ATROCITIES… SEASON TWO
EPISODE 7
From U.S Bah ❤ ✌?
*****
I began flying my legs apart showing him my pu-ssy.
I could see him stealing glances at it.
I flew it so wide in pain.
Baaba, I think it’s OK. He said and stopped.
Pastor, the leg is ok but my ribs is hurting really bad. I can’t breathe properly, please help me. I pleaded almost in tears.
How do I ma-ssage your rib when you are wearing a straight dress Baaba? I think we should go to the hospital instead of this. He said unhappily.
No Pastor, that is a long process, I might even die before we get there.
Please give me a towel so that I can remove my dress for you to ma-ssage it for me. Please don’t watch me to die. I pleaded in tears.
He brou-ght the towel in fear and excused me as I undressed.
I later called him and he came back to ma-ssage me.
I pulled down the towel a bit and he had access to my ribs.
I held him so ti-ght in pain and tears.
Pastor easy! Please easy. It is painful, please easy. I m-oaned in pain.
In the course of the ma-ssage and my inability to stand the pain, the towel totally fell off.
Pastor Fiifi stared at me in shock and yelled.
What is happening here Baaba!
It isn’t my fault Pastor, the pain is too much to bear, please don’t be angry with me. I pleaded.
He angrily stood up to excuse me.
I grabbed him ti-ght with my b-oobs touching him.
He struggled to free himself from my arms but I held him so ti-ght.
As if by magic, we began kis-sing de-eperly.
I held him so ti-ght in other not to allow him go.
I began touching his co-ck throu-ghhis trouser.
He groa-ned in plea-sure and hesitancy.
Baaba please stop. This is not right, Mmmmm! Ooouuuucchhh! Pleeeeeaaase stop.
I continuously ru-bbed my hand on his co-ck until I finally pushed him into the sofa.
I quickly removed his co-ck and began su-ck ing it.
Aaaaahhh Baaba! Please don’t do this! I am almost marrying your sister. Mmmmm! Aaaaahhh!
Come on baby, tell me you don’t want this! Tell me this is not sweet! I whispered seductively.
Quickly, I stood up and sat on his erected co-ck .
He screamed out so loud in ecstasy.
Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Baaaaaaaaaaaba! You are killlllllllllllllling meeeeeeeeee!
I gave him a crazy ride of fun.
I fu-ck ed him so ha-rd and fast for minutes until I convulsed with Orgasm while he seizured with ejaculation.
I stood up from his di-ck and tried to cuddle him.
Stop it Baaba! What have we done! He yelled.
What does it seem Pastor? We just made love. I responded.
You must be crazy Baaba! You and who made love? Are you aware you’ve just ra-pe d me? He asked.
I burst into laughter.
Hahahahah Pastor! ra-pe ? You are so funny. I teased.
Baaba, do you realize I am a pastor? Do you realize your sister and I are getting married? He asked angrily.
Not anymore Pastor Fiifi.
You ain’t getting married to Eve anymore, you will rather be getting married to me. I responded sarcastically.
Baaba you can’t do this to me! It is your sister I love, not you. He said.
Pastor Fiifi or whatever you call yourself, what is good for the goose is equally good for the gander.
It is me you must marry, and not my sister. I responded angrily.
As you can see, it is late, let me get going, I promise to be back tomorrow for the marriage plans.
Please don’t play smart with me, because if you do, I will charge you for ra-pe , and my father will throw you into jail. I said and began dressing up.
Baaba, my God will punish you! You are so evil. Evil resides in your heart! He cursed in tears.
Yes I know Pastor, that is why you must marry me to cast it out for me. I responded teasingly and walked out.
I got to the house a bit late and Eve was still awake.
Baaba, you’ve so much delayed, what happened? She asked.
My sister, you should have been in the church today to see the miracles that happened.
Your husband is so powerful. He kept screaming for heaven to hear his voice. He groa-ned and m-oaned to the Holy Spirit that descended upon him, and finally, he casted out demons that had existed for centuries.
Eve, in fact, you have gotten a husband. I narrated.
Eeeiii Baaba! You are so funny. groa-ned and m-oaned to the Holy Spirit? I see.
