Countless - S01 E95

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Countless - S01 E95

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 95

If there was really something they call a jungle of thought, I’m darn sure I was truly and totally lost in it. I just knew my friend to be a backbitter and a very stingy a-----e, but I wouldn’t have fathom it in a thousand years that he would also have the guts to stoop so low into rap!ng someone when all he needs to get any lady to open the gate of her p---y for him is just a few sweet words. Only gawd can tell how deep Jide has gone in this wayward life thats painting his once-upon-a-time fine reputation now very bad.

Favour noticed how deep in thought I was and she shifted her head closer to me and stated in a whisper.

“Darous…look at me….I need your help to verify who really rap3d me. I can tolerate many things including having the baby but what I can’t tolerate is not knowing the bastard that rap3d me…Please….” She said that fondl!ng my hand that was on the table.

For five minutes, I silently studied her face trying to detect any traces of conspiracy in it but all I could see was pure look of hurt and contempt lurking inside her shakiralistic face. She was indeed hurting inside.

“what will you do to Jide if you eventually found out it was him that rap3d you?” I asked out of curiousity after the prolong silence.

“I haven’t thought of that yet…but I think we can both devise a plan to deal with him since we’ve both suffered in his devious hand….Darous don’t you see it? This is our chance…its our revenge!” She said with a determined tone.

“hmmm…” I hummed. “thats intimidating….but now tell me Favour, what makes you think it was Jide that rap3d you? Cos as far as complicated situations go, this might be the height of misunderstanding for all I can think of….what makes you so sure it was him?”

“I’ve know your friend for more than…lets say 3months now, and have known him with only one type of perfume….which is FiveEleven. Am I right?” She asked.

“yea..yea…you’re right, he’s fond of that cologne.”

“fine…” She chuckled. “When I woke up the following day on my bed, its was that perfume that penetrated my nostrils…and with that proof alone, it has to be your friend. I don’t have any deal with anybody except your friend.”

“so your hunch is based solely on the smell of his perfume?”

“yes…am sure it has to be him.”

“if you’re so sure, then whats stopping you from going to the police?”

She made a low muffled sound.”with what evidence? A perfume? Why are you even acting as if you don’t want him to be punished? Darous, don’t forget everything he did to you….I would have loved to tell you what other plans he has in stock for you, but I don’t want to make it seem as if am trying to add more black color to his already tainted white…” She paused again. “com’on Darous, we’ve both suffered at his devious hands. Isn’t it time for him to start paying the wages of his sins?…..”

“and who appointed you as the minister for Payment of Sin Wages Affairs? Favour don’t you dare bring me into this” I cut in furiously banging my fist against the plastic table. “this…is your problem not mine! And don’t forget how you collaborated with him to make me suffer. His striker wouldn’t have had the chance to score any goal at my goal post if he hadn’t been receiving passes from your midfielder and mind you, if you’re looking for a partner in crime, please count me out!” I thundered.

“pleaaaaase! am sorry…I didn’t mean to get you angry..Its just that am not ok with how you’re reacting to this issue..”

“then leave me out of this….why should I even care if you got rap3d by a ghost or a demon? Don’t you know this is karma paying you back for everything you made me go through….” I said and made to walk out on her but she held my hands firmly on the table and began a quiet sobbing sound.

“please…am…so…sorry for everything I did to you….please Darous…forgive me….kindly find it in your heart to forgive me…. Please…am…am…so sorry….” She sobbed for more than six mins.

After glancing around and seeing the awkward look on the faces of the people inside the beer palour that was now forming an assembly on us, I returned my gaze at Favour and all my angry and furious feelings towards her flew away the moment I saw her watery eyes. She was indeed crying uncontrollably. I quickly asked Shango to verify the authenticity of her tears maybe its fake or genuine and he replied with the latter.

‘who am I not to forgive a begging beautiful lady? Shakira look alike for that matter. I’d be the latest fool in town to still be mad at her.’ I thought as I used my right palm to wipe away her tears and began to pacify her.

“so what do you want me to do for you now?” I asked her after I had succesfully made her to make a U-turn on her trip of cry.

“its simple, just help me get a sample of his blood and give me some money to carry out a D.N.A test on it. If his blood matches my baby’s blood, then I will be able to send him to prison…..” She stated with a wringering look.

