After my sexcapade with Miss Nnenna
Dorothy Nwabueze, we sat down to chat
in the living room. She told me how she
had come to Deustchland. (Germany is
called Deustchland over there). Her
parents were some kind of rich people
who lived in Victoria Island. They had sent
her to study engineering in Essen, a big
city near koln (cologne). She lived alone
in Essen which is 20 minutes train ride
to Oberhausen where we were at that
She is a beautiful girl and charcoal black
During our chat, she had told me that
she wanted a baby to make her get
Mothershaft, a kind of resident permit to
live in Germany.
I had thought about her proposal of
getting her pregnant and had no
decission on it yet.
*Hell, i had just arrived in Germany and i
had not even called back home to tell
them that i reached my destination*
The thought woke me out of my silly
I stood up and asked Nnenna to escort
me outside to make some calls to
Nigeria and Ghana.
She excused herself and went inside the
room to make up.
I opened my bag and took 100 euro bill
from it and seached for my passport, it
was nowhere to be found. I recalled that
Matthew had taken it from me to keep.
Then it occoured to me that it actually
belonged to him. I told Nnenna and she
told me not to be afraid. She said i could
always tell the police that i was from
Liberia and that i was missing for long,
that i didnt even know how i got to
Germany. It was all funny but it was
better than nothing.
We went outside to the business district
of the city.
I called my elder brother who was
already getting worried. I told him to
spread the news down to my parents.
Then i called Efuah Kuffor in Ghana.
She started crying when she heard my
voice. She told me that her mom said she
should forget about me now that i had
traveled to Europe. Her reasons was
that i was definitely going to marry a
We spoke for a few minutes and i
promised to call her again when i got a
Then i made few more calls to some
girls in Nigeria, Chinwe, Azuka etc and
Nnenna took me to a center where Igbo
boys gather every evening to joke and
I just kept quiet and listened for a few
minutes. It was getting dark, so we left
We got home around 8pm. Then Nnenna
called Matthew and confirmed that he will
come back in the morning. The phone
was on speakout.
Matthew asked about me and was told i
was sleeping. He laughed and asked
Nnenna to wake me up and give me the
phone. I changed my voice and spoke like
i just woke up. He asked how i was doing
and if Nnenna gave me food blablabla.
(Nnenna actually gave me food, not just
the food of mouth but of Cuuunt). He
said he will come back around 6am and
I and Nnenna laughed but my laughter
was cut short by a kiss from Nnenna’s
red lips. I didnt care about the lipsticks
as i licked everything on my way to her
tongue. We held each other and kissed
and caressed and squeezed and
massaged until my joystick reminded me
that it was still part of the set up. I
shifted a bit and removed her red gown
I carried her to the bigger seat and
made her lie down on her back. Then i
spread her legs and burried my head
inside her cunnt. She moaned as i licked
and teased her red cunnt with my
tongue. She held my head tight and
encouraged me by pushing it harder into
the Vshape. About five minutes into the
licking, she climaxed and lay on the seat
powerless. I dipped two fingers into the
well shaven cuunt and hit the clitorris on
my way in, then i twisted my fingers
severally inside of her before brusshing
past the clitts again on my way out. She
had started twisting herself again,
moaning out my name in a sexy way; ”oh
zibi, you are killing me”.
I continued my adventure pretending not
to hear the ”killing me” part. I didnt want
to be charged with a murder rap on my
first day in Germany, so i stood up
beside her and smiled. She got up and
unzipped my trouser. My standing dicked
jumped out as if we had been locking it
inside the made-in-China jean against its
She grabbed it and started squeezing it
inside her mouth. I stood there like a
zombie watching her play every tricks in
the book with my JT. It was a lovely
experience as i moaned out loudly and
forgot that i was in another man’s living
room, fvcking his girlfriend in his
*My mind drifted away into Heaven where
i had a hard time entering through the
pearly gates. St Peter was there with the
same Sword he used in cutting out the
ear of one of those Gentiles who wanted
to crucify his Oga at the top. I greeted
him nonchalantly as he opened the book
of life to check if my name was among
those scheduled to go into Heaven.
” What did you say your name was
again” he asked.
” Zuby” i stammered.
” Your name no dey here” he shouted as
he reached for that rusted sword. I took
to my heels and it was only when i hit
my head on the wall that i returned back
inside Matthew’s sitting room, back to
Nnenna and back to the cold weather of
Nnenna had just finished sucking my
joystick and led me into the bedroom.
”dont forget to release inside me” she
said as she lay down on the blue
dressed kingsize bed. I climbed on top of
her and in one sweet move, i entered
We fvcked each other in the bed room
for many minutes before i climaxed and
busted my white thick hot cream inside
of her. She held my my ars.e with her
legs until every drop of the incoming
sperm entered inside her. Then she
smiled and said that she would want her
son to threat women like me when he
”Your son?” i asked.
”the one you just gave me” she smiled.
We remained in bed for over an hour
and later got up to go to the sitting
As i turned to go, my eyes caught a
small stain on the bed sheet. It was a
drop of a sperm. How it got out and
where it escaped from was a surprise
to me. Matthew was definitely going to
find out what we did if we did nothing
about it. I called her attention to it. She
gathered the sheets and took them to
the store room where the laundry
washing machine was located. She put it
inside the machine and pressed some
buttons as i stood Unclad behind her and
watched. The machine started turning
slowly and fast and faster. She later told
me what it was as we took our bath
under the steam shower amidst more
kisses and squeezing of oranges etc.
At about 12am, we finished drinking our
orange juice and she announced that she
was going to sleep in the room. It was a
one-room apartment so i had to sleep in
the sitting room.
”griiim griim griim” and i woke up with a
start. Who could be ringing a doorbell as
early as 2am? It was Matthew. I
pretended not to have heard the bell
anyway as i heard the room door
opened and Nnenna opened the Passage
door for him. He was pretty cold as he
went straight to the kitchen to plug the
electric kettle on the electric to make
coffee. They talked for a while and
Nnenna went back to the room
pretending to have been sleeping since
6pm the previous day. Matthew did not
come into the sitting room as he feard
he could wake me up, not knowing that i
Around 7am, i went to the bathroom to
pee. Nnenna was already in the kitchen
baking god-knows what. I ignored her
and went back to the palour. She joined
me 10 minutes later and sat a
considerable distance away from me as
if i was a plague. We occassionaly cast
eyes upon each other but no talking.
The German ZDF TV was Telling us how
the weather was going to be that day
I went into the kitchen and brought a can
”N’ututu a ka ichoro inu beer” Nnenna
said. I ignored her and opened the beer,
took a deep sip and put it on the table.
”My man, e be like say you dey like
beer” a voice said coming into the
palour. It was Matthew.
” Good morning” i greeted.
He reponded and said something about
the beer again.
” I had been bored since yesterday doing
nothing, so make i zap one beer first so
that my head go clear today” i said.
He laughhed as he told me that he will
have a one week leave in three days
time and will take me out to meet people.
*Another three days alone with Nnenna,
she was surely going to get pregnant*
” No wahala” i managed to say ignoring
” I no go follow una go” Nnenna chipped
in. I kept quiet as Matthew told her that it
was going to be boys runz but that we
could attach her to our plan if she would
make Chapatti for him.
(Chapatti is an Eastern African food
made with plantain. I think it originated
from Kenya or Uganda as i learnt from
my Ugandan Girl Agnes
in Potsdam later on…. We will come to
that later )
She agreed to make the food with
laughter and we started talking until it
was time for Matthew to leave house
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