SWEET VENOM.

 SWEET VENOM.

The men gathered together around the round plastic table, as they drank and gossiped about the voluptuous women in the community.

‘Come on guys, that’s harsh.’ Chief Matthias chastised his friends ‘we are beautiful in the sight of the Lord, and besides, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.’ The man said sipping his palm wine.

The subject of discussion was Idara, a tall woman with a face that was not pleasant to behold but in every other aspects she could go toe-to-toe with the members of the Go-Getters Club in the community. Her wide hips were the subject of silent conversations, her enormous buttocks the cause of emptied penises, emptied of their semen as the men jerked at their sight in hidden places – as driven by lust as they were, the men were weary of coming close to her…bad things happening to whoever came close to her, which never seemed to affect her husband though…perhaps it was tales spurned by concerned wives to keep their lecherous husbands away from the woman.

While not a member of the scandal-ridden and ironically named Women’s clubs in the community, Idara hides a dark secret unknown to many except with those she shares the secret with.

A snake is harmless, so long as one does not cross its path and it feel threatened…but many cross its path unawares and it justifies its attack by the intrusion, albeit, unintended.

The woman appreciated the man for the financial assistance and was poised to leave, when he asked her to wait. He had heard the tales but he had also made his fortunes, going where no one would – he guessed that they were all “old wives tales”.

‘Idara, do you know you have not thanked me the way, I like.’ Chief Matthias said to the woman who was now standing before him, as he sat down.

‘How sir?’ the woman asked, her senses tingling…like the snake poking its tongue out to “taste” the air around it for nearby bodies.

Chief Matthias replied ‘Cook Afang soup for me now! Abi it’s a crime for a woman to cook for another man, apart from her husband.’

Idara calmed down ‘Oh no Sir, it’s not a problem, I will bring it from my house, tomorrow, if that’s okay.’

‘Why don’t you cook it here?’ the man replied

‘Ehm Okay Sir, it will be faster with the cook around.’ Idara replied

‘Toh. You see! Tomorrow then. But please can you wear that pink dress, you wore during last year’s Christmas party?’ Chief Matthias said making his strange request.

The woman laughs ‘Sir, that cloth is kind of tight on me.’

‘I will give you a token, if you can grant my wish.’ The man replies.

‘Okay O. I will wear a dress on it or else my husband would lose his voice from shouting.’ Idara replied.

 

The following day.

 

Idara was told that the cook was running late, and she should begin preparing the meal by the Chief.

Chief Matthias offered to help but the woman jokingly chased him out of the kitchen, continuing to cook while hoping that the Cook would soon come around, but as of now, he still nowhere to be found.

An hour later, the Chief returned and met Idara sweating profusely.

‘See how you are sweating, shey you wore the pink dress, if you did you should remove this dress, so that heat won’t finish you.’ The man said mockingly, expecting that she had not actually worn the dress.

The woman recognized that the man was right, luckily, she had worn the pink dress, regardless of her reservations about the man’s strange request.

Lifting the mortar and the pestle onto the ground, the woman put the slice of boiled yam in the mortar and had she been a mere mortal, she’d been unaware that the kitchen door had not been shut and a man was standing at its entrance looking lustfully at her massive buttocks.

 

Certain animals are said to be imbibed with a “sixth sense”.

 

Positioning her big buttocks in the direct view of the man at the entrance to kitchen, Idara bent in an unladylike manner and began to pound the yam, moaning with each pound. The pink dress was from three years ago, back then, it fit her perfectly, with no nice clothes to wear for the Christmas party in the Matthias family compound, the previous year – Idara had pulled it from her heap of undersized clothes even as her husband chastised her for asking for money to “at least buy one cloth for the Xmas party.”

‘Hmm. Is that how you moan with each pound of the pestle?’ the man watching her big buttocks gyrate as she pounded the yam, asked, and making his presence known.

‘I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t know I was disturbing you.’ Idara replied saucily.

‘Ahahan. I wasn’t complaining, besides,’ the man said licking his lips ‘would you make the same sound, if I am pounding your pussy with my manhood…’

‘Sir…I don’t know…’ Idara replied feigning shock.

‘I will give you one hundred thousand Naira…if you let me find out…’ the man said as the woman laughed, ‘my dear, if it’s not that your body type is so common in this our community, you’d be a celebrity in the white mans land!’

‘What of the cook, he will come and…’ Idara said reminding the horny Chief, that the Cook was yet to arrive.

‘…finish from where you stopped, besides he won’t have seen you climbing the stairs to my bedroom.’ The man said stepping aside for the woman, to pass.

