DARK CHRONICLES: MFON AND EKAETE

 

DARK CHRONICLES: MFON AND EKAETE

1886.

The woman ran through the bush, even as the man laid on the wrapper that had been laid on the floor of the forest, convulsing - his cock still hard with traces of semen on its tip and down its shaft. The woman was soon out of breath, her thick, voluptuous body was a drain on her stamina.

“Mfon, if you make it out of here, go and sacrifice to the gods…” Mfon said to herself.

She realized that in a bid to run from the place where her Husband’s Uncle was convulsing, she had forgotten to collect the man’s promised financial reward for satisfying his lust with his nephew’s voluptuous wife. Mfon hissed and slowly began to retrace her steps back to where the man was, running was not what she would have done, as it could have alerted anyone and that anyone could have been one of her many toasters who would no doubt have requested a sexual favor in exchange for buying their silence, if only she looked at where she was stepping with the same attention towards evading any potential hunter – Mfon would not have fallen into a hunters trap and be impaled through her sides.

Etubom Andem regained consciousness, only to meet the absence of his nephew’s wife “that whore!” the man said, pissed that the object of his lust had left him, naked and alone. Checking his belongings “Oh! She didn’t even collect the money, maybe she went to call for help, ah, but what will she say we were doing in this place at this time of the night?” the man said. Etubom Henshaw rushed off to his nephew’s house, hoping that the woman had not unwittingly exposed their sexual encounter that night.

Present day.

The students gave up asking their teacher to repeat herself. “This woman will kill us with bad English.” A student whispered to his friend, who laughed quietly.

A female student cast aspersions on Mrs. Ekaete’s qualifications and wondered how she got the job.

“Can’t you see why she got the job? The answer is in your front, at her back.” She said, referring to the dark skinned, short-haired, tall woman’s big buttocks.

Her friend nodded her head “Bottom power” she said and the girls laughed, causing the woman to turn around and look for the offending parties.

“Abeg. Etubom Okon is not like all these useless men, we have in this town. You know he could have used his money to build a big house, but instead he opened the school for us.” One of the female students said, her friends agreed “we agree Miss. Defender, but are you saying the woman didn’t use her big buttocks…because I swear I don’t even follow when she’s dictating – I just wait and collect the notes from the Class Captain.”

Later that day, Mrs. Ekaete headed out to the farm at the corner of the school, to survey the area for the Agricultural practical classes the following week.

At the same time in his Principals office, Etubom Okon heard the complaints of the wife of a close friend concerning the Agriculture teacher “The woman can’t speak good or even bearable English, is it not possible to find another teacher?” the woman asked, as her husband kept quiet, nodding his head in agreement. And as his wife went ahead of him, Samson turned to the Etubom “I didn’t want to say this in front of my wife, you know how women are, and I am not saying that such is happening because you are a rare breed but we’re all human – if you have something with Ekaete, you can make her your secretary instead, she’d be close to you and you won’t be having parents complain about her murdering of English. We all put our kids in your school just because of you. Don’t let her spoil your good work. That’s just my two cents.” Etubom Okon thanked his friend and assured him that his concerns will be addressed.

As soon as his visitors left, the Retired Educationist now Etubom of his Clan wondered how many parents had complaints but were not telling him.

 “Why did I even employ you, Ekaete?” he asked himself, and as an answer to his question – it flashed across his mind’s eye.

She had actually come for the interview, and did woefully. But something about her, made the respected man want to give her a job, he wasn’t sure he’d see such a ‘energetic’ candidate again.

“Can you take Agriculture practicals?” the man asked the woman, whose eyes widen after hearing the disappointing verdict, “Yes Sir, I can taking it.” She replied giving a foretaste of the kind of English her students, would be assaulted with.

Ekaete was not naïve, the man before her was a man of great respect but Clerics that spewed fire and brimstone on the pulpits had gone on their knees, begging to be allowed to just fuck her big bum – she wondered if the man would ask for something.

 “That’s all, you will resume on Monday.” Etubom Okon said, the woman nodded her head and headed out, unaware that her new employer had pulled out his cock and was masturbating to the sight of her big buttocks gyrating, through the window – the Etubom lusted after her, but was unwilling to cross a line that would tarnish his public image.

Ekaete finally got to a good spot for the practical sessions, and as she used her feet to check the suitability of the soil like in the olden days, it suddenly gave way no thanks to her weight. The woman found herself plummeting into what was a hunter’s trap, she barely missed the blood stained wooden spike, landing on the side of her thick hips.

