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<b><u>THE STORY OF DAVID</u></b>
<i>Rating:</i> 18+
<i>Synopsis:</i> In <i>The Story of David</i>, you <b>assume</b> the role of David Kanu, a man in his mid-20’s, who has just moved back to Lagos to escape the harsh consequences of a series of reckless exploits. He’s on the blacklist of some very powerful men in Abuja, he’s broke without a job, he’s lost the trust of his best friend, and the woman of his dreams doesn’t want to speak to him ever again; all this owing to his insatiable appetite for sex.
David must start over in this strange city filled with opportunities and pitfalls, but can he really do that properly while carrying the burden of his raging desires?
Help David along his journey to redemption or ruin or somewhere in-between.
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Write here: [$todisplay]<todisplay|We no get worries!!!!<h3>THE STORY OF DAVID</h3>
<p><b><i>Rating:</i></b> 18+
<p><b><i>Synopsis:</i></b> In <i>The Story of David</i>, you assume the role of <b>David Kanu</b>, a man in his mid-20’s, who has just moved back to Lagos to escape the harsh consequences of a series of reckless exploits. He’s on the blacklist of some very powerful men in Abuja, he’s broke without a job, he’s lost the trust of his best friend, and the woman of his dreams doesn’t want to speak to him ever again; all this owing to his insatiable appetite for sex.
<p>David must start over in this strange city filled with opportunities and pitfalls, but can he really do that properly while carrying the burden of his raging desires?
<p>Help David along his journey to redemption or ruin or somewhere in-between.
<p>[[Navigate to Game Menu->menu]]<hr><b>The Story of David</b>
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<script>$('tw-passage').hide().fadeIn(2000);</script><h3>THE STORY OF DAVID</h3>
<b><i>Rating:</i></b> 18+
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[[Begin Game->chapter 1]]
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<p><h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: Boarding The Bus</h3>}
<p>David is seated by the window, in an idle coach, typically known in Nigeria as a luxurious bus. He’s in pain, though not the physical kind. The emotional kind. A lot of hurt. A lot of regrets. And some anger at himself and others he doesn’t want to think about.
<p>The bus is getting full as the minutes creep by.
<p>At some point a woman comes to his row at the rare end of the bus. Bored, he glances at her, not out of interest, but because she’s a momentary distraction.
<p>Her short hair is braided, clearly by inexpert hands. Her thick lips are painted a deep red. She’s wearing black leggings under a loose, thigh-length dress.
<p>If David has to guess, she’s a mother of three in her mid-thirties, early forties.
<p>Despite the roominess of her dress, her expansive hips and large breasts are evident.
<p>David’s curiosity deepens.
<p>The woman smiles at him – a kind, polite smile – and says, ‘Please, can I sit by the window?’
<p>David checks: she’s travelling alone. He considers his options: [[Let her sit by the window->chapter 1.1]], or [[Tell her off->chapter 1.2]]{(set: $mummyJaneRelationship = $mummyJaneRelationship + 1)
<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: Boarding The Bus</h3>}
<p>David nods and drags himself out of the row.
<p>The woman thanks him. Just before she proceeds to the seat, David’s gaze rests on her buttocks: large, protruding, and seductively round. The curve on them... And those thick thighs carrying them...
<p>The familiar darkness takes hold of David. His heart palpitates. He tries to fight it, but the urge only strengthens.
<p>He’s faced with options. He can [[grab the woman’s buttocks->chapter 1.1.1]], [[compliment her crudely->chapter 1.1.2]], [[compliment her politely->chapter 1.1.3]], or [[say nothing->chapter 1.1.4]]{(set: $mummyJaneRelationship = $mummyJaneRelationship + 1)
<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: Boarding The Bus</h3>}
<p>David shakes his head – no – and faces the window.
<p>The woman frowns, not in the least happy about his refusal. She stares about, in search of a window seat, and finds none.
<p>Conceding, she settles next to David.
<p>A short while later, David hears the woman mutter, ‘Jesus,’ and turns to see what the problem is.
<p>She’s staring ahead, at a huge, bald man with an ugly grimace searching for a free seat. He stops two rows in front, where a nursing mother is occupying one of the seats there. She looks up at him and shakes her head, telling him she doesn’t want him next to her.
<p>The man wants to argue but he thinks better of it and moves to another row. Good luck to whoever gets to sit next to him.
<p>David turns to the woman.
<p>‘Better thank God you didn’t sit alone,’ he says.
<p>'Sorry?' She gives him a stiff, rather unfriendly look - probably still displeased with his decision not to vacate the window seat for her.
<p>David can’t tell if her reaction is meant to dismiss him, or she genuinely didn’t hear what he said. Either way, he’s not particularly delighted with her attitude.
<p>There are options laid out in front of him. He can [[repeat himself->chapter 1.2.1]], or [[he can ignore her->chapter 1.2.2]]
<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: Boarding The Bus</h3>
<p>David gives in to the darkness. His heart pounds. His ears ring with a dull ache. Blood rush. It feels like an out of body experience: he stands at a distance and watches himself lift his hand from his side and grab a huge chunk of the woman’s right butt-cheek. A long, sensual squeeze follows.
<p>The woman reacts with a shocked, ‘Ehn?!!’ and turns to stare at David, baffled. Did he just sexually harass her?
<p>David stares back, unapologetic.
<p>‘You’re a stupid, man!’ the woman spits with a nasty scowl. She shoves David aside and finds another seat – two rows in front, next to a nursing mother.
<p>David immediately regrets his actions. He should have kept his hands to himself. What is wrong with him? When will he change?
<p>Thankfully, no one saw what he did, so he doesn’t get any more flak for his stupidity.
<p>He settles back by the window.
<p>Eventually, a huge, bald man with probably the ugliest grimace David has ever seen, occupies the seat next to David. His body width pushes David against the wall of the bus. This is going to be an uncomfortable ride. David wishes he had the woman beside him instead of this elephant of a man.
<p>The bus is full and ready to go.
<p>David pulls out his phone and checks for any messages. None. He composes a text and sends to his uncle: “Good evening, Uncle. I’m in the bus. I should be in Lagos by tomorrow.” He reads through the message then sends it.
<p>The bus jerks, rolling out of the park.
<p>David pockets his phone and rests his head back. He shuts his eyes and forces sleep to come.
{[[Go to sleep->chapter 5]]
(set: $mummyJaneRelationship = $mummyJaneRelationship - 1)}<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: Boarding The Bus</h3>
<p>David gives in to the darkness. His heart pounds. His ears ring with a dull ache. Blood rush. He wets his lips: (link-repeat: "‘Madam, this your nyash, na real wahala. Wettin you dey chop sef?’")[(alert:"Madam, your ass is amazing. What are you eating to make it this fat?")]
<p>The woman pauses and gives David an odd look.
<p>‘I was complimenting you,’ David says, putting on a smile.
<p>‘Thank you,’ she mutters, annoyed at his crude language but trying hard to keep her face expressionless. He did let her have his seat, after all.
<p>On second thought: ‘Actually, don’t worry. I’ll sit there,’ the woman says, sliding out of the row.
<p>‘No, no, it’s no problem. Please, sit,’ David says.
