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EXPLICIT CONTENT: Do Not Read If You Are Holier Than Thou
Remember the letter that I wrote to my high school sweetheart? Well, she read it, she was impressed, she came through and we fucked. I am writing this just after she has left. She came over today (Thursday 17th August), at round 2 pm and left at 8 pm after cooking for me.
I remember gazing at her pussy lips just inches from my cock, close enough so that I could see through the tufts of her dark-tinged bush and observe the changes in color of her labia—from dark brown at the edges to that lighter, pinkier hue they take on when excitement causes them to part all on their own. It was intoxicating, like the aroma of sycamore trees in full bloom or that tingle you get when you walk into a warm, high-end restaurant and a delicate sweet-and-sour piquancy finds its way to your nose and makes your eyes water.’
About the bush; it looked lovely. I wondered why she hadn’t shaved but luckily, she was first to explain it.
“Nlisoma ile tale yako na Dela. You said you like a bush. So I thought I shouldn’t shave.”
Me? She must have misunderstood me.
“Haha…nlisema a vagina with short, well-trimmed pubic hair is better than a completely kipara one.”
“Ooh….sikuelewa poa. I hope haumind lakini?” she said with a wink.
“Simind…..your punani looks great…just like I remember it.”
Seeing Milcah’s pussy again evoked great memories. It was delicate, in the shape of a small upside-down Y. It glowed in the bright bedroom room light. It chilled elegantly between her legs, like an exquisite centerpiece on a banquet tray.
The first time I saw Milcah’s pussy, we were in high school. It happened during one of the holidays when both our schools had taken a break after tuition. She had come all the way to our house to study with me. That day, we went through a set book called ‘Coming To Birth’ by Marjorie Oludhe Macgoye in my bedroom. She wanted me to explain a few things to her since I was the Literature guru and she loved sciences more. We analyzed different aspects of the main characters Martin Were and Paulina Akelo. I am not sure either of us concentrated much. When we were tired we began kissing and cuddling, oblivious of the fact that my mother was in the kitchen cooking. We kissed as if we had been told kissing had an expiring date. We kissed until I felt I was part of her mouth, part of her body, and she was all inside of me.
Milcah then took off her clothes and stepped right over me, naked except for her brassiere, and provided me with a direct shot of her furry cleft. Up until then, I’d only heard about these things. When I was a kid, my mother had once referred to a woman’s special tank in relation to some neighbor who was pregnant. So for a long time in my childhood years, I naturally thought that females possessed something with a lid which they regularly flipped open to have children.
What I saw on Milcah was decidedly much different, something considerably more alive, forbidden, mysterious—something I wanted to touch. I wanted to know what those puffy banks of hair felt like and where that thin, dark crevice disappeared to between her legs.Of course by the time she showed me, I was grown enough to know that women had vaginas and wombs, not tanks and lids, but I had never seen one live and so close before.
Unfortunately, we didn’t have sex that day. My mother came to bang on the door to tell us that lunch was ready. After eating, Milcah had to go back home. Due to school commitments, many months would pass before we actually got to have sex.
Now fate had brought us together again…….. Here we were, after all those years.
When she came over, she didn’t waste any time shedding her clothes for me and jumping on the bed. She was full of excitement, like a little girl around her loving daddy. She lay there, in the middle of the bed, ready for me as I was ready for her.
Milcah had flesh in all the right places. I felt like I was looking up at the Venus of Willendorf. She was shorter than me, but her legs seemed to go on forever. Her tiny, pointed breasts seemed to be somewhere in the stratosphere. They sported enormous nipples, burgundy cylinders, ebony pegs an inch long, hard as clay.
Taking in a big gulp of air and holding it, as if even breathing would destroy the sanctity of the moment, I unbuckled and unzipped in one smooth motion. I let my jeans fall to the floor, and without even bothering to step out of them, I took a condom and grabbed my stiff dick. The rubber rolled on as if it were meant to be there all along, a missing body part that now finally made me complete. As I pushed the tight circle of rubber all the way to the base of my dick, I felt the blood being forced to the tip. I could feel it pulsating as my heart almost beat out of my chest. I could even hear my blood pumping in my ears. I couldn’t believe how much bigger the the sight of her naked body made my erection. Veins suddenly appeared and swelled like thick vines wrapping around a post. It was like looking at my dick through a magnifying glass
As I descended on her, she invited me to touch her everywhere, methodic as a surveyor, covering every square inch. Her scent covered me like infield dust. She licked her lips, prompting a spike in desire inside my veins. She smelled both familiar and alien, enough for me to feel that I knew the scent, but different enough to drive home the surrealness of the moment.
I caressed her greedily, almost wanting to touch everything at once. The feel of my hands on her sensitive skin sent little sparks of excitement down to her already wet pussy.