Anyway, get some sleep and let me call my husband. She said.
Your husband indeed! Useless girl. I insulted in thoughts.
I hid behind her, eavesdropping their conversation.
Hello Pastor Fii, Baaba has really complimented the church service today .
She said you are so good at everything. Eve said.
Yes Eve, we give all glory to God. I overheard Fiifi responding.
Sweetheart, you don’t sound ok, please is everything alright with you? Eve asked.
I am very fine Eve, just that I’m a bit tired. Fiifi responded.
Alright my husband, rest for me, I will try and see you on Sunday. Eve responded and hanged up.
I run into my room and freshened up to sleep.
Thank you God for making me win Pastor Fiifi’s love. He will soon be my husband. I thought.
ATROCITIES… SEASON TWO
EPISODE 8
From U.S Bah ❤ ✌?
*****
Thank you God for making me win Pastor Fiifi’s love. He will soon be my husband. I thought.
Early the next morning, I received a call from Pastor Fiifi.
Hello s-exy sa-ssy boo, tell me you are missing me. I said.
Baaba, I called to let you know that you’ve distant me from my God and I will never forgive you for that. He responded angrily.
Calm down baby, I will come over for us to talk. You need to make my father know about your change of mind to marry me instead of Eve. I said.
Baaba, don’t you dare step your sinful foot in my house, or else. He threatened.
Will you shut up there! Whom do you think you are? Why should you shout at me when you and I enjoyed the act.
I gave you a free blow job you paid nothing for, and there you are giving me unnecessary attitude.
Listen to me carefully Fiifi, I have even changed my plans of coming to your house. I am driving to my father’s office to tell him everything that happened between you and I last night.
I promise to throw you into jail. I threatened and hanged.
He kept calling me severally but I refused to answer.
He then sent me an sms.
“Baaba, please don’t tell your father anything, please come home and let’s talk.”
I quickly dressed up in my s-exy silky short dress and drove off to his house.
He was seated miserably in his sitting room when I got there.
Helloooo my husband to be, why are you looking this miserable? I asked.
Baaba, thank God you are here, please I hope you’ve not told anyone about what is happening? He asked sadly.
Not yet baby, I will only do that when you prove stubborn. I responded.
Please don’t do anything to hurt me, if you do, my career will be at stake. My reputation will be dragged into the mud. The media won’t spare me. He pleaded.
Just do what is right baby, and I promise to handle the rest to make sure you are safe. I responded.
Baaba please talk to me, what exactly do you want? What can I do to erase all these? He asked almost in tears.
I stood up and stood closely in front of him.
Sweetheart, as I stand here, I am more than horny, the only thing you can do for me is to lic-k me to stupor. I responded and raised my dress to p@n-ts level.
Baaba please hold it. Are you saying if I lic-k you, you will leave everything behind us? He asked.
Sure baby, just go ahead and do it, but make sure you don’t chew my cl-it , because it is too sweet like a toffee. I responded and stri-pped na-ked.
I laid down in the sofa with my legs widely opened.
Come on baby, come to Mama. I whispered.
He stood up with tears in his eyes and began lic-king me.
Indeed, Fiifi was a pastor. He just didn’t know how to even lic-k me for me to cu-m.
Fiifi, do it well, you are failing. I teased.
Baaba, I’ve never done this before. You are the first woman I’ve ever slept with. He responded in a trembling voice.
Alright then, just stop it. Your teeth is causing bruises down there. I responded and dressed up.
Baaba, please, are you ready to let everything go? He asked.
No Fiifi, since you couldn’t complete the lic-king task, I can’t let everything go.
Now listen to me, you and I are going to marry. Just come over to my house in three days, and declare your intention of marrying me instead of Eve.
Fiifi, don’t ever play smart with me, because if you do, I will charge you for ra-pe .
I will announce on every media platform that, Pastor Fiifi Edward is a rapist. I threatened and drove away.
Fiifi called me on phone several times and shed tears.
Fiifi, there is nothing your tears can do for you, just come into my house and make our marriage intentions known to my parents. I yelled.
To be continued..