<p>‘It’s ok, thank you.’ She forces a smile and walks off.
<p>David watches her wiggling, bouncing buttocks and touches the bulge on his jeans.
<p>The woman sits next to a nursing mother two rows in front. They strike up a conversation immediately.
<p>Fuck. He should have kept his mouth shut. What is wrong with him? When will he change?
<p>Thankfully, no one heard what he said, so he doesn’t get any more flak for his stupidity.
<p>Unhappy with himself, he retakes his seat by the window.
<p>Eventually, a huge, bald man with probably the ugliest grimace David has ever seen, occupies the seat next to David. His body width pushes David against the wall of the bus. This is going to be an uncomfortable ride. David wishes he had the woman beside him instead of this elephant of a man.
<p>The bus is full and ready to go.
<p>David pulls out his phone and checks for any messages. None. He composes a text and sends to his uncle: “Good evening, Uncle. I’m on the bus. I should be in Lagos by tomorrow.” He reads through the message then sends it.
<p>The bus jerks, rolling out of the park.
<p>David pockets his phone and rests his head back. He shuts his eyes and forces sleep to come.
{[[Go to sleep->chapter 5]]
(set: $mummyJaneRelationship = $mummyJaneRelationship - 1)}<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: Boarding The Bus</h3>
<p>David gives in to the darkness. His heart pounds. His ears ring with a dull ache. Blood rush. He wets his lips: ‘At least, I get to sit next to a beautiful woman instead of a fat, sweaty man.’
<p>The woman pauses and gives David a quizzical look along with a shy smile.
<p>‘No, really, would you like to sit next to him?’ David gestures ahead the bus.
<p>The woman looks: a huge, bald man with an ugly grimace searches for a free seat. He stops two rows in front, where a nursing mother is occupying one of the seats there. She looks up at him and shakes her head, telling him she doesn’t want him next to her.
<p>The man wants to argue but he thinks better of it and moves to another row. Good luck to whoever gets to sit next to him.
<p>The woman chuckles. ‘Please, o. I’m already fat. If he sits next to me, that one will be world war three.’
<p>‘You think you’re fat?’ David grins.
<p>She sits, as does David.
<p>‘Are you blind?’ she says.
<p>‘Where are you from?’
<p>‘Benue State.’
<p>‘Ok. In Benue, what you are is probably fat. But in Enugu, where I’m from, we call this womanly.’
<p>The woman smiles at the compliment. ‘Ok. I’ve heard.’
<p>David lets out a quiet laugh.
<p>‘What’s funny?’ the woman says, catching the laugh bug.
<p>‘Nothing.’
<p>‘No, really.’
<p>‘Nothing, I promise.’
<p>'Ok o.'
<p>The woman stares out the window. She folds her arms, pushing her hefty breasts up.
<p>David tries his hardest not to notice. The darkness doesn’t let him. He stares at those big babies, a lustful hunger encroaching from the corners of his eyes.
<p>The woman turns, catches him staring.
<p>David takes his eyes off her breasts. He smiles apologetically at her.
<p>‘Sorry. My eyes are always misbehaving sometimes.’
<p>The woman laughs.
<p>(link-repeat: "'Na so.'")[(alert:"Of course")] Her eyes twinkle. She thinks it’s cute that he finds her attractive and so she decides not to give him a hard time for the "accident".
<p>The bus is full and ready to go. David pulls out his phone and checks for any messages. None. He composes a text and sends to his uncle: “Good evening, Uncle. I’m on the bus. I should be in Lagos by tomorrow.” He reads through the message then sends it.
<p>The bus jerks, rolling out of the park.
<p>David pockets his phone and rests his head back. He shuts his eyes and forces sleep to come.
{[[Go to sleep->chapter 2]]
(set: $mummyJaneRelationship = $mummyJaneRelationship + 1)}<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: Boarding The Bus</h3>
<p>The darkness rages, scratching, tugging, and pulling. His heart pounds. His ears ring with a dull ache. Blood rush. He shuts his eyes briefly, willing the desire away. It doesn’t fizzle out, but it does relax its hold over him. He breathes easy.
<p>The woman settles down. David does the same.
<p>‘My God,’ she says. ‘Look at that man.’
<p>David stares ahead.
<p>A huge, bald man with an ugly grimace searches for a free seat. He stops two rows in front, where a nursing mother is occupying one of the seats there. She looks up at him and shakes her head, telling him she doesn’t want him next to her.
<p>The man wants to argue but he thinks better of it and moves to another row. Good luck to whoever gets to sit next to him.
<p>David cracks a smile. ‘Wow.’
<p>‘Thank God I didn’t sit alone. He would have sat next to me,’ the woman says.
<p>‘How do you know?’ David says.
<p>‘Can’t you see what he tried to do to that woman? And as I’m fat like this, it won’t be funny for the both of us, at all.’
<p>David laughs.
<p>‘Well, I don’t think that’s entirely accurate. That is, you being fat.’
<p>‘Are you blind?’ David enquires.
<p>‘Where are you from?’
<p>‘Benue State.’
<p>‘Ok. In Benue, what you are is probably fat. But in Enugu, where I’m from, we call this womanly.’
<p>The woman smiles at the compliment. ‘Ok. I’ve heard.’
<p>David lets out a quiet laugh.
<p>‘What’s funny?’ the woman says, catching the laugh bug.
<p>‘Nothing.’
<p>‘No, really.’
<p>‘Nothing, I promise.’
<p>'Ok o'
<p>The woman stares out the window. She folds are arms, pushing her hefty breasts up.
<p>David tries his hardest not to notice. The darkness doesn’t let him. He stares at those big babies, a lustful hunger encroaching from the corners of his eyes.
<p>The woman turns, catches him staring.
<p>David takes his eyes off her breasts. He smiles apologetically at her.
<p>‘Sorry. My eyes are always misbehaving sometimes.’
<p>The woman laughs.
<p>(link-repeat: "'Na so.'")[(alert:"Of course")] Her eyes twinkle. She thinks it’s cute that he finds her attractive and so she decides not to give him a hard time for the "accident".
<p>The bus is full and ready to go. David pulls out his phone and checks for any messages. None. He composes a text and sends to his uncle: “Good evening, Uncle. I’m on the bus. I should be in Lagos by tomorrow.” He reads through the message then sends it.
<p>The bus jerks, rolling out of the park.
<p>David pockets his phone and rests his head back. He shuts his eyes and forces sleep to come.
{[[Go to sleep->chapter 2]]
(set: $mummyJaneRelationship = $mummyJaneRelationship + 1)}<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: The Evening Travel</h3>
<p>The bus cruises smoothly along the express. Surprisingly, there aren’t a lot of cars on the road.
<p>Inside the bus, the lights are off.
<p>Passengers are asleep. Or at least they should be: some of them are well awake and up to no good, like the boy and girl in the immediate front row from David’s. Their shenanigans wake David from his slumber. A little disoriented, he turns to stare at his seat partner: {(if: $mummyJaneRelationship < 1)[the massive, bald man snores away.
<p>David groans, crestfallen. He remembers the big-breasted woman who tried sitting next to him much earlier in the day and imagines what his night would have been like had she been beside him right now. Perhaps he would be enjoying himself like the boy in front.
