Over time, I realized that in most cases, if a young male lecturer decides not to pursue female students, the students will surely come for the lecturer. Just pretend like you don’t notice them, be well-behaved, dress smart, look good and appear rich, and do your job diligently; these ladies will hunt you down. Some of them were originally designed to be the downfall of great men.
My affair with Chinwe marked the beginning of several others, most of the ladies didn’t want any help from me, they weren’t coming for exam score upgrade, they just wanted to fuck me. I felt like I was in paradise, seeing how they hovered around me and would do anything to get my attention.
As much as I wanted to sample every one of them, I was very selective and careful, and I made sure in the end the sex wasn’t free. I paid them well, so no one would accuse me of using my position to get between her legs. I was free to fail them if they didn’t perform well in my course. It was strictly transactional and all business, and I worked with those who were okay with my terms and conditions.
It was around that time that I met Abimbola a final year student in my department, something about Abimbola didn’t just sit well with me, no matter how hard she tried to impress me and get my attention, I wasn’t just comfortable around her, I didn’t know why but it was just that way.
Normally Abimbola was that kind of lady everyman like me would want to grace his bed, beautiful face, perfect curves with all the extra flesh in the appropriate places, full heavy boobs, large fat behind, and thick thighs to match her body. But even with all these features I still couldn’t figure out why I just had this odd feeling about her.
It was around that time that Abimbola and her coursemates organized a surprise birthday party for me in their final year classroom. I found out later that the whole idea to throw a birthday party for me was Abimbola’s idea and that she single-handedly funded the whole gathering. The gist spread all over the department that period, and a lot of students and even lecturers were already pushing the agenda in their head.
I heard droplets of gossip everywhere; some people even said she was my fiancée. I didn’t let the talks bother me because they were pushing an agenda on someone I was even scared of.
It was during that period that Prof summoned me to his office; this time, it wasn’t for his usual advice session. He asked me if I was having an affair with any of the students in the department, and my NO was resounding and affirmative.
I sensed anger and threats in his tone that afternoon as he warned me to stay away from the female students. He didn’t sound like the normal Prof, he even threatened to file a report against me if I didn’t stay off the girls in the department. I was surprised because he had taken it too personally, and he sounded as though there was something more. I had never seen Prof that vexed with me, and I wondered what had warranted the strong threats that he spilled out that afternoon.
When Abimbola called later that night, as she did almost every other night, she asked me if Prof had told me anything during the day. Immediately she asked that question, I knew something wasn’t right. Why was she asking me the same day Prof had suddenly threatened to deal with me if he discovered I was having an affair with any of the students?
I didn’t need anyone to tell me what I thought was going on but I only decided to ask Abimbola to at least confirm my suspicion. I asked her if she was seeing Prof and if there was something between both of them.
It was then she dropped the bombshell that she had been fucking Prof since her first year in the university, she told me how she had performed woefully and Prof had threatened her that he would withdraw her admission from the university, out of fear, desperation, and ignorance she had bowed to his pressure to fuck him and save her admission.
Since then she had been riding his old cock in exchange for good grades. She even told me she knew a handful of other students he had locked in with the same format.
I was mad with rage and, at the same time, disappointed. No wonder he didn’t want me around any of the female students. It was that night I understood why a part of me had never been comfortable with Abimbola, but at that point, I was ready to risk it all. After the long phone call with Abimbola that night, I decided I was going to play the game with Prof and beat him.
I couldn’t sleep that night as I spent the whole night scheming and planning my moves. I wanted to take him by surprise and teach him a lifelong lesson. I was angry because he fooled me all along and deceived me into thinking he was a saint when in the real sense he was the devil.
Very early the following morning, I called Abimbola and asked her if she would be free later that day. She asked me if there was any problem but I told her I just wanted to spend time with her. I knew my request to spend time with her was like a dream come true for Abimbola, and the speed at which she agreed that she would be available to meet with me confirmed my thoughts.
I told her I wanted to meet with her at the same spot she used to meet with Prof, at first, she hesitated, but after a little convincing that I just wanted to know the place, she agreed she would take me to their meeting point.
Later that evening, we met at the guest house. I was surprised at Prof’s choice of hideout, an old guest house far away from the university community, a perfect hideout. At first, we sat at the open bar and talked about school and work while enjoying bottles of beer and pepper soup.
