The Legend Of Dayo is here…
THE LEGEND OF DAYO
SEASON 3: THE RIVALRY
Chioma, alarmed by Temi’s strident voice, put a finger across his lips and traced his lips tenderly.
“It’s okay, Temi,” she whispered lustfully. “When the amu grows harder and bigger, it means it likes what I’m doing to it. It is a perfectly normal reaction. In fact, if it had remained flat and soft as I hold it, it would mean the amu has a big problem.”
“Ah!” Temi moaned. “That is indeed a relief! I feel distressed, Chioma. I feel I need to do something but I do not know what.”
“You will know what presently, Temi,” she said, her voice almost a croak as her breathing now came almost in wheezes. “Just relax for me.”
He closed his eyes as she continued to scrub him with the sponge, and then she released the plug and let the soapy water pass out. She put the plug back in and looked at his enraged amudike.
“Oh, my!” she whispered, licking her lips. “This is more than I bargained for! More than I have ever seen…but I’ll do my best, oh yes, I certainly will!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Chioma,” he whispered dazedly.
“You will know, Temi, dear,” she whispered.
She scooped fresh water from a barrel near the bath and washed him down, and then she made him stand in the bath and used a clean towel to dry him.
“Oh, see how it is still hard!” Temi said, pointing to the rage between his legs. “It is throbbing.”[stextbox id=”alert” caption=”WARNING”]Exclusive Content to http://www.aaron-ansah-agyeman.com Do not copy or share on any other site. Do not share on any WhatsApp, Facebook or Social Media page. ONLY SHARE THE LINKS TO THE STORY[/stextbox]
“Oh, oh!” Chioma moaned, and then she helped him out of the bath and promptly wrapped her arms around his neck, pushed herself into him, and clamped her lips to his.
She met his rigid teeth, and pressed with her tongue harder and pried his teeth open, and then she kissed him with explosive passion.
His tongue darted uncertainly against hers for a moment, and then he kissed her.
She reached down, grabbed him and fondled him.
“Can I touch your amu too?” he asked breathlessly as the excitement of desire caught him hard.
“Mine is not amu…it is otu! But yes, yes, Temi, yes, you definitely should!” she groaned.
She stepped out of her panties and faced him.
His eyes widened, and he put his head to one side to peer at the juncture of her thighs.
“Oh, you don’t have anything!” he exclaimed in confusion. “Just…hair!”
Chioma grabbed his hand and thrust it between her thighs, holding his finger and draping it gently across her erected knob.
“It is a hole!” Temi exclaimed, greatly alarmed and agitated. “There’s a hole inside you! Are you hurt? Is it a wound? Why is it so wet? Is it blood? Who opened this hole in you?”
“Oh, surely you’re not that innocent!” Chioma explained with some amount of perplexity in her voice. “I’m inclined to believe that maybe you jest with me, Temi!”
“Jest with you?” Temi exclaimed, greatly bothered. “Someone pulled out your otu and left a wet hole inside you and you think I’m jesting? Go on, put your own hand there and feel it! It is a hole with a knob in it, Chioma! You’re hurt!”
“A hole with a knob indeed! Oh, of all the silliness!” she exclaimed gutturally, and then she grabbed his hand and impatiently drew him back to the bedroom.
Panting hard, she pushed him down on the bed, and then she unhooked her bra and took it off. Her heavy melons bounced out gloriously.
“Chineke Baba!” Temi exclaimed as he reached out and ran his hands over her appendages. “They’re big! They’re jiggly and wiggly! What in the name of Zinga are these round things with pebble tips on your chest?”
Chioma was almost drooling now.
She got across him and straddled him. She held his amudike and lined up her otu on it, and then she slowly and carefully lowered herself onto it, little by little, inch by inch, her lower lip clamped between her teeth, her face screwed up with the depths of her ecstasy.
“Hey!” Temi said, his voice strangled. “What are you doing? My amu is being eaten by your otu…are you going to hurt me? What are you….oh, oh, oh, that’s…that’s nice…oh…what feeling is that? Oh, nice…oh, oh, I like it!”
Chioma was moaning and wheezing as she slowly sank down on him, and then she came up slowly, then down, riding him slowly to get used to him, and then she began a most enjoyable ride as she fell into rhythm.
