By Yami Bamgboye
Fawaz turned her upside down and dug deeper, harder into her. She held on to the bedsheets with both hands and bit the pillow really hard to absorb her loud moans. She’s the noise freak. He killed her further with his long strokes. First from her tit and gently to her clit. Subconsciously, she yelled with great laughter, ‘Daddy Yo, come and see your boy, he don kill me!’
Daddy Yo, the Presiding bishop of Jehovah Sharp Sharp Ministries and the husband of Rev Mrs has been on the loose for many years. His rod and staff has parted the red sea of all the girls in the choir except two. Most of the ones in the protocol department have had a feel of its warmth too. This time, Rev Mrs, a.k.a Mummy Yo decides to play ball like her beloved. At least to know what it feels like when one has a mouthful of different delicacies.
On a fateful day, after going back and forth, her eyes rested on Bro Fawaz, her P.A. Fawaz had just become a new convert. It was really a genuine turn around when he took that bold step at a crusade organized by some missionaries in his neighbourhood. Two weeks later, he got an offer to work as a P.A to Daddy Yo at Jehovah Sharp Sharp Ministries but his preference for a cute lady made him shove Fawaz to Mummy Yo.
Her first move on Fawaz was two weeks ago. After she had gone blabbing in a church similar to theirs, Fawaz drove through the deserted streets of Ikene to her lodge. ‘Stop, she ordered from behind. Slowly, she got down and moved to the seat beside him’. ‘Seat belt, Rev’, Fawaz managed to let out. She smiled and her beautiful dentition shone like the sun. She turned a little more. This time, Fawaz couldn’t help but feed on her cleavage. Her tits were really saying ‘Hi uncle’. Immediately, he remembered his past. He was a huge fan of threesome. As he drove on in silence a bit further, her left hand suddenly rested on his right thigh. He felt something run up his spine, then a rushing sensation down there. He had just been possessed. He pedalled to a stop in a corner, rushed at her and went straight for the tits.
************ It’s a beautiful Sunday morning at Jehovah Sharp Sharp Ministries, Daddy Yo looks awesomely dressed in his expensive Italian suit and shoes. It’s become customary for pastors his age and generation to show off so much luxury that exudes nothing but sheer carnality. As he walks to his office with an air of pride after his preaching on hyper-grace, its overblown accommodative tendencies that let onelive as much carefree life as they could, he hears ‘Bishop, Bishop’, from behind. He turns around to behold Segzy, one of his favourite singers in the choir unit.
‘Hey, Segzy, what’s up with you?’ he says warmly but receives nothing in return. ‘Sir’, Segzy started instead, ‘Omar passed on this morning’, he says soberly, whimpering. Immediately, Daddy Yo becomes dazed. Words stick in his throat and his eyes are laced with tears. He walks slowly into his office, sits in his couch and weeps a little. He remembers how they had met. Omar had walked into the church ona Tuesday like every new worshipper would. While the service lasted, he noticed an opening he could fill with his piano skills. Three months later, as fate would have it, he was…
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