THE BROODER

EPISODE 15

THE BROODER

15.

***ASHLEY***

It has been a blissful week for me. Saga was visiting everyday. He has been transferred here since there's no use of him in other factory.

Every night, he sneaks in to my room that I share alone and we chat and catch up all night. The thing is,we mostly talk about Sun. We avoid talking about the outside world. I don't want to miss what I can't have.

So tonight I am waiting for him to come. His being here has brought some ray of sunlight in my life. I am warming up to him.

Another thing I look forward to, is when he brings me foods and provisions. Now, I have excess of provisions and stuffs. I share with other three brooders and we're all fine.

The nurse still gives me my usual provisions and stuffs like doctor Kashmir instructed her to.

I hear a gentle tap on the door, I already know it's Saga. I feel anxious whenever he's coming.

Saga: Hi momma!

He comes in and gives me a hug.

" Hi papa!" I give in to the hug. He always smell nice and I like that about him. We prolong the hug for a while with unsaid emotions. I will blame mine on hormones. My c******s was trembling yearning for a man's touch. It's been Ten years without a D. He's my first and my last.

After he left, none of the guards tried anything with me. They all avoided me like plague. I have seen the usual r***s everyday in the factory but no one ever initiated anything with me. I don't know the reason but I like it that way.

He pull away taking me in his hands as we sit like lovers. I don't know what is happening to me. I just need him inside of me. I miss my first pregnancy days where we were like horny rabbits. We had intercourse everywhere and anytime I want. I'll blame it on the hormones too.

The other brooders were always getting laid. Amara had a guard sweetheart too. She approached him first. They were always at it with Amara making loud moans all over the factory. She didn't care and it never bothered her. Her guard sweetheart was switched last year. I think he caught feelings and his colleagues tell on him.

A lot of s****l affairs happen in the factory. Some were lesbians, like Ruthie and Ashati. I saw them twice in the room with Ashati's tongue on Ruthie's v****a. It wasn't a pleasant sight, two pregnant women getting on it. Ruthie has that look of a man, with a low cut hair and her boyishly clothes. The only thing that makes her feminine, is the pregnancy bump. Ashati has an unkept long dreads. It is black and long. It will have looked better if she had professional hair grooming but She's everything feminine.

Here at the factory, you can either braid and weave or cut your hair. Cornrows are the popular ones often done by some Brooders who had past experience. I have never had an hair cut since I came to the factory. It's either natural braids or cornrows. We have Brooders who know a thing about hair weaving. My dear Mamacita is a pro at hair.

In our room, Bahle and Amina were the hair stylist. Amina enjoys making our hair. I tried to learn but I didn't fully focus. I could only sew and knit clothes. We have sewing kits in the factory and luckily for me, Amara knows how to use the sewing machine.

Amara taught me how to use the sewing kits and I enjoy doing it. If I happen to see a tear in your clothes, I'll pull it off you and mend it. It was pleasurable to me till three years ago when the machine got spoilt and nothing was done about it. I started mending clothes with needles and thread but now, there are no provisions for such too. We just wear our torn clothes with no care.

Some of the Brooders have no underwears at all. We all share everything in the factory except underwears. There is a special occasion every year when new clothes and materials are given to us but this year has been fruitless. No amenities are being provided at all.

Every year, we do have a photo shoot where we will be dressed like models with a magnifying makeover. We do look forward to such days where we look good and are forced to smile at the camera. We tell ourselves that they upload our photos online to make our families believe we are doing fine and shouldn't worry about us.

I am resting on his shoulders looking at sun's pictures through his phone. They always make me warm. There's my favourite one, he's smiling with his missing teeths at the river bank. The picture was taken by his grandmother, I can see her old hands in the picture. My Sun has his toothless smile and two fingers pointed out.

Saga: He has your nose. Look at how pointed they are. My family's signature nose is wide enough to accommodate your entire clan. I am glad he got your nose.

"Your nose is not that bad!" He sure has a big nose but it does suit him.

Saga: oh please don't flatter me, I grew up being taunted about these nose. So I know they're bad and I like that our son didn't inherit it.

I am grateful to you for sharing your beautiful traits with me... You are beautiful... You have a perfect set of teeth and... sparkly eyes and... a small pointy nose and... this lips, the lips of a true African queen.

I have very dark lips. It is curved as a pout.

He has me looking at him as he traced all my face parts with his fingers till he paused at my lips. His finger circles my lips for a few seconds Then ,His finger parts my lips. I feel his hot breath in my face as he brings his lips closer to mine.

I close my eyes welcoming his kisses. It was slow and steady. His tongue exploring all features of my mouth. I could hear myself moan into his mouth in desire for more.

His two hands holds my neck for life till I felt a hand in my boobs. He caresses my breasts gently still in my dress while we kissed. My insides were hot , wet, soaked and trembling with desire.

I wasn't wearing a bra. I don't wear any at bedtime so, my boobs were free to be held.

I don't know how many hands he owns cause I could feel his hands all over my body. I quiver when I feel his fingers in my V through my panties. He fondles my panties while tracing my V line till he moved the panties to the side and inserted a finger.

The finger gently moves in and out of my V till I feel a pause. He stops kissing me and pulls my panties down leaving me still in the gown. The dress was raised high as his hot breaths makes me tremble. He gently removes my panties and he paused for a second.

His finger locates my opening again and cicles the entrance till he inserts it again. This made me very wet and horny. I need his D deep in my inner thighs as soon as yesterday.

My waist is moving on it's own matching the speed of his finger. I can't control my moans. I could see his face staring at my entrance. His phone flashlight is on and I can see him clearly. His face has the look of child salivating over a candy. I feel his hot breath close to my entrance then his tongue. His tongue digs deeper into my thigh as I moan and moan and moan. He will lap, suck,lick and dig deeper all over and over again. I can't take it anymore. I just can't control it anymore

I can feel it coming...