Temi’s mouth was opened with great delight and demented shock as she worked on him! Waves of sweetness engulfed him. With the inbred intuition of a real lover his hands came up, and he gently caressed her nipples as she moved into a faster rhythm, her cries and moans interspersed with gasps of pleasure.
After a moment she got up gently, making him plop out of her, and then she got on her knees and grabbed his amu.
Her lips hovered above it.
“Chioma, hey Chioma!” Temi exclaimed with sudden fear. “Are you going to eat it? Are you going to bite it off?”
Her lips descended on him, her tongue flipping him expertly, and then she took him deeply into her mouth.
“Ohhhhhhhh!!!” Temi groaned with deep feeling. “That gobbling is…sweeeeet! Yes, that is lovely…gobble it, Chioma, gobble, gobble, gobble, oh, gobble…”
Her head came up and she glared at him.
“Stop it!” she whispered with some amount of discomfiture. “Stop that gobble, gobble, gobble…it’s turning me off!”
And when Temi, eyes glazed with passion, promptly pushed both of his lips between his teeth with the fear that she might stop doing what she was doing, Chioma giggled and shook her head at his sheer innocence, and then she lowered her lips on him once more.
After a while, she turned her back to him, and straddled him again. She lowered herself on him, and then she began a fierce ride that made him groan with intensified passion as he grabbed her waist.
Looking at her back and down to her rounded derriere, Temi thought it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
She became frenzied now, moving that lovely waist of hers with explosive violence, lost in the heavenly cocoon of her lust. Every movement of hers caused oceans to roll in him, fires to sear him, rocks to cascade on him, and mountains to collapse in his soul.
It was the sweetest feeling ever, and he wished it would go on and on and on!
He felt something building in him, something mighty and shuddering, something that threatened to tear him up into pieces…
It scared him a bit, but he was too much excited and feeling too much pleasure to stop!
“Temi, Temi, Temi, Temi, Temi!” Chioma said in a strained voice as she moved faster and harder, grinding down her otu with relentless violence on his amudike. “Temiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!”
He felt her gripping him with staccato shivers running down his body, and it made the whole world explode within him, and he screamed out his first ever orgasm in a loud voice!
Chioma was bucking violently in her orgasm, her body rocking mightily as she thrashed around like a canoe in a storm!
And then the door crashed open and Prosper Freeman came in with his sword drawn and his alarmed eyes sweeping the room frantically.
He was wearing only a pair of white undershorts, and his face was fierce as he swept his sword around the room.
“What the hell is going on here?” he thundered, and then he saw the passion-engorged faces of Temi and Chioma, and his expression became one of great fury. “Fools! Stupid fools! Oh, you damn idiots!”
Prosper Freeman looked so angry that for one very brief moment, Temi was scared the man would run his sword through the terrified girl.
Chioma slipped off Temi and hid behind him, drawing the sheets up to cover her nakedness, her face expressing her sheer horror as she quivered with fright.
“Get up, girl!” Prosper said furiously. “Get dressed up and get the hell out of here this instant, you damn slut!”
Chioma got off the bed with a frantic wail, and picked up pieces of garments, and then she fled into the bathroom.
Prince Temi, still gasping with the powerful orgasm he had had, looked up dully at the furious commander.
“What’s with you?” he asked dully. “Why are you terrifying Chioma?”
“You keep your damn mouth shut, or I swear I’ll slice off your head where you lie!” Prosper hissed between clenched teeth, his eyes drilling belligerently into the young prince almost with sheer malice.
He looked so indescribably furious that Temi felt a stab of anxiety creeping up his spine.
And, unseen by anyone in that room, very high in the dark skies, a pair of huge, red demonic eyes were etched deeply in the dark clouds, watching everything that was happening in the room with deadly interest, focused primarily on Prince Temidayo!
These were the same red eyes that had appeared in the sky, and later tried to drown Temidayo in the river with Neji Helen!
The same demon Jhon Moziz had rescued them from!
“Leke Olugbade Bally!” the demonic voice rumbled in the sky. “You must see this…you must know this…very soon!”[stextbox id=”info” caption=”JOIN US ON WHATSAPP“]
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