I kneaded the pert flesh of her buttocks as if it belonged to me, working my fingers over the entire skin that covered it. When I was done, I trailed one finger directly between her legs, lightly stroking her vagina from clit to perineum. I gave her a compliment about her lovely thighs and she blushed. When she brought her palms to her face to cover her eyes, I caught her wrists and pulled her arms away. I then kept exploring her with my fingers. Soon, she was dying to have me inside her. She lay on her back and opened her legs wide once again.
“Nakuhitaji ndani yangu Phil,” she said with a slight coastal accent that she had developed from all the years she had lived in Mombasa, before she came back to Nairobi to work.
Hearing her speak Swahili was a bit strange. In all our correspondence ever since we reconnected, she normally preferred to speak Sheng or English since she considered herself more Nairobian than Coasterian. I guess extreme desire had triggered the lush Swahili. I looked up into her sexy, lust-hazed eyes and slowly nodded,
I had seen how big her ass had grown over the years and that’s what I wanted to look at as I shagged her. With force, I flipped her over on her fours and spread her legs. Inch, inch, inch—my Luhya manhood went into her cunt, her original moans and cries back again with full rutting volume. She panted and shook as her vagina swallowed my cock. Her tight hole stretched impossibly wide, accommodating my monstrous girth.
Bare and perfect, her ass was full and round. I spanked. Hard. So hard it made her asshole open up like an umbrella. I then started shagging her with the kind of hunger I had never felt in my body. She welcomed the zeal, telling me to keep the doses coming. I was giving her a marvelous fuck and she was loving it. It takes a lot of skill to drive something this big. Too many well hung men think all they have to do is the old in-out. But I am not most men. I was is teasing her, stroking all points of the compass, doing everything inside her.
I kept on plunging into her with staccato fury. My determined thigh muscles slapped against her thighs and soft matakos, making good counterpoint with the rhythmic moans that ripped from her throat every time I plunged into her bowels.
I kept my groans as low as I could, but I couldn’t help myself saying, ‘You are too delicious” I punctuated my compliment with a particularly savage thrust that all but shoved her face against the pillows. A stream of grunts and profanities issued from her as she took my Luhya manhood deep into her again and again, needing more and more. “Ungh! Fuck! Shit. Bang Me….Give me that sweet Luhya cock. Soooo good!,,,Hivyo!! Uuuuh!!”
I don’t know about you, but I’m a sucker for female dirty talk in the bedroom. I don’t know how the commencement of those little naughty half-sentences didn’t have me immediately shooting my load up inside that hot, velvety pussy of hers. Only someone up above can answer that. But I held off.
As with every other woman I shag, the sweetness I gave Milcah made her lose touch with reality. All there was was the fire in her cunt from my mighty cock fucking her hard and deep. She became only dimly aware of the bed shaking violently. There was only her need, her aching cunt, and my pistoning penis.
My hands cupped her bum cheeks – God I was really touching the skin of my high school lover’s fine arse . My legs bucked and I pushed further inside her. My cock was gloved by her punani. It felt wonderful, like every sense in my body had migrated to that bouncing flesh.
Milcah’s moans grew louder and longer, with her words getting more strained and crude with each calculated thrust that I made. All of a sudden she curled her toes, lifted her derrière as high as she could and let out the most primal scream I had ever heard. It was a scream that was torn from deep within. She exploded with liquid. Her orgasm was so hard that it had the force to push me out of her punani.
The pleasure almost broke her into pieces. Contractions ripped through her entire body, causing glorious butt to quiver. I fucked her through her orgasm, gripping her ass tightly, spreading her buttocks apart.
My own explosion followed right thereafter.
My body twitched, heat surging from my feet and skull to join at the crotch and erupt. With a rapid-fire of cum. I groaned loudly as I shot out more and more, thick gobs of sperm that filled the tip of the rubber. Pooled sweat like celebration champagne swirled down my side.
Forget the ‘Coming To Birth’ set book we loved reading in high school. This time we were ”Cumming’ To Birth”…..cumming so hard and feeling like new people that had just been reborn. We felt like babies, with nothing to stress us at all in this world.
Exhausted, deflated, Milcah collapsed with her butt onto the bed. She sat there for some time with her legs still wide open, panting, tits going up and down, up and down, beads of sweat raining from softening nipples. A glob of liquid glistened where it had trickled down from her well used passage.
I just melted back into the mattress with a contented sigh, enjoying Milcah’s naked sight as she ruffled her hair.
When she had recovered enough, when she no longer saw a kaleidoscope of lights in front of her eyes, she kissed me gently. A string of her saliva looped between her lips and my mouth like a trapeze wire. Surprisingly, she began sobbing. I asked her why she was crying and she said it was all the years of disappointment in bed that were finally released. She had finally been shagged properly after a very long time. Once again, I was proud. I held her in my arms and comforted. We spent the next few hours doing a ‘fuck-rest-talk’ routine until it was time for her leave. She made sure to cook nice meal for me before I escorted her to the stage.
“Najua this was just meant to be a one time thing but usilenge call yangu nikikupigia sawa?” she said.
“Siezi lenga,” I told her as I watched her walk away and get into a matatu….
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