos on the wall, one of an elderly woman, his mom, I guess and two others of him.

 

Wait o, with all these outstanding qualities in this boy, why we never still fuck?

 

You are a fool. A voice from within chided.

 

I knew what that meant. Here I am trying to get him to fuck me but forgetting that he has been on my table, on my DMs and all of my personal spaces, for about 5 years now, asking for a chance with me. That one nor reach me, I have chosen a criminal over a prince. I am being offered an elephant but I have abandoned it in search of ants. A fool I was, indeed. I have purposely ignored the big picture and chosen to chase the wind.

 

I sighed. Na wa.

 

I continued my thoughts on another lane. Wasn’t the devil you knew better than the angel you didn’t know, again? Abi them don change am? What if all these things wey e dey do so na lamba for me to fall enter e trap? How will a full-blooded and virile man love one person for over 5 years and decide to wait even when it has been made crystal clear that the road is blocked? Maybe he is a ritualist and he has been instructed to bring me to renew his ritual. HOLY GHOST FIRE.  I am a child of the Apostle Paul. Apostle Paul for Agege. No prosper fashioned against me shall weapon… na so? No. No fashioned weapon against me… na the bible verse sabi. God know wetin I dey talk. That’s all that mattered.

 

He was returning from the kitchen, a smile plastered on his boyish face, holding two plates of steaming jollof rice and egg when we heard a knock on the door.

 

Upon opening up, a team of police officers, with faded black uniforms, stared back at us.

 

“Which one of you is Tshezi Tenumah?” 

 

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            FitGiant