Straight and Rotund

Episode 6

"Are you mad?"
"Who are you calling Honey?"
"Look at you." The onlookers closed in; Stan had moved, turned his head and thus exposed her rolling mammaries which had been covered by his upper torso.
"Please, Am sorry." She begged. I was disappointed.
"Sorry?"
"Can everyone see them?" I looked to crowd to confirm that they paid them total attention.
"Ana, let me not see you step a foot in my house."
"Father, it will cut o!" Stan cried out. "Please, I will die o!" The crowd
rowed with laughter.
I couldn't utter any words. Indeed there's nothing done under the sun that won't be found out someday.
"When did you birthed him? Some man asked from the crowd. That again caused ripples of laughter.
What was I still doing here? even Beverly that had my heart racing I was determined to run from. Yet, Ana, wife, was strafing my own cousin.
Stanley continued begging.
"You haven't had enough of her na." Another person screamed within the choking crowd.
"Make nobody pull them commot o else then go die." The lanky man adviced.

I turned and the crowd made a way for me like they were the Red Sea and I, Moses.
I had no role in their predicament. It was simply an act of God. Yet, I couldn't justify the goodness in leaving them like that but it's time my cousin learnt a lesson. Who knows if it had also happened under my roof?

I got home a little past seven, climbed up the front porch rather bravely for a disheartened man walking to his murder. I took a few long breathe before pressing the door bell. Beverly opened the door after a few more chimes. A knife wasn't what I excepted to see when the door creaked open. I nearly took-off at the sight of the cleaver, if not that she was in an apron and smiling.
"Welcome Tay." She said, turned and raced into the kitchen. I entered the house but was skeptical about closing the door after me. The fear of the knife had not only rendered most of my senses numb but injected a large dose of adrenaline in my palpitating heart. Cautiously, I took staggering steps towards my room. When I got to the corridor, I angled my head to see into the kitchen. What's smoking? The aroma hit me. The air within the whole house was permeated with something delicious. I have never perceived anything like it. It made my tongue wet, and my throat dry. I dropped my briefcase there where I stood and directed my feet towards the kitchen.
"What are you cooking?" I queried as I walked into the kitchen. Without waiting for an answer, I took a tour. Garlic, lemons, chicken, olive oil, types of granulated spices, vegetables and fruits chopped into small sizes few of them I had never seen in my life like a leaf I got to know was rosemary.
She offered me a chunk of the golden brown chicken to taste. I gaped at her, then continued chewing the tasty chicken. Unknowingly, I sucked in the juice it left in my mouth. Beverly snorted and I realized what I had done.
"It's obvious that you like it." I nodded.
"We are having Gamberi Al Rosemarino, Pollo Arrosto and Collins for dinner."
"What's that?" She smiled. I tried to open a bowl she covered but she slapped my wrist.
"You would find out when it's served. Now, go wash up, shave and come to feast."
"Wow, that's nice" it would have been better if was my birthday.
I could not wait to eat this; I have a weakness for great meal. Within a few minutes I was done shaving and bathing.
Beverly was doing dishes at the sink when I walked in.
"Tay, ain't you suppose to be in the bathroom?"
"I am done." I opened my arms so she see I was in my PJs. She chuckled.
"It's just been what? Five minutes?"
I shrugged.
"Indeed, the easiest way to catch a man is through his stomach." She whispered.
"Yes, and so what? Just finish, let me do justice to it."
"That's funny," She chuckled. "I was thinking of doing justice to you." She smacked her butt with her lather covered palm and licked her upper lips with her long tongue.
Oh! We are still here? My heart shivered while she did that, it brought back memories of what happened in the car. Well, I was not missing this food, moreover, I have the licence to cheat now and infact needed some release of my pent up horniness. What the hell? Let's do this. I walked back to the sitting room.

She declined my request to eat alone, and insisted we ate together. When she was done bathing, she joined me at the dinning in an a green Abercrombie and Fitch shirt. While uncovering the meal, I caught a glimpse of blue panties. I was probably going to eat tasty meals and a box. The food and cocktail were simply the best anyone is had. I wouldn't bother trying to explain how it tasted, right now as I type I feel my tongue wetting up.

Washing over my mouth, nose and eyes was Beverly's colourless, lemonade tasting squirt.