<p>No. It’s better this way. After all, he’s supposed to be curing himself of this senseless addiction. Starting anew in life. You don’t do that by purposely making the same mistakes that tore you down in the first place.
<p>The darkness doesn’t agree. David doesn’t care. He rests his head back, glad to have won this battle of emotions, and shuts his eyes. Sleep returns in a matter of minutes.
<p>But the darkness taunts him still. His dreams are of naked women running around him while he’s chained to a chair, weeping.
<p>[[Sleep to the morning->chapter 6]]
](else-if: $mummyJaneRelationship is 1)[the woman sleeps soundlessly.
<p>David stares at her massive chest, rising and falling as she breathes. The darkness rumbles, tugging his heartstrings. He imagines putting his hand on her big breasts, and his erection grows.
<p>He shakes his head. No. This is wrong. He shouldn’t be entertaining such thoughts. He’s supposed to be curing himself of this senseless addiction. Starting anew in life. You don’t do that by purposely making the same mistakes that tore you down in the first place.
<p>The darkness doesn’t agree. David doesn’t care. He rests his head back, glad to have won this battle of emotions, and shuts his eyes. Sleep returns in a matter of minutes.
<p>But the darkness taunts him still. His dreams are of naked women running around him while he’s chained to a chair, weeping.
<p>[[Sleep to the morning->chapter 6]]
](else-if: $mummyJaneRelationship > 1)[The woman is awake, and her face is angled at him. Or at least, he thinks she’s awake. It’s too dark to tell.
<p>David stares at her massive chest, rising and falling as she breathes. The darkness rumbles, tugging his heartstrings. He imagines putting his hand on her big breasts, and his erection grows.
<p>They’re so close their arms and thighs touch.
<p>The darkness reaches out. The temptation grows. He can hear his pounding heart. That familiar blood rush.
<p>[[He should put his hand on the woman’s thigh and see what happens->chapter 5.1]], or [[he should grab her breasts, which is very risky, but fuck it->chapter 5.2]], or [[he should just let it go – it’s not worth it->chapter 5.3]]]}<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: The Evening Travel</h3>
<p>The bus bounces in and out of a rather large pothole, rocking the passengers. The violent jolt wakes David up.
<p>Complaints from other commuters fly around, their words aimed at the driver: (link-repeat: "‘Oga, no go kill us for here o!’")[(alert:"Idiot, are you trying to kill us all?")], (link-repeat: "‘Oga, drive well nau!’")[(alert:"Drive properly!")], (link-repeat: "‘Mr Man, wettin dey happen?! You dey sleep?!’")[(alert:"Are you OK? Are you asleep at the wheel?")]
<p>David glances out the window. Evening is nearing.
<p>‘I don’t know how you can sleep in this bus with the way this driver is driving,’ the woman beside him says.
<p>'It’s pothole nau. Nothing you can do about it. Besides, you know this is a night journey. You will sleep by force.’
<p>‘Kai. It’s true, sha. I should just accept my destiny.’
<p>‘Na so, Mummy Jane.’
<p>The woman raises her eyebrows at him, surprised at the name he addressed her with.
<p>‘Mummy Jane?’ she says.
<p>‘That’s your name, isn’t it?’
<p>‘How do you know?' She squints at him, suspicious.
<p>‘Honestly, I couldn’t sleep very well, and your phone is loud. I heard person you were talking to.’
<p>‘This stupid phone. I’ve been trying to fix the volume since I got it.’
<p>‘Bring it.’
{<p>Load More... (click-replace: "Load More...")}[<p>Mummy Jane passes her phone to David. It’s an Android device, one of the latest models. As she watches, David accesses areas on the OS she's never been to, and reconfigures a couple of settings.
<p>‘It should be fine now,’ he says.
<p>‘Thank you. I’m happy you’ll never get to hear my conversations again.’
<p>David sniggers. ‘Oh, don’t worry. I have other ways.’
<p>‘What other ways?’
<p>‘Don’t worry, madam,’ he says.
<p>‘What are you planning? I don’t trust you.’ She dishes a faux-wary look his way, and then laughs when he does.
<p>‘How come you’re travelling alone?’
<p>‘My younger sister in Lagos just gave birth and my mother is too sick to stay with her, so I’m going to help out.’
<p>‘(link-repeat: "Omugwo")[(alert:"A common tradition in Nigeria where mothers spend time with their daughters who have just given birth - a way to help them ease into the strenuous life of motherhood")]?’
<p>‘Yes.’
<p>‘Your husband is brave o.’
<p>‘Brave how?’
<p>‘He allowed his fine wife to go on her own to Lagos.’
<p>Mummy Jane chortles, shaking.
<p>‘Oh, my God! You think?’ she says.
<p>‘If I were your husband, I won’t allow you go on your own.’
<p>‘Ah-han, is it that bad? So if I were your wife now, you won’t trust me?’
<p>‘It’s not you. It’s Lagos boys. They’re very dangerous.’
<p>‘No nau. Me that I’m married. I’m sure there are plenty fine single girls for them to disturb.’
<p>‘How many times have you been to Lagos?’
<p>‘This is my first time.’
<p>‘Don’t worry. You will meet them and then you’ll understand.’
<p>‘It’s like you’re a Lagos boy. Maybe you can help me, so I don’t fall into one of your people’s traps,’ Mummy Jane says with a bright smile.
<p>‘If I’m a Lagos boy, then I’m a dangerous boy, which means I’m one of the boys who will be disturbing you.’
<p>Mummy Jane says nothing to that, but there’s a sparkle in her eyes. This is the second time David has made her feel unquestionably special, and she’s absolutely loving it. It’s pretty clear she doesn’t get this type of attention at home. Her husband probably sees her as a cook-slash-baby-machine and nothing more.
<p>David perceives an opening here. A green light. The darkness swells. It yearns to be fed. He has choices. He can [[get her phone number and continue probing her->chapter 2.1]], [[just continue probing her->chapter 2.2]], or [[go straight for the jugular->chapter 2.3]]]<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: Boarding The Bus</h3>
<p>David repeats himself, lightening his tone of voice and adding a skewed smile, which has been known to do wonders for him: ‘I said, better thank God you didn’t sit alone.’
<p>‘Oh,’ she says. The stiffness in her expression dissipates. She wasn’t expecting him to speak to her so kindly. ‘I guess.’
<p>‘But even if you did, and he came to sit with you, I’m sure you’d be fine.’
<p>‘Fine how? As I’m fat like this, it won’t be funny for the both of us, at all.’
<p>David laughs. The woman chuckles.
<p>‘Well, I don’t think that’s entirely accurate. That is, you being fat,’ David says.
<p>‘Now, I know you’re just being nice.’
<p>‘No, I’m serious. Where are you from?’
<p>‘Benue State.’
<p>‘Ok. In Benue, what you are is probably fat. But in Enugu, where I’m from, we call this womanly.’
<p>The woman grins at the compliment. ‘Ok. I’ve heard.’
<p>David lets out a quiet laugh.
<p>‘What’s funny?’ the woman says, catching the laugh bug.
<p>‘Nothing.’
<p>‘No, really.’
<p>‘Nothing, I promise.’