After thinking thoroughly on her proposal, I cleared my dry throat and gulped down the remaining malt on the table. “hmmm…okay….lets do it this way, I will find a way to collect a sample of his hair, and you will follow me to where you want to have the D.N.A test. I pay for the service and we wait for the result….what about that?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“you still don’t trust me? Can’t blame you though….After everything I’d done to you, I should even be happy you gave me an attention…” She ended with a wryry smile.

“its not like that my dear….I believe your story but you can’t blame me if I decide to thread cautiously once in a while. And like you’ve rightly said, this is our revenge! And this is me taking part in it.” She smiled and walked to my table after which she gave me a friendly hug.

We engaged in a lenghty discussion of knowing more about eachother whence she told me a lot of things about herself and how Beauty and Pretty whom she claimed were renowned cultist in their school cajoled her into agreeing to help Jide treat my fvck up in the past. Although she said she only agreed to do it because money was involved.

After almost 4hrs spent inside the Beer palour without buying another drink except the 300naira Hi-malt we bought earlier, the bar girl grew tired of our presence and asked us to leave in order to make space available for their new and incoming guests.

Favour and I exchanged contacts and we slated another meeting for the following wednessday when we would both meet at the Sacred Heart Hospital at Lantoro for the D.N.A test.

***

Getting back home, my Gen was still on, Jide was not around likewise Bella.

I decided to call Jide to know where he is. He didn’t pick the call at first, but after the third attempt, he eventually did.

“hello guy, where you dey?” I asked

“ah

dey….erm….erm….bank….wetin happen?” He asked and I was about to reply when I started hearing some scuffle sound coming from his end of the conversation.

“you dey bank? By this time?”

“yes na…wetin be time?”

“its past 4 already na? Bank never close?…abi you go rob them ni?”

“you be mumu…na your papa go rob bank….call me back jor…ah dey busy…”

“idiot…when are you coming home?” I quickly squeezed that in before he could end the call.

“I don’t…..” He was interrupted by some underground voice. “bye” He ended the call.

“when did a bank became a super market?” I asked myself just before I entered my room.

Entering my room with a spare key, I found Nike sleeping nak3dly on the bed. Her face flat on the bed meaning her ass was facing the ceiling.

She appears to be so far into the dreamland or she’s just a first class pretender.

Seeing her nak3d and plump ass gave my konji an instant erection without it waiting for any approval from me.

I locked the door and walked to the bed where I found the 3 condoms I have left, but now scissorsly torn on the floor.

Without needing a soothesayer, I knew it was Nike’s doing.

I glanced at her nak3d ass again and the sudden urge to have an anal sex with her began to escalate within me.

I quickly approached the kitchen to get vegetable oil which I rubbed on my now erect konji.

Enthusiastically and Erotically simultaneously, I walked back to the room and gently got to her ass region and after kneeling down in-between the space between her spread legs, I began to rub the remnant of the oil gently on her puckered a-----e. Still she didn’t show any sign of waking up.

I first t----t my middle finger inside, followed by the index and later by the thumb inside her a-----e. It was tight at first but after relentless effort from my end and a big thanks to the lubrication, her virgin ass eventually loosened and I could easily work four fingers in and out of her ass.

Eagerly satisfied, I positioned my d!ck at the entrance of her a-----e and slowly began to t----t into her. The mushroom head went in easily but the rest of my konji’s passenger was finding it difficult to enter her private Jet.

All this while, She hasn’t made any sound or actions to make me think she’s aware of my presence. Maybe she’s an heavy sleeper after all.

Trying not to hurt her, I thrusted again and again all to no avail and I was about giving up before I began to feel her ass swaying and bucking backwards slowly against me till the whole lenght and girth of my d!ck eventually sunk into the sh!t storage of her beautiful body.

“wow!” I screamed subconsciously at the amazing feeling and treatment my d!ck was getting from resting idly inside her a-----e.

“what are you waiting for? Fvck me now!” Nike spoke out probably eager to feel the lenght of my d!ck raming in and out of her a-----e.

I wasn’t going to let her repeat the order. So I used all my energy to send my missille into the sambisa of her pleasurable forest.

“yes! Like that…fvck me hard! Hard!…” She screamed and simultaneously bucking her ass backwards to meet my t----t.

‘oh gawd of P---y! This is awesome.’

That was the voice of my konji telling me how hote-lic the a-----e of Nike, my girlfriend’s sister feels.

