Chapter 112: Chapter 112
Chapter 112
~ Take me back to 1991~
Clap-clap –clap, -clap, thus was the sound that hung across the room; Ken was banging into Mrs. Fanny
“Oh my goodness, I am going to miss you, Ken!” Mrs. Fanny said the rest in ear-splitting moan that cracked into the quiet, ambience of the home. At this time her eyes would open and at the other time her eyes would be shut, with reddened face and gaping mouth wide enough for her tongue to stick out. Like a driller, ken’s waist rotated, paused, grinded, shifted sideways and pounded powerfully between her thighs, into her vagina, leaving her bust bouncing within her chest. Her waist and thighs trembled and body sweating and vibrating under him as the bed creaked under their weight.
“Oh, oh, yeah, Ken hmmm , hit me so that I won’t miss you again!” she moaned, stretching her legs so wide as an athlete trying out some rubber-kicks; her legs almost touching the edges of the wall giving his busy waist enough room to clap harder into her.
“Oh shit! Oh-Ken,” she moaned, “You are the best,” she stuttered between completing her words and moaning.
Suddenly he pulled out of her slimy vagina, dragged her up and lifted her to his shoulders. Locating the nearest edge of a seat close by, he laid her down, on all fours, bent her neck to the floor, thrusted his oily penis through her buttocks and pounded mightily without caution.
“Oh that is it! she gritted gnashing her teeth smacking her lips, grinning her face shutting her eyes opening her mouth and supporting her dangling breasts which could scarcely stay at a place due to the stubborn pound. In few minutes he was out of her vagina. with her legs raised across his shoulders, he thrusted his wet penis into her, gave a few more strokes that clapped into her vagina, bent to her face, held her shoulders, jerked repeatedly, stilled his entire body and collapsed on her body, as she wriggled her waist to accept all of his cum.
“Oh damn.”
“Yes…yeah…” he groaned, as they panted into each other’s face, locked eyes and kissed at length with their hands scrubbing and rubbing all over their body. He pulled back his face to stop the kissing, before sliding out his wet venous penis from her creamy vagina.
“Oh Ken,” she nagged, “Where are you off to now. We still have enough time to hit second round, cutie.”
Hell no, look at what is it by the time,” he protested, pointing at the clock on the wall. “I got flight to catch, estimated departure time, nine-thirty.” He stood in front of the mirror, beholding how endowed he was down there, and then stretching his hand to the tissue paper, to cut some which he used to damp his penis.
“I can’t get enough of your alpha dick.” She smacked her lips, curled back under the duvet, stroked her ponytail hair and snorted with dissatisfaction as her eyes rolled back in lust. “You fucked me as one that may not be returning any time soon,” she mumbled, trying to know what was on his mind.
She caught sight of the tray of cigar by the edge of the bed, stretched for it, and earned herself a stick, which came between her thick lips as she caught it in blue smoke from the lighter and started smoking.
“Why not? New York is not my home,” he said and saw that she was out to seduce and keep him from traveling. She had raised the duvet on her leg region, parted her legs and her well shaven creamy thick vagina flashed at him like well ripened half of paw-paw standing in vertical position.. He threw away his gaze forcibly when he couldn’t resist the gorgeous sight.
“I really need to file a divorce case over there for a client, and after that I will be standing in for a woman whose son is victim of police brutality,” he lied.
Lying was the only trick he could pull through in order to escape to New York and visit his son – Jacy had phoned him two days ago about Blueeyes catching the flu, and worst still, demanding to see his father.
She dimmed her eyes to draw from her cigar. “You have been frequenting New York lately. You seem to have more clients over there than here.” She opened her legs wider and he returned his gaze to his tormentor, appreciating her delicate seed-like clitoris and feeling grateful and fulfilled for banging it every now and then.
Done feeding his eyes with his unavoidable huge penis, he tied up a towel, stretched to the tray of cigar took a stick to join her in the smoking.
“Yes of course,” he replied and kept mute to light the butt of the cigar. He whistled as he blew a cloud of smoke through his mouth and nostrils. “Oh yes that is what you get when you school and start of your career in a particular place. New York has played a major role in my success as a lawyer, as a matter of fact in the months to come I will be doing New York because some of my old clients are soliciting for my legal expertise.”
He wasn’t good at lying and he never had thought he could lie until now, every concept of his speech delivered so well that he doubted if he was the one telling the lies. Although he tried to be choosy with his words, he needed to be cautious in order not to be suspected by Mrs. Fanny.
“Maybe your sub sequent trips to New York I will join you and keep your libido warm after a long day in court, what do you think?”
He forced a smile, licked his lips before smoking yet further. “Eh, there may not be need for that. Both of us are not supposed to be on a plane at the same time. What if it crashes, it then means the both of us will perish? No.” He sat on the bed, just opposite her vagina lips which sank between her beefy thighs and it was as though, he was speaking to the vagina. “I will only be away for three days and I will be back to fuck you and make you spell your name without alphabets.” A huge smile coiled up his lips as he smoked his cigar to the butt and kept it on the tray.
She took a glance at the clock. “Your departure time is nine-thirty and this is nine o’ clock. Today is Friday and there won’t be rush hour traffic on the road. If you go down on me and suck that pussy I promise you not only will you catch your flight but also you will win your court cases in New York,” she said coldly and needy with lust hanging in her brown eyes.
“Oh-oh- … oh shit, yes that is my Ken, hmmm,” she had started moaning through shut eyes, gritted teeth and uneasy breath.
With one hand she stroked her breasts and with the other hand she dragged the bed spread; Ken was drying up her vagina with his long wide tongue.
“Take me back to 1991…oh…uh…” she moaned on, disturbing the peaceful night.