RAW HUMOUR! Babe leaves Mr.Hyena as stiff as Tata lorry gear lever just after one round
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My son had that habit of putting mirrors under girl’s skirts and peeping at their whatever while he was still at school. And then there was this girl who was my sister’s friend and I thought they were still kids’ kumbe!
One time we were watching a movie and a couple kissed, the kids burst out laughing! “Why did you laugh?” he is only blowing air into her mouth,” I told them. “No daddy, you are lying, he is kissing her!” one of the kids said. I died!
“Daddy you don’t know love because we have never seen you kissing mummy,” my daughter told me. “Eeeeeehhii, you tell them,” Sumaya said. “That’s for those stupid Bazungu,” I shot back. Anyway, those are our kids of today. Now, here is the real story. Two weeks ago, a student clad in a full school uniform, with socks pulled up, walked into my shop in Natete and I was beaten beyond words.
Her voice was so tempting. I could not help but stare at her. “Sir please do you have a tin of Johnson powder?” she said. “Hello….. Some powder please,” she said again. “Hiii….i can even give you more than powder,” I said as we both laughed at the joke. “I only need powder, that’s all. Mine got finished yesterday but I don’t have any money. I usually buy from here so I will bring your money. You can ask your sister if you don’t trust me,” she pleaded.
“You mean you know my sister?” I asked inquisitively. “Yes, I even know your wife,” she responded. She looked at me as if to see the reaction on my face. I gave her the powder and she smiled as she sat down to apply it. Ayayyaayya…..she had a killer smile! “Gwe gyewakulila tewaliyo basezi?” I teased her. “Why?” she asked. “Because they would have eaten that huge butt of yours and those nice fingers,” I shot back. She smiled exposing her white teeth again.
“Your boyfriend must be a lucky guy,” I continued saying. “So you mean I am prettier than your wife?” she asked. “Well, you are both beautiful but since they say that black is beauty; I would say that you are more beautiful. I can do anything to have you,” I said. She laughed as she said, “Please let me go to school. I am not even sure they will allow me in since I have only paid half the school fees.” That was the beginning of my road to her Kandahar.
“How much is your balance? I asked her. “60k but my father travelled,” she responded. I majestically walked to drawer and pulled out the 60k and handed it to her. She knelt down to thank me but I stopped her. “Please don’t, a hug will do,” I told her. She stood up and as she hugged me, I told her, “Wow, what a soft body you have got!” as I ran my hands all over her whole body. “What’s your name?” I asked her.
“Sharifa” she replied. “Ohhh… it’s such a beautiful name. Now Shari, what would it take me to make you my girl?” I asked her. “Nothing,” she said. Meanwhile my hands were busy feeling her bu bums. “How long would it take you to think about it?” I asked. “I don’t know,” she said. I noticed she was very scared. “Would you scream if I kissed you right now?” I asked her.
“I don’t know,” she said. “You don’t seem to know anything! What do you know?” I asked her. “Why are you asking me so many questions?” she asked shying away. My chest was now trembling and her bums were bigger like that for some married women that I know. My lips searched for hers and I kissed them with no objection.
I snaked my hands under her skirts and when I felt the smoothness of her pot, I knew I wouldn’t let her go just like that! I pulled her G-string apart and sent my middle finger right inside her honey pot. She pulled a stool, sat on it and opened her legs wider. “Hurry, I will be late for school and I will find the gate already closed,” she said. When I pulled out my whopper to enter her, she screamed. “Nedda, sigenda kukuwa ko. At least not on the first date!” (Iam not having sex with you on the first date) she said. “But was this a date in the first place?” I asked her.
“Just help me and pull out that man, he is suffocating,” I said. She obliged, pulled it out and started rubbing it on her covered Kandahar. “Shari please, you are killing me softly, please let me in,” I said. “Nze tontekamu ogusolo gwo!” (Don’t put that big whopper of yours inside me) she said. “I won’t, I won’t my girl,” I said. Before I could finish saying it, Mr. Whopper had already found his way inside her!
“Katino munange tonsperminga mu,” she said. Meaning, I should not cum inside her. She had frowned her face like she was going to get an injection! She started letting out a funny “ohhh….ohhh” like those big women usually let out in the wee hours of the morning. When they don’t want the kids to hear.
I felt my sperms running through my head to the ‘tube of life’ and I immediately pulled out. I poured on her thighs and she cleaned it off with her hankie. My whopper was still stiff and it worried her! “How come your thing hasn’t calmed down?” she asked “One round is not enough for me and I am just preparing for second round,” I said.
As we started romancing again, she complained that she felt like going to the toilet. But now, how does someone leave you in such a state mbu she is going to the toilet! I persisted for some minutes until when she couldn’t hold it. I gave her the key to my toilet door and she moved out. I couldn’t wait for her to come back! 10 minutes, 20, 30, uhhhmm….what could have happened to her? I wondered.
When I dressed up to go and check on her, I noticed she had placed the key on the counter. I had lost it, she was nowhere to be seen.
Up to today, that’s the last time I saw her. I hope she gets back to me; yours truly never wants to leave unfinished business!
Till then, I remain yours truly, the mighty Hyena.
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