Daniella – Episode 2

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Episode 2

Mum herself was just an older  version of myself. She was the s–t  every rich trader in our trading  neighborhood knew. I had learnt  about sex long before I got the  first taste, simply because I  watched her have it countless  times in front of me. She had no  shame and even usually asked me  to go buy her tissue for cleaning  up, right after a f–k session –  herself and the pleased man stark  naked and beaming with smiles. It  was that bad. So when I eventually  got pregnant (at a tender age of  16), she didn’t do exactly like most  moms. She didn’t ask about who  was responsible; even though I  couldn’t have had anyone I could  have picked as responsible despite  the zillion men I f—-d. She only  brought me back home after a  nurse-friend of hers had confirmed  it, and served me dinner. But later  that night she wept bitterly.  Leaning into my shoulder and  shedding a lot of tears. She  lamented so much that night that  I thought she was going to go  mad. She cried and asked for  forgiveness. Blaming herself for  my state and promising to do  better as a mother from that  moment. But that didn’t exactly  happen as she handed me over to  a close friend of hers in a far away  state just as my belly began to  grow. I never met mom again and  she never called or wrote. It was a  bitter end to an already rotten  relationship. Having known no dad  (my dad left mom before I was  born), I suddenly knew nothing  about the love a man can have for  a lady and the much I thought my  mom had for me, fizzled away with  her.  Chike came into my life just after I  had arrived my new abode. He was  a reckless 20 year old cousin to the  lady (Mama Jonah) who was now  taking care of me. He started  frequenting Mama Jonah’s place  and just like every other guy, his  aim was just my body. He kept  telling me about how beautiful I  was even in pregnancy and how he  has never stopped imagining me  naked. This continued and soon I  found myself longing for him too.  Having been without sex for over  6months, my p—y was the first  to yell out for the dude’s touch  each time he arrived and before  we could put our names on a line,  we had already started f—–g our  brains out!! In pregnancy, and at  just 16, I was having sex with  Chike every day until my delivery  was close. Being inexperienced, I  was initially scared of what could  happen, but later learnt from  some of the street girls that  eventually became my friends that  it was just fine to go on.  My delivery gave me a girl. And  she looked so so much like mom! It  was painfully pleasant as I always  cried each time I found myself  likening her face to her grandma.  We grew together and soon began  looking like sisters. Mama Jonah  had suggested that I leave the girl  with her while I pursued a life in  Lagos. Her plan was to make sure  the girl does not get to know that I  was her mother but I refused. I  wanted to remain with her as she  was the only thing I had. Mama  Jonah accepted this and in no  time, I was schooling with her. But  before this, Mama Jonah married  me to Chike who equally had no  parents. This was a secret  agreement as she never wanted  anybody to know about it. It  became a serious marriage once  Chika began making money on his  own. He was always following  drivers for daily jobs and was  always lucky to make little money  to bring home. He began getting  responsible and soon started  buying things for me. I knew at  that stage that I was actually in  love with him and on my 21st  birthday, I moved out with him as  well as my daughter from Mama  Jonah’s place. We moved to Lagos  where he was offered a driving job  for a bottling firm despite his  young age of 25. I was now exactly  married in spite of being of  different tribal backgrounds (he is  Ibo). The most important things to  me was that he cared for me and  then that he was also the best  f–k I had ever known! We f—-d  everyday! And I mean everyday!  He had a pretty big d–k. A d–k  which wasn’t exactly long but very  fat and thick! He would f–k me  with that thing until I began  screaming for help (not he  lp really  but…I was always going to feel  like I’d tear apart), scratching his  back and clawing his buttocks! I  was absolutely loving Chike and he  loved me too