I later told her I wanted to make room reservations if she didn’t mind, and she replied with a nod and “ok”. The room was a tiny, poorly furnished room, I looked at the old stained bed covers and ancient bed frame. The frame looked weak and I imagined the sound it would make as soon as we started fucking. The noise from the 19th-century ceiling fan filled the whole room, and I wondered how long more it would take for the fan to swing off its hook.
I immediately knew why Prof had picked this particular guest house, this was the last place anyone would ever expect to see Prof, one would never think that a man like Prof, who had traveled the length and breadth of the world, would settle for an old, rickety motel like Ajuri.
I was still inspecting the room when Abimbola I placed her hands on my shoulders and stared deep into my eyes in silence, I tried to fake a smile and she smiled back, but I knew that pretty sexy smile was only covering her weak heart, I knew she wasn’t comfortable meeting me at the same spot where she and Prof had fucked for the past four years, but I also saw lust and desire in her eyes too. When she leaned forward and kissed my lips….
I didn’t kiss her back; I was acting my own script, I had to be extra careful this time because I didn’t make provision to record the event of the day and I was dealing with Prof’s personal bitch.
Abimbola held my head; her hands were so soft and tender, and when she kissed me deeply again, this time I returned her kiss with a more intense one, exploring her lips and tongue with mine. Soon, we were kissing intimately.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss, the anger was still there, burning in my heart against Prof, and it was evident in the ferocity of the kiss. We kissed until we slowly fell on the bed.
After a while of hot passionate kiss and smooching, Abimbola broke the kiss and walked across the room to where she had kept her hand bag, I stared at her in silence, my anger and fear had fizzled out, I watched her pull down her lace panties off, it reminded me of that day with Chinwe in my office.
Abimbola pulling down her underwear was one of the sexiest things I had seen since Chinwe graduated. I didn’t know when I licked my lips as she stepped out of her underwear, picked it up and sniffed it. Then she smiled, a wide grin lightening up her face. She threw the underwear at me, and I caught it in mid-air. It was damp already and warm too.
I drew a sharp deep breath just like she had done, we laughed, and I kissed her underwear before I dropped it on the bed.
Abimbola brought out a bottle of wine from her handbag along with two fancy plastic cups, I watched her as she filled each cup with wine.
My head kept reminding me that I wasn’t supposed to be doing this with her, but I couldn’t help it either.
I wanted to be inside of her, I wanted to have a taste of what Prof was enjoying. Abimbola joined me on the bed. She gave me a cup and we clicked our cup together.
I took a quick sip, and she sat on my thighs, her legs wide open in a way that positioned me in between her legs. Her full breasts were pressed against my chest, I could feel the heat from the middle of her thighs already and just the thought of the fact that I knew she was naked under drove me wild. We started kissing again slowly, and we sipped our wine at intervals.
After a while Abimbola collected the cup from me and placed it on the small stool beside the bed, then she adjusted herself ontop of me staring down at me, she pulled my shirt over my head and kissed me our tongues dueled and pushed and probed hungrily, the kiss was so intense I could hardly breath, she was also panting and nearly trembling, she started undressing herself allowing the gown to slip off her shoulders.
I pulled her gown down until It was completely around her stomach. Then I raised her up and moved under her. Abimbola raised her hip up to allow enough room for me to fit under her.
My face was between her inner thighs and I was staring right at her wet cunt, I could tell she was wet already even without touching her, Abimbola made it easier for me, she opened her legs wider, her pussy exposed to me, I leaned forward and took one long lick of her cunt, then sucked her labia into my mouth.
I took her clit too in my mouth, creating a seal with my lips as i sucked gently on it. Judging by her affectionate moans and wriggling, I could tell she was enjoying my treat. I was eating her pussy from under her, my nose buried in her arsehole, I released her labia again and tongue fucked her, I could feel that she had sneaked her hand beneath her body and was fingering her clit as I continued.
As soon as I felt her approaching her orgasm, I replaced my tongue with two fingers, jamming them inside her. She reacted by thrusting her hip back, signaling her approval that I continue my digital assault on her. I obliged and within another minute,
Abimbola yelled, “Oh God, I think I’m coming”.
She shook uncontrollably as she let out a short scream. Immediately, I replaced my finger with her tongue as her body went rigid before convulsing.
Her hot and musky wetness spilled onto my face as she climaxed, I kept sucking on her pussy as she jerked on until her hands couldn’t hold her weight anymore, she threw herself on the bed panting heavily.