<p>'Ok o.'
<p>The woman has her attention ahead, watching passengers as they troop in and take their seats. She folds are arms, pushing her hefty breasts up.
<p>David tries his hardest not to notice. The darkness doesn’t let him. He stares at those big babies, a lustful hunger encroaching from the corners of his eyes.
<p>Thankfully, the woman doesn't look his way.
<p>David takes his eyes off her breasts and chastises himself. This is not the time to behave like a horny teenager.
<p>The bus is full and ready to go. David pulls out his phone and checks for any messages. None. He composes a text and sends to his uncle: “Good evening, Uncle. I’m on the bus. I should be in Lagos by tomorrow.” He reads through the message then sends it.
<p>The bus jerks, rolling out of the park.
<p>David pockets his phone and rests his head back. He shuts his eyes and forces sleep to come.
{[[Go to sleep->chapter 5]]
(set: $mummyJaneRelationship = $mummyJaneRelationship + 1)}<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: Boarding The Bus</h3>
<p>David says nothing. He turns away, irritated.
<p>The woman pays no attention to him. She watches passengers as they troop in and take their seats.
<p>The bus is full and ready to go. David pulls out his phone and checks for any messages. None. He composes a text and sends to his uncle: “Good evening, Uncle. I’m on the bus. I should be in Lagos by tomorrow.” He reads through the message then sends it.
<p>The bus jerks, rolling out of the park.
<p>David pockets his phone and rests his head back. He shuts his eyes and forces sleep to come.
[[Go to sleep->chapter 5]]<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: The Evening Travel</h3>
<p>David pulls his phone out of his pocket.
<p>‘You know what, give me your phone number.’
<p>‘What are you going to do with it?’
<p>‘I’m going to use it to cook Indomie.’
<p>Mummy Jane covers her face, laughing at his sarcasm.
<p>‘See this one,’ David says, chuckling. ‘Give me your phone number so I can call you sometime when you’re in Lagos. Shey you want me to protect you from those other Lagos boys? This is how it must be done.’
{<p>Mummy Jane collects his phone and punches in her number, saving it with the name “Jane Onome”.(if: $mummyJaneCollectedNumber < 1)[(set: $mummyJaneCollectedNumber = $mummyJaneCollectedNumber + 1)]}
<p>‘I won’t even have time to go out, so I’m sure I’ll be safe,’ she says.
<p>David collects his phone back. He dials her number. Her phone rings.
<p>‘Save my number. David Kanu.’
<p>Mummy Jane does as instructed.
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(display: "chapter 2.1-and-2.2-share")<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: The Evening Travel</h3>
<p>David takes his hand off the safety lever.
<p>The darkness churns and expands, and then bursts free of its confines like a rabid beast. It goes on to bestow on David a feeling of indescribable power. Power that washes over him, cleansing him of all unnecessary emotions holding him back from achieving his true objective.
<p>David takes a moment to let it all sink in.
<p>Mummy Jane breaks the silence: ‘So, you’re saying you want to start disturbing me?’
<p>David licks his lips suggestively.
<p>Mummy Jane picks up on that. She simply smiles, makes a "hmmm" and hugs herself, pushing her big breasts together, thus causing them seem much bigger.
<p>David’s eyes fall on her breasts, lingering longer than is politely allowed for any eyes other than her husband’s.
<p>‘Mister Man, what are you looking at, ehn?’ Mummy Jane says.
<p>‘Your breasts,’ David says.
<p>‘Look at this boy. You better look for the one you can carry. Shouldn’t you be disturbing girls your age?’
<p>‘Who no like better thing?’
<p>‘Better thing is what?’
<p>‘Big (link-repeat: "ynash")[(alert:"ass")]. Big breasts...’
<p>‘I can’t believe what I’m hearing,’ Mummy Jane says, trying hard not to chuckle.
<p>‘Madam, what I’m saying is nothing new. You’ve heard it plenty times.’
<p>‘Not from a small boy.’
<p>‘Me, small boy?’ David feigns feeling affronted.
<p>‘How old are you? Do you know how old I am?’
<p>‘Breast is breast, abeg. Who age epp?’
<p>This time around, Madam Jane can’t stifle her giggle.
<p>‘So, you’re telling me where you’re coming from, guys my age don’t chase you?’ David continues.
<p>‘Are they mad?’
<p>‘In Lagos, we no send anybody. And as you are, you don over-ripe to fuck sef.’
<p>Mummy Jane’s eyes widen in surprise at his choice of words. She slaps his thigh, playfully chastising him. He grabs her hand and ensures it remains there, on his thigh.
<p>David isn’t bothered about anyone overhearing them. Other than their laughter, their voices are low. Ok, maybe not too low for the boy and girl in the row directly in front, but the boy is currently regaling the girl with his past sexual exploits and the girl is absorbing every word attentively. David doubts they’ll care if they hear anything lewd coming from behind them.
<p>‘Yes nau. And we young Lagos boys, we dey fuck well.’
<p>‘Ok, I’ve heard. Thank you.’
<p>‘Do you even still fuck? The way you’re looking, it’s like it’s been a while since one correct dick handled you.’
<p>Mummy Jane covers her face with her free hand. Her laugh comes out muffled.
<p>‘Wettin? Are you shy? You’re not a small girl. To born five children, it means you’ve collected dick plenty times. No need to hide.’
<p>‘You’re so dirty-minded, I swear,’ she says after dropping her hand.
<p>‘Be that as it may, when was the last time you collected dick?’
<p>‘None of your business.’
<p>‘(link-repeat: "A-yaaa")[(alert:"Awwww")]. That long? Sorry.’
<p>‘Go jor!’
<p>‘But you know it’s not your husband’s fault.’
<p>‘Did I say it was his fault before?’
<p>‘Yes. You didn’t say the words, but you still said it just now.’
<p>Mummy Jane seems fascinated by his deductive reasoning.
<p>‘But you’re a sharp woman, so I know you’ve been collecting dick outside somehow. Not that you do it all the time, but when strong (link-repeat: "konji")[(alert:"urge for sex")] hold you well, you know how you go take do am: collect one dick to hold body small until the next one or two months,’ David says.
<p>Mummy Jane stares away from him, grinning from ear to ear despite not wanting to. Her non-response is enough confirmation.
<p>‘There’s no shame in it, don’t worry,’ David says.
<p>‘I didn’t say anything o,’ Mummy Jane says.
{<p>Load More... (click-replace: "Load More...")}[<p>‘See, I remember this woman – Aunty Blessing. She was my landlady when I did my NYSC in Ekiti state three years ago. Igbo woman. Civil servant. Her husband and children were in Anambra for whatever reason, so she lived alone. You remind me of her. Same age. Same shape. Same spec,’ David says.
<p>Mummy Jane listens attentively as he continues: ‘So, me nau, as a young guy, serving in one stupid school like that – teaching, I have to keep myself busy before boredom kills me. Luckily, babes dey plenty for Ekiti, and me, I’m not a slacker. The one I like, I toast, and on Friday – well, mostly Fridays – I bring her to my house and I fuck her like crazy.’ David emphasises the word “fuck”, and judging by the barely noticeable smile tugging the corner of Mummy Jane’s lips, he concludes she quite likes the sound of it.