Upon regaining consciousness, she turned to look around her, the hole was empty except for what looked like “Abasi Mi O!” the woman exclaimed on seeing the human skeleton dressed in a clothes, which was from a time past.

The men above urged her to calm down, that they had heard her screams when she fell into the hole. A man that looked like the leader, suddenly removed his trouser “Abeg I no wan sand to stain my shirt and trouser.” He claimed, now wearing only his singlet and boxer.

Just as the muscular rappelled down the hole, Ekaete heard the voice for the first time “My money, I have to go back and collect my money from Etubom Andem…My money…My money…”

“Why is your cock standing?” Ekaete heard herself asking her rescuer, but it was as though someone else was talking. The muscular man whispered something in her ear, and she smiled as she got into position to be lifted out of the hole.

Ekaete felt it, like a stick had been inserted into her butt-crack, she found herself squeezing the object with her big butt-cheeks whilst feigning difficulty climbing. And had someone been on the other side of the hole, they’d have seen an erect cock firmly inserted in Ekaete’s big butt as the man moved upwards pushing it in as much as he could. Suddenly he bit his lip, as his cock throbbed and liquids began to drop down onto the ground of the hunters trap as the muscular man pulled out of Ekaete’s buttocks and miraculously she was able to be lifted out.

Just as the man began to climb out of the hole, he slipped, it was too gory for even the men in the crowd – he broke his leg and the bone came out.

“I guess we won’t be fucking tomorrow.” The voice said in Ekaete’s head, as she looked at the man crying out in pain as his bone poked out.

Mfon’s spirit is confused, where the market square was, is now a residential area, the village had completely changed. Confused and angry, Mfon speaks through Ekaete’s mouth. Her husband can’t understand what she is saying, but his grandmother can and she replies “you fell into a hole and you must have hit your head my child…”

The elderly woman was about to ask how Ekaete knew how to speak the ancient dialect, which had been replaced by the modern one, but something about her demeanor didn’t bode well with her, and she decided not to share her suspicions with the irreligious grandson of hers.

Days later.

Ekaete regains herself.

Her colleagues and some of her students come around to felicitate with her.

Etubom Okon would come in later.

“Thank you my son for the money,” Ekaete’s mother said, turning to the woman still lying on the bed “your oga give you money…”

The voice came again “My money, I need to go back and collect my money.”

Mfon looked at the strange looking piece of paper, the woman had handed over to her, Ekaete’s mother apologized to the man and boiled it down to the concussion, Ekaete had suffered – the man understood that such could tamper with one’s mental faculties.

Mfon thanked the professor in the modern dialect, to the amusement of everyone in the room “I think she will be our new dialect teacher instead! This one she’s been speaking it all through.”

Just as the Professor was preparing to leave, Mfon motioned for her mother to come over “this one is actually for you mama, just seat outside and don’t let anyone come inside to disturb us.”

“Ekaete?” the shocked woman calls his daughters name.

“Mama, how did you think I got this work?” Mfon spoke in Ekaete’s voice, as she parted her thick thighs and bent over, in front of her mother.

“My dear, I won’t judge you, I will even tell you what your in-laws were saying, but that will be later.” Ekaete’s mother said “but please don’t let him release inside you, it’s an abomination to bear another man’s child in your husband’s house.”

Mfon smiled as she recalled when the high priest made the proclamation in the market square in the morning, and at night, she came across him fucking the British Agricultural Inspectors wife, Mrs. Watson.

Ekaete’s mum thanked the Professor again and excused herself, sitting outside the room, an impromptu guard.

“My money.” Mfon said in Ekaete’s head.

The man wondered where the older woman was headed, he didn’t feel it was appropriate to remain in a room with another man’s wife, whose big buttocks he was looking lustfully at and secretly desired.

“Etubom, my husband has not been fucking me well. But I don’t complain. I am a good wife. I lay on my back and open my legs like this.” Mfon says suddenly opening her fat thighs in the man’s direction.

The man begins to sweat as he sees her pussy lips.

“What. What does he then do. When you’re like that.” The man says as he stammers.

“I can’t really describe it Etubom, why don’t you come and I will be able to show you.” Mfon says using Ekaetes voice.

The man undresses as the woman does also.

Soon they are both naked and rolling on the mattress on the floor.

The man locked lips with Ekaete under Mfon’s control, as her breasts pressed against his hairy chest, the woman slide her hand in-between her thick thighs and stimulated her clit, moaning even while locked in a passionate kiss with Ekaete’s employer.