“yes…harder!…..” She continued to moan and thanks to the sound coming from the radio of the home theatre, the risk of the neighbours hearing our moans and cries is equal to zero.

“am cuumming!” She screamed again in low muffled tone after almost 20mins of our sodomnization.

She wriggled her ass ferociously at my crotch region thereby making my balls to make a tingling contact with her p---y opening in the process.

“ah gawd!….am gonna die!…” Those were her words as the final surge of waves from ectasy ran through her beautiful body. She went limp and dropped her head to the bed after which she raised up her ass and beckoned me to continue fvcking her.

Am not the type that waits for second order, so I ferociously and with the intent of spraying my upcoming sperm inside the bowels of her a-----e, and still on my knees, held her ass cheeks on both sides and sent my konji down deeper into the very depth of her anal cavity.

‘Beautiful things that happeninining, as time goes on….’ the music of MTN’s popular caller tune titled Together in Love boomed out of my phone as I sent the last drop of my sperm deep down inside Nike’s spent and hammered a-----e.

I withdraw my limp d!ck from her and collapsed on the bed beside her and grabbing my phone from the floor in the process.

I checked the caller I.d and saw Jide’s name displayed on it.

“who’s that?” Nike asked while playing with my hairy chest.

“erm…my friend…Jide…you don’t know him…do you..?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“no…not atall…its not as if you ever introduce any of your friends to my sister and I before.” She said with a squeeze of her mouth.

“its not necessary you know my friends….abeg make I pick the call.”

Thinking Jide’s probably calling to tell me he’s around, I swiped the call icon to the receive icon with my oily and wettery hands and placed the phone on my ear.

“hello guy….” I said and waited for a response but got nothing. I repeated again and it was the same thing. I brought the phone to my face and saw the call duration timer still reading.

“hello….Jide?” I said again.

“is that his name?” Came the reply from an ultra sonic voice which is contrary to Jide’s tenor voice.

“who is this?” I asked slightly anxious.

“erm sorry..mister, this is Dr John of the Federal Medical Centre in Abeokuta. Are you a friend to the owner of this phone?”

Now very alert, I disengaged from Nike’s touch and sat upright on the bed.

“yes! I am…hope no problem sir…?”

“not yet Mister, but to avoid one, you have to sign some documents before we commence treatment on your friend who was rushed here covered in blood some minutes ago.”

“what!…” I screamed as I rose up from the bed.

“please get here as soon as possible with your credit card…we need to see you five minutes ago…your friends life depends on……”

“what is it? Another snake?” The call was interrupted by Nike’s voice.

“alright sir…am on my way” I replied the Doctor nervously while ignoring Nike’s question, I quickly ended the call and got dressed.

2minutes later, I exited the room leaving Nike there to sort herself out.

***

“oh gawd! Not again!” That was the statement that escaped my mouth the moment I set my eyes on the unconscious body of Jide lying breathlessly inside the same emergency ward of the FMC in Abeokuta and ironically on the same Bed, tagged 18, where my Dad also took his last breath some 5years ago.

“to begin any treatment, we need to see this money paid into this account immediately or else your friend might lose his life.” Doctor John stated tapping me from the back after handing me a small paper with the sum of seventy thousand naira to be paid into a certain FirstBANK account written bodly on it.

“ah gawd!….how can fate do this to me?….” I sobbed silently as I could no longer bare the sight of my blood covered friend.

“please hurry….the longer you delay the nearer your friend gets closer to death….”

“ok sir…..I’ll do it…right away.”

“ok. see me in my office once the money is paid.” Doctor John said and exited the ward.

I brought out my phone to began the transaction and just when I was about to confirm it, my naughty consciences took over.

“Darous, you have been winning the most foolish person of the month award for the past 7 months. Just know you will be retaining that award if you decide to help him again after everything he’s done to you.’ Thats my Barca conscience voice.

‘when will you stop listening to that fool… Don’t be a prisoner of your past Darous, cos those things he did to you were just lessons to learn and not a life sentence.’ words of my Madrid conscience.

“Hmmm..thats right…am more matured than him…”

‘I can see the fool wants to retain his monthly award.’ Barca countered back.

‘A friend in need is a Friend indeed.’ Madrid replied.

‘CHOICE is YOURS’ thats the Voice of my Heart