<p>‘Now, Aunty Blessing, my landlady, knew all about my escapades. She used to see me bring those girls over, and probably even heard their screams during many nights, but she never complained. I remember this one girl I brought on Thursday. We didn’t come out of that room till Sunday night. After I escorted her, Aunty Blessing invited me to her house to eat Egusi soup and pounded yam. As I don use all my strength finish, the woman thought she should help me re-energise.’
<p>Both Mummy Jane and David laugh. After they calm down, David speaks: ‘So, nau, all through those times, Aunty Blessing was always nice to me. Always cooking for me. Always gisting with me. And you know, me sef, I dey eye the woman. Her breast – correct. Big like water melon. Sometimes you can even see the shape of her fat nipples when she wears a T-shirt. Even with bra on top, the thing must come out. Her ynash – round, always bouncing. I used to dream of running after her and slapping that thing every time I saw her walking out of the compound.’
<p>'You're a problem child, I swear.' Mummy Jane chuckles. She’s all too aware that she shares so much in common with Aunty Blessing – physically at least – that David might as well be describing her.
<p>‘I didn’t make any moves on her, not because she was older than me, or because she was married, or because I was afraid of rejection, but because I respected her a lot. She was a very accommodating landlady, considering all the things I used to do, and so I had to maintain myself and not mess up our relationship,’ David says. ‘But one thing I noticed that really struck me, apart from all the other nice things she used to do for me, was she never preached to me.’
<p>‘She was a pastor?’ Mummy Jane says.
<p>‘Not really, but that woman dey preach for Africa. No be small thing. She will go out for evangelism almost every mornings. Even on a weekday, when she’s not at work, she’s at church. But she never preached to me, and I was a very big sinner. The biggest sinner of all.’
<p>‘Maybe she didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. As her tenant, you know you’re putting money in her pocket. If she preaches to you and you move out...’
<p>‘Forget that one. Somebody that had reduced my rent twice. I was even owing her for 3 months at one point. She no complain. She would go to prostitute joint and preach, but me that was living in her compound, fucking all the girls in Ekiti, she no talk anything.’
<p>‘Na wa,’ Mummy Jane says.
{<p>And More... (click-replace: "And More...")}[<p>‘At one point, whenever we meet at the gate, she would greet me with a hug and say, “My wonderful tenant, how na?” Me, I no dey carry last, so I go collect the hug well. Sometimes, when the temptation is too much, my hand will go to places.’
<p>‘Which places?’ Mummy Jane chuckles. 'Naughty boy.'
<p>‘Her big ass,’ David says. ‘Just innocent brushes. She won’t say anything. Sometimes, when she comes for sideways hug, I go change am to full hug, press her breasts on my chest. She won’t complain. I later graduated from accidently brushing my hand on her ass to putting my hand there like I’m the real owner, but no squeezing. She no talk. One time, after hugging me, my hand was there for more than five minutes, and we were talking about different things like nothing dey happen.’
<p>By now, David is caressing Mummy Jane’s hand on his thigh. She puts her other hand on his knee.
<p>‘So one day like that, I went to my favourite beer parlour after school, drank plenty beer, and came back home late at night. I met her at the gate – she was going for night vigil – and I was very happy. I wanted hug. She didn’t disappoint. As usual, I collected full body, breast pressing hug. My hands descended on her fat ass. No complaints from her. We were standing there, talking... Well, <i>she</i> was doing most of the talking – have you eaten, how come you’re coming late, blah, blah – and me, I was thinking how much I needed to fuck someone that night. The konji was strong. My dick was super charged. I didn’t know when I started squeezing her ass.’
<p>‘She didn’t slap you?’ Mummy Jane says. David has her hand close to the mighty bulge on his jeans, brushing against the tip of his dick. She’s conscious of this, but makes no attempt to move her hand away.
<p>‘For where? She didn’t even say anything about what I was doing. Just kept talking about normal things. Man, that ass was soft, kai! The softness even pushed me to squeeze harder. Then she told me she had to go for vigil. I told her to forget vigil, I’m hungry, come and cook for me. I didn’t even add “please”. Omo, the woman agreed o, like say I get jazz for mouth. We walked back to her house, and all through, my hand was busy on her ass. She warmed egusi and made eba for me. I was eating at the table and staring at her, and my eyes were saying, I want to fuck you. She was looking at me, smiling innocently, like she didn’t understand what was going on. Ok na. I finished eating. She came to clear the dishes. Me, I’m looking at her breasts like, today na today.’
<p>David slides Mummy Jane’s hand to his crotch. If there’s one thing he’s proud of, it’s his dick. A chunky, monstrous eight-inch destructive force.
<p>That is not to say every woman wants to be with him the instant they see what he’s packing. He’s been in situations where women have flat out avoided him on account of his size. But then, there have been others who have gladly welcomed him because of it. As the saying goes: you win some, you lose some.
<p>Right now, he hopes Mummy Jane isn’t one of the former.
<p>Mummy Jane gives him an impressed look when she realises how big he is.
<p>‘I pulled her to my lap.’ David isn’t done with his story. ‘She said, David what is it? I didn’t even bother answering. I opened her blouse, dragged her bra down and collected her nipple with my mouth. Oh boy, the way she was shaking, like generator wey wan quench. Before I relocated to her other breast, this woman had already cum.’
<p>And just like that, David raises his hand and covers Mummy Jane’s left breast, squeezing. She sighs sharply, shocked at his boldness, but then gradually, she gives in to the desire pumping through her veins, especially as David tweaks her nipple.
<p>‘That night, I sucked breasts like I had never seen breasts before. I sucked for Africa. Later, I took Aunty Blessing to her room, removed all her clothes, made her give me a nice wet blowjob, and then I fucked her, front, back, sideways, on top, below. Like you, she was over-ripe to fuck. Like you, she had been waiting for a strong dick to fall on her, that’s why she never stressed me when I was fucking all those girls. She was waiting for her turn. Her husband wasn’t doing his job, so I was there to gladly help him out.’
<p>David kneads Mummy Jane’s breast harder. She plants her fist in her mouth and moans, her eyes pleading with him to stop. He doesn’t, because she really doesn’t want him to, not when she’s caressing his big dick like she’s trying to memorise the feeling of every inch of it.
<p>‘So, don’t worry,’ David says, ‘I’m going to help you like I helped Aunty Blessing, you hear?’
<p>‘Yes,’ Mummy Jane manages to say between moans.
{[[Deliver the final blow...->chapter 3]]
(set: $mummyJaneRelationship = $mummyJaneRelationship + 3)}]]<p>‘So tell me, how many children?’ David asks.
<p>‘Five,’ Mummy Jane says proudly.
<p>‘Five?! I don’t believe it.’
<p>‘You better believe.’
<p>‘Five! And you look this good?’
<p>‘Stop jor.’ She giggles. ‘How can you not tell that I’m a mother of five? You no dey see well?’
<p>‘Honestly, I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t mentioned it,’ David says, though debatable, considering he already knew she was a married mother before she confirmed it. Giving time, he might have arrived at the answer on his own. But anyway, he's currently in the business of making her feel good, so this is much better.
<p>‘And you’re still ripe to born more,’ he adds.