Suddenly, she grabs his erect cock and begins to stroke it “Yes Ekaete, I love that, stroke my hard cock – does your husband’s cock get harder than this?”

“Yes, no, he doesn’t get as hard as you right now.” Mfon said countering Ekaete.

“Are you wet?” Okon asks Ekaete, “Yes.” She replies.

“Then let’s fuck quickly before your mother comes back.” The man says as he gets into position for the missionary style.

“Don’t be scared, she’s outside, if anyone is coming she will knock.” The woman replies as she raises her legs to receive the man, who is shocked that mother and daughter are in on it all. But no matter as he climbs on Ekaete’s thick body and pushes his cock into her dripping pussy.

“You didn’t tell me your husband is bigger than this unam ikot.”

 “Please tell him to stop, he will impregnate me.”

“So? It’s not the first time, you would be having another man’s child. Plus the man is trying, can you feel his thrusts, this man go die on top of me, sorry, you or us – I am even confused.” Mfon said mockingly.

“Ekaete, I will make you my secretary, I will make you my new wife – anything you want, just tell me. You are so sweet. This pussy is so sweet.” Okon says praising Ekaete’s pussy.

Ekaete’s legs flew wildly in the air as the thrusts increased in tempo and depth “Men haven’t changed in a hundred years, a little performance and they think they are actually doing something – Ekaete, I think he is going to release.” Mfon said to the woman whose body her spirit had possessed.

Suddenly Ekaete was in control, and could feel the man’s cock deep inside her pussy, the white of Okon’s eyes were seen, he was about to ejaculate “Sir, please don’t cum inside me, I am possessed…” Ekaete pleaded.

“Yes possessed by my big black cock.” Etubom Okon boasted, now completely enthralled by his consuming desire for Ekaete’s body, as he continued his thrust, he could feel his cock swelling and shaking as it spewed its creamy contents deep inside the woman’s pussy.

The pair paused to catch their breath.

Suddenly the man came back down from Cloud Nine and realized that he had just fucked another man’s wife and cheated on his wife, for the first time in his life. Getting up off the woman beneath him, allowed the woman to curl into a fetal position as she remained quiet “you were saying something about being possessed?” the man asked, trying to break the ice.

Mfon applauded Ekaete’s desire to make the most of the situation “good girl, don’t make the mistake I made, collect my money first.”

“How much?” Ekaete asked Mfon, but the Professor thought she was talking to him “100,000 Naira each time we fuck.” The man replied, Ekaete was shocked, her annual salary for their secret trysts.

“Is that big money?” Mfon asked, Ekaete replied – Etubom Okon wondered who she was talking to, but he couldn’t be bothered, her pussy would serve him well as a stress reliever anyways.

Just then Ekaete’s mother screamed as muscular man burst into the room “Ekaete! What is the meaning of this?!” the cuckold husband shouted.

Realizing she could converse with Mfon without words “Mfon, please if you have any supernatural powers – mbok use them now, or he will kill us all and you won’t get your money!”

The muscular man approached Ekaete who only had a sweat drenched wrapper on, but not before knocking out Etubom Okon whose defense “Ekaete seduced me.” Only served to infuriate Ekaete’s husband. Atim was not a man easily scared, why he would, with his muscles he was a known muscle-man in the community, but upon seeing Mfon’s actual appearance, well, he was seen running on the untarred road that led to his home, screaming that he had seen a ghost.

“So what now?” Ekaete asks Mfon’s spirit, “Now I would like to see how the world looks like, after a hundred years.” The spirit being replies, as Ekaete with no resistance yields to her control.

When next Ekaete regains control of her body, she’s being fucked, doggy-style on a large bed, in a large mansion “Where am I?” Ekaete asks Mfon’s spirit, the bulky man behind her, ramming his cock into her pussy replies, assuming she was talking to him “You’re in the masters bedroom na, you’re a strange woman. Ekaete this your big buttocks is divine.”

“Atim didn’t return, your mum did all she could to reconcile us, you, but I guess I scared him too much, Etubom Okon fired you and hired another person – he was caught fucking her in his office and is having a baby with her, I guess he dropped the hypocritical shtick. So I decided we should move on and make more money in this city they call Las Gidi.” Mfon’s spirit said.

“Hmm. Ekaete. You’re pregnant.” Mfon’s spirit whispered to Ekaete whose face was buried in the pillow, “but he hasn’t cum yet…” Ekaete replied.

“Ehmmm. He’s been fucking us for some time now.” Mfon said as Ekaete screamed, Chief Martins mistook it for her having an orgasm.

 

THE END.