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[STORY] MY WHATSAPP VISITOR (Episode 07)

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3 months ago

October 4, 2024

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Episode 07.

We wrapped up the chat with the promise that she will visit me when I get to PH city, my mother walked pass my room window.

Mom: na only phone this boy dey read.

I dropped my phone and left it inside, I went out and joined my brother in frying garri. After we are done, my father called both of us.

Dad: make ona go collect ona clothe for tailor hand, we go travel tomorrow.

Me: you mean Village? *he nod*

I was very happy ’cause we didn’t go to village through out the Christmas holiday, we took bike and went to town.

On getting to town, we entered inside thr market were there lots of stores side by side with just walk-way for buyers to see their desire products.

We got to the tailor section and met the man who was making the material we gave him a week ago for us,

Me: sir, good evening.

Victory: good evening.

Tailor: ona don come for the material?

Me: I nod.

Tailor: I no get your measurement that day oh! I never do your own finish, no vex.

Victory: your travelling don get k leg.

Me: oga na me?

Tailor: yes, see your brother own.

He went inside and brought a bag, he gave it to my brother who opened it and brought out a well fashioned long sleeves and trouser.

Me: oga, how we go do am? The travelling na tomorrow.

Tailor: you go give me your measurement, by tomorrow I don do am finish.

Victory: that kind thing.

Tailor: na only shirt remain.

He took his tape and measured me, he jotted it down on a paper.

We left after he has taken the desire information, we got home and talked about lots of Village happenings.

Victory: hope say nobody dey carry gun for village oh!

Me: you wan go shoot or go burial.

We laughed over it and slept off, the next morning my parents asked us to prepare.

Everyone started parking, I follow sha…

After we are done, I went to the tailor’s shop alone.

Me: oga, good afternoon. I don come oh.

Tailor: oga no vex, my stitching machine don spoil.

Me: how you wan do am na? You say my come today.

Tailor: come tomorrow, I don send am go where person go do am.

I shook my head and went back home empty-handed, the vehicle that will convey us to village was already there.

Dad: where your clothes?

Me: the man say na tomorrow.

Dad: we go leave you here, tomorrow you carry yourself come.

Mom: look at you, you nofit do something well.

I went inside house and nurse my pains alone, our tenants have all gone back to the village. I was only one at home, the spirit of konji now enter me.

Luckily for me, Chika appeared with bucket to come and fetch water in our tap.

Chika: how far? Why your face dey like person wey from mortuary.

Me: enter na, na only me dey.

Chika: to come do w€tin?

Me: you know say I dey eye you tay tay, come make we talk.

Chika: I dey hear you from here.

Girls and shakara, someone that have been wanting me to handle her oh!

Me: I buy one fine necklace for you.

Chika: talk truth.

Me: you dey doubt me, you no know how I love you oh!

She left her bucket and came inside, I walked inside my room and she entered with me.

I locked the door.

Chika: wey the necklace?

I pulled my short and my h*rd d*ck sprang up, standing straight and rigid to pound her hard.

Me: see am here na *pointing at my d*ck*

Chika: abegi wear your short, as if say you fit use w€tin you carry.

Me: after the world war one, you go know.

Chika: hiaa! na fight.

Me: you too dey make mouth.

I removed my shirt, luckily she didn’t wear any bra. Her br*asts is round and small with n*pples forming a ball on the innocent fabric, she isn’t tall. Her height will be about my neck, her big nyash isn’t of her size. She wore a short skirt that stopped just before her kneel.

Chika: I nodey in the mood.

Me: I go put you in the mood.

The veins in my d*ck were just forming thunder lines all over it, I came closer and she shifted back staring at my d*ck.

I held her by the waist and started kissing all over her face down to her neck, I grabbed her bumbum and press hard.

Chika: I no wan do, stop na.

Me: you dey try me since.

Chika: sas you dey mount pressure as if say you go fit do anything.

With force, her skirt and her p*nt together were dragged to her legs, she was surprised.

I helped her with the singlet she wore, I cupped her br*asts and started s*cking the br*asts like someone that his throat have dry and luckily bought cold pure water with his last card.

I make sure I s*cked out milk from her br*asts, she was just m*aning and rubbing my head.

I carried her and dropped on the bed, spread her legs and positioned myself, I rubbed my d*ck on her opening and pushed it in, she shifted and I missed the thr*st.

Chika: aaahh! Em no go end.

Me: shut up!

I spit on my palm and grease her p*ssy opening with it, held in place and held my d*ck with my hand and gave her a powerful thr*st, she shifted up.

Chika: aaahhh! Small small.

Me: for where?

I held her shoulder and started b*nging her h*rd, my waist was just moving open and down.

She was giving me lots of tones to the reggae we are dancing, my waist started aching with the force I was using. My no die on top toto.

I got up and turned her over, hold her waist and lifted it up. She got the message and placed her two hands on the bed, I stood at the edge of the bed and spanked her big nyash.

Chika: asshh!

Me: I go show you today.

I spread her *ss cheeks and positioned myself between her legs and held my d*ck, I pressed it hard on her opening and forced myself in.

Our body sweaty as I started another round of hot banging.

Chika: asshh! Aaahh!! You wan kill me.

Me: I no fit handle you na, aaahhh!

She tried to crawl away, I held her waist and gave it to her hotter. She grabbed the bedsheet and started wiggling on the bed.

I grabbed her br*asts from behind, and started moving my waist back and front.

Voice: Victor, no kill person pikin oh.

I heard from outside, I paused.

To Be Continued….. . . .