I WANT A KID NOW...Mr.Hyena lands on a super glue maama!

Rebecca had become too much of a devil for me, I just couldn’t handle her ways anymore so I had to break up with her. She had become a hooker one of these lockdown days and she had even started smoking weed! The group sex thing was okay as long as I was the only man present around all kinds of Kandahars.

Last Friday morning, she called me crying that her Kandahar needed servicing after a 2 hour nonstop bonking! Sometimes Rebecca can be so horny I just feel like giving up on her. So she calls and tells me that she is going to do some unusual thing to me but no matter what, I should never tell anybody that she is doing it because she loves me so much.

I went rushing to her house because I was very inquisitive. When I reached, I found her lying half naked on the sofa and she was so happy to see me. Immediately, she put my whopper in her ‘star hole’ and it wasn’t her 1^st time. All this time she has been telling me of how her star hole itches like the real Kandahar but I had always refused to give it a try. So she was ready to show me what she means. And by the way I don’t regret anything because the thing was so tight and sweet, actually sweeter than all the honey pots I have ever shafted put together.

Now I know why men marry fellow men though its one passport to hell. It took me over 10 minutes in that a**. I have never felt so much sweetness in my life. After that act, I passed by Christ the King, where I found other two people kneeling outside and praying and I also knelt down and prayed for God’s forgiveness.

As I drove back to town, Nabatanzi calls me that she wanted to keep her fried company as she (Nabatanzi) does some bonking with my man Lwanga. I had been telling her to get me one of her friends, so this was my lucky day. Off to Kasubi I drove. I found when Nabatanzi was going to buy a few drinks from the nearby shop and was coming back in a few minutes. So she introduced me to some fat tall woman named Agnes who happens to speak about 40 languages and knows each village in Congo.

Agnes is a business woman and has been importing goods from Congo for the past 30 years. And if you don’t believe that we originated from Apes, just give me a call and I take you to this woman’s place. We talked and I must say Nabatanzi really helped me a lot to adjust to the appearance of this woman.

By the time she and Lwanga started their bonking in the bedroom, I was busy smooching Agnes in the sitting room. I had already downed three and she was now looking so beautiful. I made her stand, removed her Gomesi and Bikoyi undressing her totally. Her boobs were bigger than Watermelons despite her size.

She was a small sized woman with small legs like the apes from which she came. Anyway, I made her sit, spread her legs, dipped my tongue into her honey pot and used it to separate the clits. If you have taken time to look between the clits, there is a small hole that enables women’s orgasm.

I licked it several times as the ‘main hole’ discharged milk like liquid. I busied myself with the clits as more and more milky stuff slowly came out of her. I licked the whole thing fine-fine. When I looked at her face, tears were flowing out of the eyes. She wore over 20 rolls of butiti mixed with gold and silver chains. When I put two of my fingers inside her Kandahar, she raised her waist up and let out a loud ‘aaahhh!’”

She could have been Cumming though it was like an epileptic attack. My mouth still in her Kandahar, we ended up on the carpet. She looked puzzled and weak. I spread her legs, stood up, stripped, and pulled her big boobs from her arm pits back to her chest. The cobra was still hard and hungry for her. After rolling on the rubber, I lay next to her, threw her left leg over my right one entering her slowly until the whole thing was in the slippery big pot.

This meant trouble; a big and slippery pot is the hardest thing a man can land on. I pumped her in the angle several times then moved on top, missionary style, went around the thing but I felt I was losing my erection so I pulled out started jazzing it. “Pyaka pyaka,” the Kandahar sounded like a chip thramping its chest.

She was groaning like a pig. You know she speaks like the ex-Mayor. In a way, her legs were around me, and my hands supported me from behind. I jacked my a**off the carpet, went forth and back but the thing was so big and tasteless. So I borrowed the Ankole style; hitting it fast and hard so as not to lose the erection. Wama gwe! Things were smooth for the next 30 minutes. She screamed as much as she could I wondered what had happened to her!

After a short rest, she suggests we go to her place, that’s in Naguru. We jumped into her Subaru and along the way, I thought of fingering her. And you know my thoughts come with action. My fingers found a way into her Kandahar so swiftly and she complained, “Can’t you see I am driving?” “Go on with your driving as I do my own massaging,” I said as I fingered he deeply.

I run my middle finger on that ka thing that feels like a chicken heart. As we neared Jinja Road Police Station, I jumped and gave her a very wet kiss and as we approached Lugogo, she stepped the breaks at once, she must have been Cumming. She was shaking like a wet duck so I had to drive. She looked sick but I blame everything on age-she has over 7 children aged 9-10. I felt a little sorry for her. Once in the bedroom, I had to show her why I go to the gym. I pinned her on the wall, shagged the hell out of her and she came a thousand times in less than 7 minutes. Then turned her, snaked her on the bed, the whopper speared through her shapeless bums deep into the honey pot.

Agnes opened her mouth wide, “ehuuuuu….” She sighed. I was squatting with her entangled between my legs that if I sat, my butt would be on her thighs. She put her hand in her pot and fingered her outer part so hard that she started letting out a terrible smell uncontrollably. She apologized over and over as I went on. I left her place at around 6:30am thinking it was a one night thing. Now the woman is filing for equal rights over my wife Sumaya.

She is claiming mbu she wants to me give me ‘ekyapa’ in form of a kid like Abdu Mulasi once said in one of his songs. I pray that she meets some other sex king to sweep her off her feet.

Till then, I remain yours truly, the Mighty Hyena.