Mr.Hyena’s Whopper jams inside a nun’s Kandahar

Those who have been following my sex-capades can recall when I stormed a convent and confused nuns that thought I had carried a bottle in my pants.

This is the story that followed. You know these nuns get a lot of privileges like the VIP’s so sister Lucia had come back from her holiday in Rome.

She is one of my good friends. Prior to her flight back home, Lucia called me telling me that I should be at the airport by 6am. She then added that she was to land aboard Ethiopian airways.

Guys, I was at the airport by 4am. Upon seeing this woman of God, I welcomed her with a two-minute hug after which we drove off to a hideout in Bunamwaya. While in the car, Lucia’s behavior changed.

We started kissing as she drank the spirits she had come with. On reaching the hideout, Sister Lucia sent for a bottle of V&A. Half way through the bottle; she proposed that we should go up the room. “I am going to show you how naughty I can be,” she declared.

Sister Lucia must have had a lot of sexual fantasy. Thanks to the Church laws that prohibit nuns from bonking. While in the room, she went for a bath and I offered to bathe her.

I have never seen a Mabira like Lucia’s. It was very thick like an impenetrable forest. I asked why she hadn’t shaved it for so long and she told me that she was saving it for me! Can you imagine?

I badly wanted to bonk her in the bathroom but I played it cool. After the shower, she pulled out a Gillette shaver from her hand bag and eagle-spread herself on the bed saying, “Shave off and leave me bare like a baby’s.”

I got down and cut off all the mohair as I salivated. Part of my mind was telling me to buffet on the hairy Kandahar but I managed to keep going until I completed the “job”.

Since she didn’t have an after-shave, I decided to use my saliva, dipping my mouth in the holy Kandahar. “Ohhh….what took you so long to do it?” the holy woman ecstatically asked. Her reaction tempted me to start off. I buffeted and buffeted on her Kandahar as she made angelic sounds.

By this time my whopper began demanding for its share. I condomised it before getting between her legs where I slowly by slowly pushed it into her tight Kandahar.

In a second, Sister Lucia started moaning like she was dying the next minute and this made me increase my jazzing tempo. Lucia moved her body like a break dancer and confessed how she had been having dreams of us sleeping together.

I asked her what she was doing in place of sex while abroad. “I masturbate,” she whispered. “No more, no more babe because I am here now,” I said.

In the thirteenth minute as my magma erupted, her Kandahar was also discharging lots of el-nino. She then pulled the whopper out of her Kandahar, rolled off the CD and cleaned it with a towel.

She then poured V&A on it and took it into her mouth for a buffet. I responded by making a beastly sound saying, “Ohhhhh woman you are sweeter than heavenly angels.” No babe has ever buffeted on my whopper the way this woman of God did. I can assure you that she was very good at what she was doing. I closed my eyes and saw heavenly light shining onto us as the Virgin Mary smiled down making the NRM thumbs sign.

In no minute, the whopper saluted in the nun’s mouth and I responded by availing her with a CD and told her to dress it. She then opted for the cow-girl style saying, “Let me show you that I am also a sex-star.” She horsed me pressingly and overly twisted her waist like a Lingala dancer as her boobs swung.

Sweat oozed out of her body like she was in a Sauna and her body was trembling like she was the mother of all earthquakes.

We had a double orgy.

We then got talking of how we both missed each other. Of course, I first thanked her for letting me access the pin code to her Kandahar. During the conversation, I begged her to put on her uniform so that we could have another round that I referred to as Holy.

With my help she put on her uniform and I immediately turned her for the doggy style as I jazzed her several times. Out of the blue, I began feeling something locking me inside. I couldn’t but wappi, “Stop playing,” Sister Lucia said thinking I was fooling around.

The whopper then began hurting me like hell as it continued growing in size. “Maybe God is punishing us,” I said. With my whopper stuck In Lucia’s Kandahar, I moved to where my phone was and called Dr. Simon came to my rescue.

On hearing my cry for help the chap laughed his lungs out before telling me that he was out of town. He then asked if it was someone famous. “A nun,” I replied. “A nun….you Hyena bonking a nun? If it’s true I am going to kill you. Let me come to where you are,” Dr.Simon said.

I then directed him to the hideout and in about twenty minutes he had already reached. The guy’s two brothers are priests while his only sister is a nun. People imagine the trouble we went through to open the door for him.

We were like dogs. On seeing the Holy woman, Simon collapsed onto the ground in disbelief after which he made us swear never to do it again.

Thereafter he injected us with an injection that cools muscles hence getting my whopper out of the Godly Kandahar.

Till then, I Remain Yours Truly, The Mighty Hyena.

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