The Mortician…

THE WRITER

ALEXANDER AKOTO ADJEI

THE MORTICIAN

(Nii Dromo The Mortuary Man)

EPISODE 8

When I saw it was Tilly calling I place the phone on silent and placed the phone under Ken’s pillow because I didn’t want any disturbance when men started working on the labour field.

As for her reason for calling I didn’t know and was not interested in it for the moment.

I might never get the opportunity Maabena had just offered me again because, as the saying went, “some opportunities comes but once, so I just had to take the bull by the horn.”

I joined Maabena in the washroom and when I entered, she had bent down in the doggy style manner washing her panties.

The young man between my legs was very stiff as my eyes sent a quick signal to my mind which descended to my waist. In fact, I could have cracked a hard nut with it.

I went closer to her and held her waist and as if she was already poised to receive me, she held my erect mamba and inserted it into her core gravity.

I started banging her hard from behind and believe me the noise and cacophonous sound that Maabena was releasing was enough to keep everyone at the hostel awake all night long.

During this period my strength kept increasing as Maabena was demanding for extra strength from me as I banged her. She pleaded for me to hold her heavy boobs as I banged her. All this while, the shower was running over us and believe me, I now understood why Ken wanted to draw down every panty he came across.

I think after water that I had tasted on earth, the next sweetest thing in the world happened to be in between the legs of human beings.

My dear brothers and sisters am I lying with what I said above?

Oh, don’t give me that look because I know you are not a Saint.

I know you like it even more than myself telling you the story!!!

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Well, let us continue with my narration.

In about 10-15 minutes of vigorous and merciless banging I felt something coming out from me. First, it started from my legs then to my waist and now I felt it coming through my manhood.

I started screaming and told Maabena about what I was feeling and she told me not to stop and that I should continue doing what I was doing.

She stressed that I should deposit anything that comes out from my manhood into her and as I felt something coming out of my manhood, I heard Maabena screaming and mentioning the name of God as she breathed heavily.

I took the young man out from Maabena’s golden palace and I felt weak.

My legs were not having the stamina it had before I entered the washroom so I leaned against the wall as Maabena washed and cleaned me before we came back to the room together and fell on my bed.

I had a lot of questions in stock for her as she was by chance having much experience and exposure in sex than me,

Me: Why were you moaning and crying as we started having sex?

Her: I was not crying, you silly boy. I was only moaning to show appreciation to the good work you were doing.

Me: So, was it the reason why you had become a terrorist by asking me to destroy it and a beggar by pleading for me to give it to you more and more?

Her: Hahahahahahahaha, you this guy you blast ooo! So were you recording the sounds I was making in your head just to play it for me when we finish enjoying ourselves?

Me: Why did you ask me to deposit everything into you when I could have dropped it on the floor?

Her: (looked at me in a sexy way as she held and rubbed my manhood as if she wanted to peel of the skin off it) Well, I am in my safe period and that I needed your fluids to help nourish my body and skin.

Me: But why were you screaming the name of God when I released into you? Was my jizz too hot when it entered into you, or did I hurt you with my manhood?

Her: For the screaming and my religiousness, I was getting my orgasm that was why I screamed. You really rocked me hard and mercilessly and in fact I enjoyed every part of the job you did in there and they say when its sweet we call for a replay.

Can you please give it to me again but please give it to me extra hard this time around? I don’t mind paying you for this service. It has been long since I got such a treat from a man. In fact, you are a real African man.

Me: Why not, my dear? It’s a pleasure servicing you.

With this comment I jumped on her again with a renewed spirit and strength like that of a stallion horse and banged her as if my life depended on the sexual bliss I was having that very moment.

The kind of moans and chants that came from Maabena was crazy and the more she pleaded for mercy, the more merciless I became.

She gave me countless and mind-blowing styles that even at that moment when you ask me of my name, I could be wrong with the answer that I will give you.

In fact, she took me to cloud 9 brought me back to earth and later sent me to the moon. Even though the fan was running at the top speed I was sweating like a Roman father who had been caught having sex with a nun in the parish.

Maabena all of a sudden started breathing heavily and held me tight and closed her eyes tightly as if she was about to die.

I wanted to stop but my senses had left me and all I could do was to swing my waist up and down in a rhythmical way that I was the only one who knew which beat I was playing in my head.

As Maabena held me tightly I felt her core was slippery, but as time went on I felt that place being dry and as selfish as I was I didn’t stop only to start feeling some pains on my manhood.

That was the only time I realized I had to go on a break.

As I withdrew my manhood, I saw some bruises on it and I asked Maabena if all was well. She frowned and told me I had scattered things down her royal palace.

As a novice, I asked for further explanation and she told me that as she got very wet down there it meant that she had gotten to the climax of her orgasm.

After feeling that way there was nothing at that moment that I could do to make her extra wet so I needed to stop or add a lubricant to make the penetration easier and smoother.

I asked her why she didn’t stop me but she told me she was enjoying the extra benefits even though she was feeling the pain.

We went to shower and came to sleep not on my bed but Ken’s bed because my bed was soaked with sweat due to the drilling business we just did on it.

In less than ten minutes that we came back from the washroom I heard Maabena snoring heavily.

Hahahahahahaha she was tired due to the overspeed I took her. Abi she said she was a rough rider with cars. Me too I was a rough rider in bed next time again try me and I will cripple you.

I started reflecting on what I did and I was proud of myself. I knew now anybody who sent me to a mallam for rituals would not succeed because I was no longer a virgin.

My worst nightmare had become a harmless dream now.

Now I could also hit my chest and call myself a man. No more wet dreams and imagining how it felt like to be inside a woman.

Suddenly, the name of Tilly came to mind and I started feeling guilty because I had cheated on her for the very first time. I heard two people fighting in my head, one saying I had not done anything wrong and the other person judging me for cheating on the lady I loved.

I later brought my phone out only to see seventy-six missed calls, four messages and countless WhatsApp messages from Tilly my love.

One of her messages stated clearly that she had escaped from her boyfriend just to come back to the party grounds but could not see me.

She wanted to know my whereabouts so she could join me.

The guilt at this time heightened in me but there was nothing I could do at that time to salvage the situation after all Maabena had done equally what Tilly could do to me that night and probably done better than even what my love Tilly could have done.

Secondly, I knew what Maabena and I did was a one-night stand which I might never get the opportunity to lure her to bed ever again in my life.

With Tilly, I knew there were thousands of opportunities to pin her down any moment from now. I decided calling Tilly back but I realized it was not relevant to do so since Maabena was already in my camp.

I switched the phone off to avoid any inconvenience and went to sleep. And then, I woke up very late the following morning with some sweet aroma of food smelling in the room. I nearly mentioned Tilly’s name when I woke up and saw a lady in the kitchen.

I joined her inside the kitchen only to receive accolades from her.

Good morning my Beast of no Nation was how she greeted me, my romantic lion, and chopping champion how was your night? I gave a wicked smile and told her I had the best night ever in my life.

I smell a looming danger ahead for Nii Dromo. Join me in the evening when I release next episode to know what exactly am talking about.

To be continued………………………. #Yeb3toaso

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About The Writer:

I am Akoto Adjei Alexander, a Christian. A product of Abetifi Presbyterian Senior High School, Abetifi-Kwahu. I am in my late 20’s and the last born of the boys my parent brought to earth. Basically, I am a fiction/scriptwriter who loves to write about nature and the realities of life. I do a little of Graphics Design, I do MC’ing of events somethings, a Motivational Speaker and a Relationship Talk Expert.

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