WARNING
EXPLICIT CONTENT: Do Not Read Near Your Mama
The following events took place on Thursday, 6th October 2016.
“Unataka kuishika?”, Anyango teases as I lie in bed with her.
“Obvious!!”, I say smiling.
“Haya shika basi”, she says as she smiles and turns over to face the other side. Damn Anyango. She is equipped with a smile so deadly, it can make Binyavanga Wainaina contemplate getting some pussy just to find out if maybe he made bad life decisions the first time around. The perfect smile definitely emanates from her juicy lips and sparkling teeth. She has perfect dick sucking lips, capable of inflicting immense pleasure on any man she places them on.
I press her right butt cheek a little, appreciating how super soft it is. It is the kind of ass that when you squeeze it, your fingers seem to disappear inside of its flesh. In truth, every woman’s ass has its own distinctive texture, and flavor – an internal DNA code that is locked safely away in her flesh and inside the deep pool of her honey nectar sweetness. Only the talent of an especially persuasive hands, with magical depth perception and width expansion, can elicit the whispers that will make her reveal all of her secrets to you in torrents of orgasmic pleasure.
It’s still early in the morning and we are both in bed naked despite the fact that I am supposed to go to work. We have just finished the first round of sex and I am feeling relieved.
We all have that reliable chick that shows up when all other plans have failed to materialize. For me, Anyango is one of those chicks. And she has a gift for instinctively understanding my desires. She knows how to serve that pussy to me in a way that always leaves me feeling like I have fucked and made love to four or five chicks at the same time.
On the previous night, I had hoped to bang a fine babe called Claire whom I had met at a birthday party in Nyayo Estate last weekend but she didn’t show up. This was despite the fact that she said she was coming. When I called her, she didn’t pick my calls and the situation left me a little stressed. It all happens to us sometimes. Flaking hurts no matter how experienced you are. But the best way to handle it is to not get angry. Never show a girl that you are mad at her for not coming over. If you play it easy, she’ll still come through some day. Maybe she was just too nervous. But if you go all fury mode while demanding explanations, chances are that you will never hit that pussy. However, if you have no intention of ever seeing her again, feel free to give her a piece of your mind.
After the ‘no show’, I stayed up late chatting some girls and trying to see who I would convince to come through the next day. That’s when I remembered Anyango. She’s a fourth year chick at KU who I’ve fucked a couple of times. I first ponyokad with her back in 2014 when I was a senior at the institution and she was a fresher. Actually I broke her virginity, on her first day in campus. She had come to report all the way from Kisumu and found that the bed sitter room she had booked in Kahahwa Wendani had been given to someone else by one of those asshole agents. Confused and not knowing what to do, she just stopped me one of the KU pavements and asked me if I knew a place where there were vacant houses. She didn’t have any friends yet. Me being me (a certified hyena), I invited her to crash at my place in the meantime as she looked for another house over the next few days. She agreed and that very night the sheriff broke her virginity. It just started with simple touching then things happened. But that’s a story for another day.
It’s been months since we last fucked. We last fucked in February to be exact but sex with her is always special. When she agreed to come over, I thought she would show up at around 10 am going forwards. I was even planning to postpone my day’s activities, but she showed up at 6:30 am. Wow, I guess she had been super horny too coz when I opened the door, we didn’t even talk much.
Kisses of heat greeted me the moment she got into my house. Her lips tasted of hunger, and I had exactly what she needed to feed her desire. She helped me out of my jacket, t-shirt, and unzipped my jeans to reveal my already erect cock sniffing for some action. There would be no time for small talk. As Cassanova once said said, “Why talk when you can just make love?”
Her body was aching with anticipation of having me swollen inside of all her orifices. Her body needed to be nourished by my sweet western region dick. Her mind needed caressing by my poetic words. Despite the cold morning, she was wearing a short hugging skirt. She knows how much I love her legs – those thick, magnificently curved Luo legs.
In no time, we had dragged each other through the sitting room, corridor and into my bedroom. Actually, she gripped my erect manhood to lead me into my own bedroom after which I threw her to the bed and pumped her like a bull. We both came hard after the first round and so here we are now – lying in bed, cuddling, talking and enjoying each other’s company.
