I raped a woman in my senior six vacation and she loved it.
That year it had not rained for some time and it was total drought, so dad told me to go to Kyankwanzi and help him look after the cattle.
At first I thought he was joking. “Prepare your things, you will go tomorrow,” he said. “But dad this is my vacation and vacation is all about fun,” I replied. He then told me that I will have all the fun I needed in the village. But I wondered what fun, because the farm is near Kyankwanzi road and nothing ever happens in that part of the world.
Its cattle, wild animals and the NRA struggle stories, period. That night I did not sleep. We left Kampala on Friday evening at around 4:00pm, arrived in Kyankwanzi at around 9:00pm. The town was so boring and even the food they served was not supposed to be eaten by a young man like me who was in vacation.
The whole place was boring, so to keep myself busy, I would listen to my small radio and the day would end just like that. There was this woman who was a sister to my step mother, she had divorced with the husband and was now staying around with my step mother.
One thing about her was that she was a straight woman who would call a spade a spade.
So within a very short period of time, I became used to her. Though I had hated her at first, I later realized she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen.
So whenever I would see her, my whopper would bulge in my pants. I decided to propose to her but she turned down my request, claiming that she was my mother since her sister was married to my dad.
“My mother is a Munyoro and you are a Muhima,” I reminded her. “My Kandahar is too hot for kids like you,” she said. I then promised her that one day I would make her scream if she permitted me to.
One day, my step mother went to Hoima and did not come back that night, so we went to sleep but my whopper grew to a monster size hour by hour. I could not help it.
I then woke up to go and ease myself with hope that it would cool me down, but this situation worsened. I decided to go and attack this sexy woman (my step mother’s sister).
I remembered she had showed me her knickers and the image was still fresh in my mind. I got my torch and walked to her room and her door was open meaning she had also been waiting for me. “Babirye, Babirye,” I called her aloud. There was no response, so I knew she was dead asleep and good enough her two daughters were sleeping with their cousin in another room.
When I entered I realized she was half naked but I could not uncover her because I did not want to rape her. Her thighs were glittering and tempting. I thought of widening her legs but I knew she would wake up and scream and everybody would get up. I then remembered that guys at school used to say, that when you fail to rape a woman, that’s when she can say you did it but when you succeed, she never opens her mouth.
So I tried my luck by blowing air into her noise for about 10 minutes. She began acting as if she was dying by opening her legs widely.
My whole body was trembling, apart from the whopper, I then went straight to the point. She had two long twinnies but they were very dry so I reached for Vaseline, smeared it on my whopper.
I then entered straight but could not rest my chest on her because I had to avoid pressuring her.
I hoped that if she realized a lot of water in her Kandahar, she would mistake it with urine. I tried to push my whopper back inside but the force I was applying woke her up.
“Please don’t scream, its me Hyena,” I said. “What are you doing?” she asked. She tried to pull herself away but ‘wapi’ I couldn’t let her get off. “Get off me Hyena, I don’t love you,” she said. “Get off, I don’t love you, get off me now, she was screaming on top of her voice. She held my neck and pushed me away. To support myself, I wrapped my hands around her back and continued pumping. “So you have now decided to rape me?”she asked. “No I cannot, it is just that I love you so much,” I said.
The moment I said this, she started raining slaps on my face saying that she was going to report me to police. When she said this, I stopped pumping. “I am sorry if I have hurt you, I love you so much, that is why I couldn’t wait any longer,” I said. “Okay, then get off I beg you,” she said. “Oh ah Hyena get off and beg me properly,” she insisted.
“Ah it’s hurting,” she added. She was getting sweeter I couldn’t get off.
“Oh ah yiwe Hyena nakugirandugaho (you man, I have told you to get off me) she screamed but as she was saying all this, she was caressing my butt.
“Hyena I know you are looking for stories to tell your friends, get off and leave me alone, ah ayi,” she said. “I won’t tell it to anyone,” I promised. This time, the fighting had stopped and she was just running her hands over my butt and making caterpillar like movements. “I never expected all this from you Hyena, your gu-tail is killing me, please stop,” she pleaded.
“But you said that I had a ka thing,” I reacted. “I am really sorry darling I am so sorry,” she said. I tried kissing her but she pulled her lips away. I grabbed her head by force and kissed her lips. At first she resisted but opened up her legs shortly after that. I started pumping and within no time, I was lying dead tired on top of her. I asked her why she always treated me that way and she told me that she had no idea that I was so serious in bed.
I quickly started running my fingers over her thighs and my whopper became too hard.
I moved back on top of her and she hurriedly grabbed my organ and pushed it into hers. One, two, three and her el-nino started flowing out. She was moving her body vigorously and within six minutes she had gone around the bed. “I am fed up of that style,” she commanded. She grabbed my whopper and started rubbing it with her twinnies.
“This is what I want,” she said as she demonstrated the western jazz. I did more than she expected, swiftly swung it in all directions and in no time, tsunami was gushing out of her pot. She was screaming in Runyankore and the whole room was filled with the pyaka…..pyaka…pyaka sound from her pot. “Darling, we should do it while seated,” she suggested. She moved and leaned against the wall and ordered me to go between her legs. “Please take over,” she shouted helplessly. “Uuumm…ohhhh…ahh….ohh…ayi…uuumm……” was the only thing she could afford to say. She rested her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my ribs. “Let’s rest honey,” she begged.
But my whopper was still rock hard and there was no way I could just pull out. From that night, I became her only man. At first it was a secret between us but she later told her sister who started calling me muramu (in-law).
One day we decided to have sex in a small bush under a very big tree. We were on missionary position and after about five minutes, she started screaming, “Snake, snake,” I did not care because I thought she was having an orgasm.
The green snake lost control and fell on her chest. We jumped up and each one took a different direction running, leaving our clothes behind.
When I gained my consciousness, I went back to pick the clothes and look for my woman.
I found her about a mile away from where we were and she was dressed in only a blouse. When we got home, I was surprised to find her husband seated on the door way and he claimed that he had come to take her back to his home.
After sometime, my step mum called me and asked me whether a snake had interrupted any of our sex adventures in the bush. I was shocked and knew that definitely she was the one who had sent the snake to me.
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