<p>‘Are you swearing for me?!’ Mummy Jane almost screams.
<p>David throws back his head, laughing at her dazed expression. ‘No! Why would I? But your husband won’t let you rest. Soon, another one will drop.’
<p>‘No o. Not my portion, abeg. (link-repeat: "E don do")[(alert:"It's enough")]. It has finished. I want to rest.’
<p>‘So, you’re telling me if your husband wants to do, you’ll deny him?’
<p>‘Of course not.’
<p>‘So, will you force him to use a condom? You know it’s sweeter when we go bare.’
<p>David isn’t bothered about anyone overhearing them. Other than their laughter, their voices are low. Ok, maybe not too low for the boy and girl in the row directly in front, but the boy is currently regaling the girl with his past sexual exploits and the girl is absorbing every word attentively. David doubts they’ll care if they hear anything lewd coming from behind them.
<p>Mummy Jane smacks David’s thigh playfully.
<p>‘You’re spoilt o,’ she says.
<p>‘How?’
<p>‘As young as you are, you’re already going bare, ehn? How old are you sef?’
<p>‘Old enough to give you belle, if you try me.’
<p>Mummy Jane cups her mouth to curb her raucous laughter. David grins.
<p>‘Even you, you like it bare,’ he says.
<p>‘How do you know? Have you ever been there when my husband was doing me?’
<p>‘No married woman, especially a married mother, likes condom nau. You can’t feel the thing well. The only way you’ll even accept condom is if you’re doing it with someone that isn’t your husband, in which case it’s because you want to avoid getting pregnant.’ David licks his lips suggestively.
<p>Mummy Jane picks up on that. She simply smiles, makes a "hmmm" and hugs herself, pushing her big breasts together, thus causing them appear much more bigger.
<p>David’s eyes fall on her breasts, lingering longer than is politely allowed for any eyes other than her husband’s. The darkness roars excitedly. It nibbles at his heart, still hungry for more. It won’t stop biting him until it gets everything.
<p>David finally looks up and finds Mummy Jane staring at him, amused, with a whiff of expectancy about her. He knows what he needs to do.
<p>To get to the promised land, he can either be [[daring->chapter 2.1.1]] or he can be [[less daring and more patient->chapter 2.1.2]]<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: The Evening Travel</h3>
<p>David smiles confidently at Mummy Jane. He takes another gander at her breasts, unashamed.
<p>‘What are you looking at, you this small boy?’ she says, not at all offended.
<p>‘Your big breasts.’
<p>Her eyes widen a tad at his bluntness. She looks down at her chest as if to say, but they’re not big.
<p>‘And I’m not a small boy,’ David says. He takes one of her hand and places it on his bulge on his jeans.
<p>At first, she’s stunned at his action. Shy, even. Then slowly, her hand works, gauging his package.
<p>If there’s one thing David is proud of, it’s his dick. A chunky, monstrous eight-inch destructive force.
<p>That is not to say every woman wants to be with him the instant they see what he’s packing. He’s been in situations where women have flat out avoided him on account of his size. But then, there have been others who have gladly welcomed him because of it. As the saying goes: you win some, you lose some.
<p>Right now, he hopes Mummy Jane isn’t one of the former.
<p>Her lips form a ‘O’ when she realises how big he is.
<p>‘Do you agree now?’ David says.
<p>‘Ok. You’re not a small boy.’
<p>‘Let me touch your own.’ David doesn't wait for an answer. He moves his hand and wraps his fingers around her big breast, lifting it, rolling it, kneading it.
<p>A look of desire envelops the surprise on Mummy Jane’s face.
<p>‘I want to fuck you,’ David says the words while staring straight into Mummy Jane's eyes, so she knows he's not playing around.
<p>‘In this bus where everyone is?’ Mummy Jane says.
<p>‘You’re right. Don’t worry, I have a plan.’
<p>Mummy Jane is curious to see this plan of his come to fruition.
{[[Deliver the final blow...->chapter 3]]
(set: $mummyJaneRelationship = $mummyJaneRelationship + 1)}<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: The Evening Travel</h3>
<p>David smiles confidently at Mummy Jane.
<p>‘What are you looking at?’ she asks.
<p>‘I saw mosquito on your dress.’
<p>‘You’re just foolish.’ She giggles.
<p>‘So when are you getting pregnant again?’
<p>‘This one that you’re asking, do you want to help my husband?’ She laughs.
<p>‘No nau, since you don’t use condoms, it’s bound to happen.’
<p>‘Don’t worry yourself. My husband is too busy for all those things.’
<p>‘And you?’
<p>‘If my husband is too busy, then me too I’m too busy.’
<p>‘Na lie. When was the last time you used a condom?’
<p>‘Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?’ Mummy Jane pretends to be offended.
<p>‘Yes. When was the last time you used a condom? I’m suggesting, I'm asking - in fact, I'm even accusing.’
<p>Mummy Jane stares away for a while, a sly grin playing on her lips. She turns back to him. He's still waiting for an answer.
<p>‘Ok. Maybe... Like... Two months ago.’
<p>Oh, this is interesting.
<p>‘Who?’ David asks.
<p>‘Class captain. Police officer in command. Am I under investigation?’ Mummy Jane chides good-humoredly.
<p>‘Talk nau. Who?’ David insists gently, leaning closer to her.
<p>‘One big man like that. He normally comes to buy provisions from my shop.’
<p>‘Let me guess, he was always complimenting your breasts.’
<p>‘You sef.’ Mummy Jane giggles and slaps his thigh. Her hand remains there. ‘Yes. He was always complimenting <i>me</i>.’
<p>‘And your breasts.’ David slides that in.
<p>‘Ok, fine. And my breasts.’
<p>‘And then what happened?’ David runs a finger up and down her naked arm.
<p>‘One night he came to buy provisions. I had already closed, but since he’s my special customer, I opened for him. We were talking and talking... In fact, I don’t remember what we were talking about. Then he said he wanted to hug me, that I don’t normally hug him when he spends money on me. So, I hugged him.’
<p>‘You pressed your breasts on him.’ David holds her heated gaze with his fierce one.
<p>‘Yes,’ she says. Her hand on his thigh shifts, inadvertently coming in contact with the tip of his dick in his jeans. David pretends not to notice. She corrects herself, moving her hand slightly away.
<p>‘That was what he wanted. It was just a hug,’ she adds.
<p>‘What happened after?’
<p>‘He didn’t want to release me. Even when he gave me small room to shift, he was still holding me. Then he grabbed my breast and was touching it and telling me he will give me plenty money.’
<p>‘So, you let him touch your breast because of money.’ David traces his finger from her arm to the skin just before the beginning of the swell of breast.
<p>‘No o. Ah. Me, I was... See, (link-repeat: "when e don tey since you collect action, e get as body go dey vibrate")[(alert:"when you haven't had sex in a long time, your body longs for it")]. You know nau...’
<p>‘Oh, definitely.’ David agrees.
<p>‘So, he was saying all those ones, and me I was just thinking of when we will fuck, because my body was on fire.
<p>David’s finger descends down her big breast, pausing at her nipple. Even with her bra acting as a barrier, he still feels all of its thickness and tautness.
