SWEETNESS! Mr.Hyena Hooks Twin-less Sebei Babe, Feasts On Her with Horny Friends from Bush

Whoever coined the saying that one man’s meat is another man’s poison must have been a really clever guy. Way back when I was still in school, the head teacher enrolled some Sebei babes from Eastern Uganda to compete in the district Marathon on behalf of the school.

Anyway, back then, elongating twin towers was a must in our school, and in that respect I was the leader of the peeping crew that spied on the babes as they visited the bush.

My friends and I were always present to see who ‘pulled’ who and how long the twin towers became. When summoned, the Sebei babes adamantly refused to elongate theirs, even though the senior woman tried to force them. The babes protested and even threatened to burn the school.

One of them called Betty confessed that she had already cut hers. “Iam a better woman than you are. I will make my husband very proud and a happy man. Real men don’t like those ‘twin towers’ of yours,” Betty told the senior woman who vowed never to bother the Sebei babes anymore.

When this information got to my friends and I, they started pleading with me to shaft her. “Please shaft her. She likes you, we want to see how a twin-less Kandahar looks like. Please shaft her for us,” I was reluctant to do so until they promised to keep it a top secret, because shafting back then was a taboo.

I immediately wrote to Betty a love letter, borrowing words from Songs of Songs and other romance novels. The babe was so excited that she replied, accepting my offer of love and told me to prove this love by buying her sandals. I stole money from my father, escaped from school and bought her Bata Sandals. The most expensive at that time and gave them to my Sebei lover.

She was so happy that she lamented, “Hyena, from today onwards, I am all yours. You can do whatever you want with me.” I felt my whopper getting excited, and I knew that I was in for good things, ready to adventure how a twin-less Kandahar looked like.

We made arrangements to meet in a certain bush near the school after classes, and my friends were very ready waiting in the bush a distance away from where we were.

A few minutes after I had settled down in a strategic place, Betty arrived, smelling nice and looking as beautiful as a younger version of Santa. My whopper literally started humming with happiness.

As I started exploring her, she whispered,” Hyena, you are free to do anything you want, but please don’t shaft me with your whopper.”

I was very confused, wondering what she expected me to use. “But why not?” I asked her. “Because it’s a taboo to sleep with anyone before they pay your bride price,” she replied. I swore heaven and earth and even promised to pay her bride price during the holidays. I then pulled out a packet of biscuits and gave them to her.

She smiled and flashed me her teeth as if she was sun drying them. I positioned her properly infront of my friend’s view and this time she didn’t object. My heart was beating fast as I pulled away the knickers, only to find a manhole gasping back at me, covered with a massive Ituri forest.

In fact, it looked like a rat hole to me. Betty then covered her Kandahar with her palm, saying “Don’t look at it. You will go blind.” I unleashed what my papa passed on to me and started shafting her seriously.

She screamed all the words in the Sebei vocabulary. I started hearing funny noises from where my friends were hiding, and when I looked in their direction, they were all red eyed and some were even exploring themselves.

Afterwards, Betty declared that I was a husband material because I was the first man to shaft her. There are no words to ably describe Betty’s sweetness in details, but I tried my best when I went to compare notes with my friends later on.

“From what we saw and heard, we have decided to also taste her sweetness,” my friend Badru insisted.

I tried to convince them otherwise, but they were so determined that I gave in.

The next time I arranged to shaft Betty, we used the oldest trick of exchanging shirts as one by one of my friends shafted her. We all concluded that babes without twin towers like the Sebei were far sweeter than those who had.

Till next time, I remain Yours Truly, The Mighty Hyena.