Her ass always kills me. It’s so huge. I have no idea how she manages to carry it. The strength of a woman is indeed full of complexities.
As I feel the tenderness of her derriere, I feel myself getting hard again. I am still eager to take away the frustrations of the previous night so I wanna fuck Anyango until she can’t take it anymore. I take my fingers to her pussy and she is still wet. Perfect. I reach to the drawer of my bedroom work table nearby and grab another CD. I tear the pack open and wear it before coming back to her and making her bend over.
Even before I enter her, my senses are alive with her scent; the taste of her saliva is still warm on my tongue. My fingers ache to touch the softness of her sweet flesh, so I can hear the passion of her moans seducing my ears and waking up my deepest arousal. With her, my five senses of passion become eroticized and my entire being feels like a ball of fire ready to explode deep inside of her.
Her shaved pussy looks really cute, and her excitement glistens on her short pubic hair like dewdrops on early morning grass. All I wanna do is introduce it to my penis so they can be lifelong friends. She places her head firmly on the pillow and lifts up her ass higher to me. I lift my arm before descending it towards her ass with a large spank.
“UuuuuuuH….” .she yells out loud but before her screams subside, I shove my Luhya manhood into her pussy. It’s as tight as a rubber band on a bunch of notes. It grabs my cock like it owns it. Like it’s saying “You are never going anywhere you Luhya manhood.”
I push my dick inside her vagina as deep as possible, and then slowly pull it back out, driving Anyango’s backside crazy for more. Her ass trembles in response
She wants me so goddamned badly right now that her body hurts with it. I spank her again before driving my erection further inside again.
“Ahh … fuck, fuck.” She moans with her barby girl accent as she pushes her weight back into my cock and buries me even further inside her punani. When she was a first year, she didn’t have an accent, but now she sounds like British Prime Minister Teressa May. It’s amazing what campus does to girls.
She isn’t the kind of girl to just sit back and enjoy the moment. She is always pro-active in bed. She starts helping herself by pumping her hips back and sliding her channel along my embedded cock.
“Tamu.”, she screams.
At this point my brain cannot process anything as more important or relevant than her. I grab each ass cheek with different arms before looking down and watching my cock push into her tight hole. My senses are overloaded by the strawberry scent of her perfume and the heat of her skin, the feel of her soft buttocks rubbing rubbing against me. I am filled with her, blissfully possessed in every way. Pleasure is building in force, pounding through me, pooling in my core. Not just from the physical pleasure but from the psychological aspect too.
Anyango’s pussy is giving me feelings I can’t explain. She possesses that kind of pussy that has the ability to fuck with a man’s brain and make him believe in things that under normal circumstances he wouldn’t give a flying fuck about. It tastes like yoghurt and cake. Every thrust lights up the fire in my balls even more. Indeed, all pussies aren’t the same. They might go by the same name, but I am a pussy connoisseur and I understand the delicate intricacies of treating each pussy like a pussy queen. When a girl feels special, when her pussy feels a unique dick and sweet penetrations; she’s more open to trying new things to please you and along the way discover secrets about herself she didn’t know existed.
I stretch her thighs further apart and her honey comes dripping from her punani and onto the bed. I now increase my tempo. For twenty minutes, I don’t stop.
“There…there….right there.” She keeps yelling.
It isn’t long before her pussy lets out a fart before she adds, “I’m cumming Phil….i’m cumming”
Another fart again and she shudders as if she’s having an epileptic fit. Like clockwork, like the sun rising every morning or the roosters crowing outside, Etemesi must make a woman cum…every time.
Her cream overflows and drips out. The extra lubrication causes globs of sperms to erupt from my balls like lava from a Phillipines volcano. I cum hard and bend over to hold her breasts, pressing her nipples gently. All of my muscles lose the capacity to function. In that moment, she is my Goddess and vaginal canal the sanctuary from all the ills of the world.
Minutes later, we both collapse on the bed and fall into deep sleep.
Fabbo
at 3:49 pm
I actually thought you were going to talk about shagging Adelle Anyang’o. She’s one tiny-assed chick I wouldn’t mind throwing in the sack.