<p>Mummy Jane is emboldened. Her hand slides to his crotch, and she rubs the bulge on his jeans, gauging his package.
<p>If there’s one thing David is proud of, it’s his dick. A chunky, monstrous eight-inch destructive force.
<p>That is not to say every woman wants to be with him the instant they see what he’s packing. He’s been in situations where women have flat out avoided him on account of his size. But then, there have been others who have gladly welcomed him because of it. As the saying goes: you win some, you lose some.
<p>Right now, he hopes Mummy Jane isn’t one of the former.
<p>She gives him an impressed look when she realises how big he is.
<p>Using his thumb and forefinger, David constricts her nipple, pulls a bit, and then releases it.
<p>Mummy Jane’s eyelids droop as her body melts in a pool of desire.
<p>‘And did he?’ David says.
<p>‘Did he what?’
<p>‘Did he fuck you?’
<p>‘Yes... At the corner of the shop. I had to off the light so no one would know we were there.’
<p>‘And he’s till fucking you?’
<p>‘Sometimes. He’s not always around. He travels out of the country.’
<p>David plays with her breast, lifting it, rolling it, kneading it.
<p>Mummy Jane looks like she’s on the verge of running mad. The grimace on her face says it all: the pleasure she’s experiencing is really intense.
<p>‘I want to fuck you,’ David says the words while staring straight into Mummy Jane's eyes, so she knows he's not playing around.
<p>‘In this bus where everyone is?’ Mummy Jane says.
<p>‘You’re right. Don’t worry, I have a plan.’
<p>Mummy Jane can’t wait for this plan of his to come to fruition.
{[[Deliver the final blow...->chapter 3]]
(set: $mummyJaneRelationship = $mummyJaneRelationship + 2)}<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: The Night Travel</h3>
<p>The bus cruises smoothly along the express. Surprisingly, there aren’t a lot of cars on the road.
<p>Inside the bus, the lights are off.
<p>Passengers are asleep. Or at least they should be: some of them are well awake and up to no good.
<p>This sort of behavior is rather common in such a setting, and it won’t be David’s first time.
<p>They say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Well, Vegas is to America as night bus travel is to Nigeria.
<p>The darkness is in complete control now, roaring and dancing. The burden of the hurt and pain David has been carrying for the past couple of weeks feels light as a feather.
<p>Mummy Jane is glued to him, her head resting on his shoulder. He has an arm over her, and the hand attached to that arm holds her breast prisoner. He squeezes her soft, juicy, succulent tit, pressing her nipple intermittently.
<p>She moans softly, rubbing his throbbing bulge.
<p>‘Bring it out,’ David whispers.
<p>Mummy Jane unzips his jeans and pulls out his dick. The thing looks so much more massive in the open than she imagined. She stares at it, both worried and aroused by its sheer power.
<p>David raises Mummy Jane’s blouse over her chest. He digs her breast out of its cup and gets back work, squeezing to his heart’s desire.
<p>Mummy Jane pumps his dick. She presses her lips on his neck, sighing. He nudges her cheek with his. She lifts her face. He meshes his lips on hers. Their tongues tangle and untangle, like spirited naked dancers beneath a full moon. He sucks on her lips and she sucks on his.
<p>David bends and attacks her nipples with his mouth, sucking, kissing and flicking his tongue on them.
<p>Mummy Jane stuffs a cloth in her mouth to curtail her moans.
<p>David pushes his face into her cleavage, squishing his head with her big breasts as if he plans to suffocate there. He kisses her breasts all over then leans back.
<p>‘Suck me,’ he says.
<p>Mummy Jane has to adjust a bit so she can get all the way to his dick. She licks the stiff, plump poll, up then down, kisses it all around, and then submerges it into her warm mouth.
<p>David grits his teeth. His hand clutches the back of her head. The darkness sings in a loud voice.
<p>Mummy Jane bobs her head, sucking his dick like she’s on a mission to extract all of his essence for her sustenance. David borrows her cloth and jabs it into his mouth. He’s at the point of tears. This woman really knows how to suck dick. He glances about, and he's glad to discover he’s not the only one neck-deep in waywardness.
<p>In the row across from his, he discerns a man furiously sucking the plump, firm breasts of a young lady. She writhes in her chair, rubbing his head and shoulders.
<p>David jerks his waist faster, fucking Mummy Jane’s mouth. Damn, any moment now. He hopes she swallows.
<p>Mummy Jane senses he’s close to his destination. She puts her all into sucking his dick.
<p>He tenses up, grips her head, and grunts, not caring if anyone hears him. His pulsating dick lets loose a fountain, shooting copious amounts of his seed right into the back of her throat. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t withdraw. Instead, she willingly accepts all of him. What a pro!
<p>David clutches the arm of his chair, trembling to his core. He caresses Mummy Jane’s head.
<p>Mummy Jane only stops sucking him once his dick loses its stiffness. She rises, puts her breasts back into their cups, and drags down her blouse. She retrieves a tissue roll from her handbag, cuts from it, and wipes David’s spit-and-cum-coated dick. She drinks from a bottle of water. Rinses her mouth. Spits out the window. Then she leans into his welcoming arm. He rubs her earlobe.
<p>The darkness retreats into its cage, calm for now. David closes his eyes. Sleep comes easily.
[[Sleep tight...->chapter 4]]<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: End of a Journey</h3>
<p>The gruelling ten-hour journey comes to an end at the bus terminal in Festac Town, Lagos.
<p>David helps Mummy Jane with her bags. They walk to a corner, away from most of the crowd.
{(if: $mummyJaneRelationship >= 4)[(if: $mummyJaneCollectedNumber <= 0)[<p>The darkness pokes David. Slave to its request, he proceeds to do its bidding.
<p>‘Why don’t you give me your phone number, so I can at least call you while you’re still in Lagos.’
<p>Mummy Jane smiles. She collects his phone from him.
<p>‘But I won’t be able to come out like that. You know I’m a married woman, and I'm with my sister,’ she says.
(set: $mummyJaneCollectedNumber = $mummyJaneCollectedNumber + 1)
<p>David grins and pinches her chin.
<p>‘Don’t worry yourself about that one,’ he says.
<p>He dials her number. Her phone rings.
<p>‘Save it. David Kanu.’
<p>Mummy Jane does so.
<p>‘We did all those things and I didn’t even know your name since.’
<p>‘You’re a bad girl nau.’
<p>‘Go jor.’ She smacks his arm. He laughs.]]}<p>Mummy Jane stares into the distance. She recognises someone.
<p>‘My people are here,’ she says.
<p>David nods.
<p>‘Have fun in Lagos,’ he says.
<p>‘You too.’ She grins.
<p>They share a brief, tight hug, and then Mummy Jane picks her bag and walks off to meet her sister and brother in-law.
<p>David frowns. The reality of his past actions begins to settle in. The terrible things he’s done. The reason he’s come all this way to Lagos – for a fresh start, and maybe, just maybe, he can salvage what’s left of his reputation in the eyes of his friends and family...