I maneuvered myself from her and knelt down before her spreading her legs wide open. I undid my belt buckle quickly and was about to pull down my pant when her hand gripped the elastic band of my briefs. She pulled it down to reveal my monster rock hard cock.
My dick pointed towards her and was inches away from her. I was preparing to penetrate into her when she sat up immediately, she stroked my cock for a while before I watched as she put my dick in her mouth.
She was sucking and stroking my dick at the same time in and out of her mouth with speed and perfect precision that I didn’t know when I started thrusting too to match her rhythm, until I was fully fucking her mouth.
Abimbola made several cloaking and choking sounds and saliva slipped from her mouth, It was then i remembered I had not attended to her massive boobs, one step at a time I told myself, as I allowed her to suck every part of my huge dick.
When I looked down at her our eyes met, I didn’t know she had been staring at me while she sucked my cock her eyes flaring with determination. After a while I pulled my dick out of her mouth momentarily to her dismay, I grabbed her hip and positioned her onto all fours.
I didn’t wait for her to adjust as I buried myself into her gigantic big round ass driving my dick into her wet pussy, she shook with pain and pleasure as her generous ass cheeks trembled as it met my strokes. I grabbed her hips and pumped her wet pussy, pounding away with brute force.
Abimbola threw her ass back at me with equal force, and the waves from her ass continued to her lower back, testifying to the force we were generating. I let go of her hips and grabbed her breasts, which only increased my passionate thrusting. with Abimbola still on her hands and knees she requested that I go faster and harder. I obeyed her request; I grabbed her by the shoulders and fucked her as hard as I could with maximum leverage by being on my knees.
With a loud roar I rammed my cock deep into her as far as it could go, holding her tight and unleashing my load into her soaking wet pussy. Bimbola felt my throbbing and announced her own orgasm; it was her second that night, and it was wild and intense. My cock fell out of her wet plop and we lay down next to each other, weak and completely exhausted, we drank a little more and had more rounds of energetic sex that night before we both slept off.
The following morning as soon as i got to the office, I called Prof and told him I wanted to see him, Prof told me he was in his office but was preparing to leave for a meeting with the dean, but I convinced him to wait for me, that I wanted to see him about something urgent.
As I walked down the long passage to his office, a silent voice inside of me kept telling me to rethink what I was about to do and allow the situation slide, but then a strong resolute voice pushed me forward as I marched on to his office.
Just as he had said, I met Prof on his way out of his office. After exchanging dry pleasantries that were in no way from the heart, I looked straight into his eyes and told him I just wanted to let him know I spent the night at Ajuri guesthouse with Abimbola.
Prof almost collapsed; he staggered and immediately held on to the doorpost like my statement had pushed him from behind. I didn’t wait to see the rest of his reaction because I walked away without looking back.
After that day, I got a series of reports about me, and I knew who was behind them all. I was summoned to various panels by the institution’s disciplinary body, and a number of investigative committees were set up to investigate the allegations against me.
In the end, Prof had no concrete evidence to back up his allegations. No student came forth to testify, and all the charges were dropped, and the investigations were suspended. That was how my mentor became my number one enemy.
I allowed three solid months to pass before I launched my rebuttal attack on Prof. I would have allowed the situation slide; after all, it was a few months away from his retirement, and the faculty was planning a grand ceremony for him. But Prof went too far this time.
In a final blow to punish Abimbola, he failed her in his course, and since she was in her final year, it meant she automatically had an extra year to spend in the school. It was that wicked act of Prof that made me submit the mother of all petitions against him.
With enough strong evidence from both past and current students, I released the first phase of my petition against Prof. More students reached out to me with fresh evidence, while some even volunteered to testify against him. I was shocked. How come I didn’t know all these years that Prof was indeed the rot he always preached about?
I had been too busy worshipping him that I had failed to see that he was the real evil behind the system.
I had so much evidence that I ended up doing a video documentary about Prof with interviews from students….. The video went viral online. Prof was first suspended, and then just a month before his retirement, his appointment with the school was terminated.
Even the proposed ceremony was canceled, and all his over 40 years in the field went down the drain with a very bad end. The story even made headlines on some blogs and in local newspapers.
The poor man could not bear the shame and disgrace, he left the country immediately.
You see, I am not better than Prof, neither am I a saint, but at least I don’t go around giving the impression that I am holy when in the real sense I am not. I live in a glass house, and I am careful not to throw stones.
Written by D.N.D
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