After eating we relocated to the front of the TV. The mood heralded sex. She sat for a while, then disappeared into her room. It's been a while since she is been there, I hope she hasn't fallen asleep. Tonight, I must humble her. My filled stomach promised that I would do that. Beverly reappeared with, a lighter, two glasses and a bottle labelled Scottish Rum. She set them on the side stool, sat next to me, and poured a full glass and half a glass.
"Top your own na." I leered. "I thought you were a bad girl."
She laughed.
"Actually, that" pointing at the half glass "is yours."
She raised her top, overturned a side of her panties, produced something straight, fat and wrapped in brown paper. I watched her put its smaller end in her mouth and put fire at the other end which was rotund and enclosed. Is this what I think it is? The air in the room; dense with smoke. She puffed fogs through her mouth and nostrils.
"Do you know what Buddha is?"
"No, I don't." She beamed, her eyes smaller.
"Have a taste of Buddha." She offered, and I refused. I was content with sipping the rum and watching music videos playing on my beclouded TV. I never liked smoking, I'd smoked when I was a young man at a party. But, that was the only time. She pulled off her top. While I watched her breasts bounce with tilts and shifts, I remembered Kofi talk about a one time girlfriend of his back home at Ghana who when high from smoking weed, could never be satisfied with several romps.

"I love this song." She screamed and dropped the Buddha on the couch when Mike Okri's rumba dance played. I picked up the Buddha to avoid it from burning the couch. Her boobies bounced on her chest randomly as she danced around the center table and towards me. When she wasn't facing me, I took a drag and the world slowed, a strange but sweet calmness overcame me. I peered into the cloud I had exhaled to see Beverly smiling at me. She urged me to continue,then produced another stick from her panties again and dropped it on the table. I took a few more drags and everything became smaller like I was on top of a skyscraper. I felt my legs pulled, then heard my butt land with a thud on the floor.
"Have you eaten?" She asked and stood with her legs spread by the sides of my head, my eyes directly staring into the sky; her blue coloured panties was far 'in-between' her fair thighs.
"Have you ever eaten a woman?" She distracted my wanton focus. I have eaten but eaten a woman? No, I am not a cannibal.
"I am not a cannibal." She snorted.
She stepped aside, peeled off her blue panties and sat on my face.
"Well, you about to be one." And took a swing of her drink.

She moaned loudly, gripped my head, scolded me if I reduced the pace with which I ate and tongued her pvssy. After a while, she whimpered and babbled greatly. She inclined her arms after my head and enclosed my face, her hips rocked and rattled over it. I could tell she was climaxing but I never expected it to rain.
I tried pushing her off my face, but she wasn't going anywhere I managed to sniff enough air while she caught her breath.
She wiggled down my body and slided off my trousers. My Jvhn dying for attention stood tall and proud. In a swift gulp she swallowed it. She sucked, lapped and mumbled with it in her mouth. I groaned and held her head. The mouth action was sloopy, bubbly and my legs wobbling. She slurped when she pulled. I tried pulling her head back and she whacked me lightly on the face.

She squatted on her knees and moaningly inserted my hard dixs into her pvssy. Indeed pvssys are different, it gripped tightly to my dixs and took all of it. She placed her hands on my legs and began fuvking me with reckless abandon. I groped at her big breasts and tried raising head to taste it's hardened nipple. She switched from her knees to her feet, and it became wild. The angle was killing her. She moaned so loud than the pelting sounds of our bodies seemed like whispers, I was sure my neighbors could hear her moans. Did I lock the door when I entered? What if this girl's pvssy locks me in like Stan? I was not thinking of magun which was a kind of spell cast on a cheating wife. She was not someone's wife at least not yet. I was scared of vaginismus; a term given to a severe contraption of the vagina during sex that grips vice-like unto the penis. It would be terrible should what happened to Ana and Stan happen to Beverly and I, God forbid.
"I'm gonna cum." She screamed
"Squeeze my breasts." I began rolling her breasts in my hand. She went frenzy and doubled up the speed of her bounce.
"Oh, I'm cuuuuuummmmiinnnggg."
She slumped on my chest, panting hard and sweaty. So this is all you have. I thought. You done know what you are in for.
"Did you release?" I asked?
"Ssshhh"

I tried adjusting, my nose was buried in her hair.

"What?" I shouted.
Uma was standing inside few feets away from the door and watching.