<p>[[Continue->The End]]<h3>THE STORY OF DAVID</h3>
<p><b><i>Rating:</i></b> 18+
<p><b><i>Synopsis:</i></b> In <i>The Story of David</i>, you assume the role of <b>David Kanu</b>, a man in his mid-20’s, who has just moved back to Lagos to escape the harsh consequences of a series of reckless exploits. He’s on the blacklist of some very powerful men in Abuja, he’s broke without a job, he’s lost the trust of his best friend, and the woman of his dreams doesn’t want to speak to him ever again; all this owing to his insatiable appetite for sex.
<p>David must start over in this strange city filled with opportunities and pitfalls, but can he really do that properly while carrying the burden of his raging desires?
<p>Help David along his journey to redemption or ruin or somewhere in-between.
<p><b><i>Full game coming soon...</i></b><h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: End of a Journey</h3>
<p>David picks his bag from the collection, by the parked coach, and walks away.
<p>He spots the woman in leggings, {(if: $mummyJaneRelationship < 1)[who he had chased away from sitting next to him](else:)[who he had sat with throughout the journey]}. She's standing with another woman she shares a resemblance with, and a man.
<p>Perhaps by coincidence, the woman turns and her eyes meet David’s. There’s no recognition in them. David is just another random face in the crowd.
<p>The woman moves on with her relatives, eventually.
<p>David frowns. The reality of his past actions begins to settle in. The terrible things he’s done. The reason he’s come all this way to Lagos – for a fresh start, and maybe, just maybe, he can salvage what’s left of his reputation in the eyes of his friends and family.
<p>[[Continue->The End]]<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: The Evening Travel</h3>
<p>David shifts his hand ever so slightly until it rests on her thigh. So thick. So soft. Shivering excitedly, he traces his finger on it, gently.
<p>The woman shifts. David pauses. He gives it a couple of seconds then resumes touching her.
<p>This goes on for a little over thirty seconds, and then the woman pushes his hand away. It’s not a violent shove, though; more like a light nudge.
<p>David becomes worried. Perhaps this is a sign, he thinks. After all, his actions clearly fall under sexual harassment. He should stop before things get worse for him.
<p>Yet, despite the guilt he feels, his bothersome erection remains. In fact, his cock is more enraged now than ever.
<p>David decides to desist from his abhorrent behaviour. He distracts himself by thinking about all the stupid decisions he’s made in the past much like this one. The poor choices… He needs to avoid the same pitfalls for his own sanity and safety.
<p>But the darkness won’t let him be. It dangles a piece of juicy, barbecued ribs before his eyes, and his mouth waters. He’s so hungry.
<p>The darkness infects him. Encourages him. He puts his finger right back on the woman, and unlike before when he contained himself to the area close to her knee, he slides up her thigh, slow as snail, dangerous as a scorpion.
<p>David’s finger reaches her inner thigh. It draws nearer to her pussy. He breathes faster.
<p>‘Are you Ok?’ The woman suddenly snaps.
<p>David freezes. Fear grips his heart.
<p>‘I’m sorry,’ he stammers.
<p>‘I’m going to slap you now if you don’t remove your hand from there.’
<p>‘Please... Just small,’ he blurts out without thinking.
<p>She says nothing. He does nothing, except that his finger still rests between her thighs. He wishes he can see her face properly so he can gauge her expression.
<p>Ultimately, David determines to take his hand off the woman. The last thing he needs is a loud embarrassing slap on the cheek. The darkness disagrees, of course. Keep going, it says, but David isn’t listening.
<p>Just as he’s about to lift his hand, the woman slides hers onto his thigh, her fingers brushing the mighty bulge on his jeans. That can’t accidental.
<p>The darkness grins.
<p>David reverses his decision. He presses two fingers on the woman’s crotch. She widens her thighs. He fondles. She rubs his erection, assessing his size.
<p>If there’s one thing David is proud of, it’s his dick. A chunky, monstrous eight-inch destructive force.
<p>That is not to say every woman wants to be with him the instant they see what he’s packing. He’s been in situations where women have flat out avoided him on account of his size. But then, there have been others who have gladly welcomed him because of it. As the saying goes: you win some, you lose some.
<p>Without his say-so, the woman unzips his jeans and digs out his cock. Shit! He abandons her pussy for her breast, squeezing. Fucking big breast.
<p>‘This your dick...’ She sounds amazed as she pumps him.
<p>He drags her top over her chest, lowers her bra cup and latches his mouth to her fat nipple. She hisses. He sucks like his life depends on it.
<p>His dick becomes extra stiff. He jerks his waist, fucking her hand.
<p>They go on like this for a couple of minutes – David sucking the woman’s breasts, and the woman giving him a marvellous hand-job – and then David makes his announcement with a harsh whisper: ‘I’m cumming!’
<p>Still wanking him, the woman retrieves a roll of tissue paper from her bag and cuts from it haphazardly.
<p>David moans on her nipple. He’s so close.
<p>‘Fuck!’ he groans.
<p>The woman is quick to cover his dick with the tissue just as his cum shoots out with a mighty force, shaking him to his core.
<p>David usually cums a lot, so it’s no surprise that he soaks up the tissue. The woman has to get more to compensate.
<p>Once David is done, he collects the used tissue from the woman and tosses it out the window.
<p>The woman covers herself up.
<p>David tucks his dick back into his jeans, zips up, and relaxes. The darkness – immensely satisfied – recedes back to its cage.
<p>He glances at the woman: she’s busy on her phone.
<p>He turns away from her and shuts his eyes. Sleep soon overwhelms him.
<p>[[Sleep to the morning->chapter 6]]
<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: The Evening Travel</h3>
<p>David slowly moves his hand to the woman’s chest. His fingers sink into the succulent flesh of her breast.
<p>‘Are you Ok?’ The woman suddenly snaps.
<p>David freezes. Fear grips his heart.
<p>‘I’m sorry,’ he stammers.
<p>‘I’m going to slap you now if you don’t remove your hand from there.’
<p>‘Please... Just small,’ he blurts out without thinking.
<p>‘I said, remove it!’ she says sternly.
<p>David snatches his hand away like he’s just touched something blistering.
<p>The woman mumbles curses under her breath and shifts, as if to put some distance between her and David.
<p>David faces the window. Perhaps this is for the best. He’s supposed to be working on his recovery, not making things worse.
<p>He shuts his eyes and wills the tendrils of sleep to engulf him.
<p>But the darkness taunts him still. His dreams are of naked women running around him while he’s chained to a chair, weeping.
<p>[[Sleep to the morning->chapter 6]]<h3>RETURN TO LAGOS: The Evening Travel</h3>
<p>David is engrossed on the hypnotic rise and fall of the woman’s massive chest. The darkness rumbles, tugging his heartstrings. He imagines putting his hand on her big breasts, and his erection grows.
<p>He shakes his head. No. This is wrong. He shouldn’t be entertaining such thoughts. He’s supposed to be curing himself of this senseless addiction. Starting anew in life. You don’t do that by purposely making the same mistakes that tore you down in the first place.
<p>The darkness doesn’t agree. David doesn’t care. He rests his head back, glad to have won this battle of emotions, and shuts his eyes. Sleep returns in a matter of minutes.
<p>But the darkness taunts him still. His dreams are of naked women running around him while he’s chained to a chair, weeping.
<p>[[Sleep to the morning->chapter 6]]