Idara dropped the pestle and followed Chief Matthias to his bedroom.

 

Not every venom is bitter, some are sweet.

 

The man’s hands was all over her naked body, fondling her little breasts and grabbing her big buttocks ‘hmm. I will finish you today with my cock.’ The man boasted.

‘Is that so?’ the woman replied, rubbing her clit and laying on the bed with her back and parting her thick thighs ‘don’t release inside me.’ She said in a menacing tone, as though there would be a consequence to the act.

“Who is this bitch to tell me not to cum in her?” the Chief thought to himself

‘Ah. You don’t even need to tell me. As soon as I feel my semen coming, I will pull out.’ The man lied.

And with that damning promise, the Chief slide into Idara’s wet pussy, parting the thick folds of skin that made up her pussy lips with mature cock.

Idara moaned even louder than she had, in the kitchen, as the man’s cock pushed her pussy apart as it continued its journey into its depths.

Brushing her inner walls with his rugged fat cock.

The man held her large thighs as he assaulted the opened pussy with his thrusts and his might, groaning and lustfully savoring the sweet sensations.

The heaviness of the pair of thick, fleshy mounds soon caused Idara to request for a change of position.

The doggy was always going to be mad, with a woman of such enormous buttocks.

‘I am sorry.’ The Chief said as tightened his grip around Idara’s waist.

“What is he sorry for? Why is he holding my waist so tightly, he’s pounding me faster and deeper…this man will make not to enjoy Okon’s cock…what’s that warm thing I am feeling…he’s resting his head on my back, this man…!” the wave of thoughts flooded Idara’s mind.

‘Chief! Come out! No chief!’ Idara screamed as she felt her pussy being flooded with semen.

‘Shut the fcuk up bitch! You will get pregnant for me.’ The chief said, as he pushed his cock deeper, pushing the white, creamy semen deeper into the woman like a plough that is used to push soil…

Idara’s eyes had become like one having a seizure, they had rolled to the back of her head and they were all white.

The man pulled out just in time to watch the thick, voluptuous woman convulse on the bed.

To ensure he had a leverage and a golden ticket to fuck Idara again, he recorded her as she manifested some unusual bodily movements on the bed.

‘I told her not to take the drink, but she said she’s a strong Ibibio woman, now see – after that we fuck, I fuck am wella, she dey beg me make I no fuck am too well, make she no dey find her husband to be boring.’ He said, making sure his face was not seen in the video.

Upon becoming calm, the woman requested for a bottle of water.

As she drank, the man showed her the video.

‘If you don’t want anyone to see it…’ the chief said blackmailing Idara

‘I can’t always be coming to your house, people will notice…’ Idara said drinking the water. Idara replied

‘I don’t care. I am a big man and everyone will look away. When I want to fcuk you, you will come, okay?’ the chief said in a commanding tone.

‘No problem.’ Idara replied coldly.

‘Shey you will still fcuk Sunday, in case you get pregnant?’ the chief asked

‘When we get to that bridge, we will know how to cross that river…’ Idara replied saucily.

Chief Matthias looked on with concern, Idara was not begging, it was almost like she couldn’t be bothered to beg.

“Ahhh. My cock must have been that good.” The chief thought.

‘I really enjoyed myself.’ The chief said trying to start a conversation.

‘Okay’ Idara replied as she dressed up and drank the water.

The chief counted the promised money and handed it over to Idara.

 

“No. The plot of land by the stream.” The voice said to Idara.

 

‘I don’t want your money.’ Idara said rejecting the agreed fee.

‘What then…’ the man was still talking when Idara interrupted him.

‘Give me that plot of land near the stream, and I will give you that son your wife was not able to give you – you know that one is different from having grandsons.’ Idara said.

Delaying his return to the city for a month, the pair shamelessly carried on their affair even as tongues waged as their audacity.

Finally the man could no longer delay his return.

‘Honey, why are you scratching your dick?’ the woman asked her husband as the man unconsciously scratched his cock, the woman continued talking to her husband, as the man continued to scratch his cock.

Chief Matthias cock had swollen to thrice its size.

The Doctor was at a loss as all the tests turned negative, but that was when Mrs. Matthias was around but in her absence, he asked the Chief if he had been intimate with another woman.

Chief Matthias nodded his head in the affirmative.

'Kai Chief, you for use condom. It would have saved you from this swollen cock!' the Doctor said chastising the man in severe pains.

Epilogue:

In the village, a heavily pregnant Idara, made sacrifices on the land, her lover and man responsible for impregnating her…had bought for her.