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EXPLICIT CONTENT: Do Not Read If You Are Holier Than Thou
These past few weeks have been crazy for me. First, I missed out on having sex on Valentine’s Day because the girl I was to shag said ananyesha. Then the following weekend, on Saturday, my neighbour caught me in bed with his daughter. Here’s how it happened.
There’s this chick I’ve been seeing once in a while in my hood. She’s called Kush. I bumped into her around two times in January when I was leaving my digz but nothing happened those times. We just exchanged cordial greetings. A week before Valentines, I saw her again and asked for her number. She gave it to me and I proceeded pump up the seduction via texts.
My hood is one of those quiet posh places where you rarely see people walking around, only cars. If you don’t act quickly on a crush, it might be months until you see her again.
I still consider myself lucky to have found a cool place to stay here yet I am still young and yet to enter the rich leagues. I am not far off though. I am coming hard and fast. Being a writer in such an environment has proven to be very conducive for me too. The tranquil surroundings help the mind form some of the best sentences ever written.
Anyway, things went smoothly between Kush and I. From her responses, I could tell she was feeling me. She told me she was a campus student and she loved staying indoors. Whenever she wasn’t in school, she spent most of her time reading novels or magazines at home or binge-watching girl flicks.
I hadn’t asked her for a date yet. I was thinking of inviting her over in the next dew days but then she did it first. On the morning of Saturday, 18th February, a text came through at around 10 am. I was still sleeping because Saturday is a day I find appropriate to compensate for all the few hours of sleep on weekdays.
“Uko around? My paroz wametoka. Si ukam tuchill,” Kush said.
I was skeptical at first but I thought, why not? I felt the overwhelming need to push my own boundaries. Maybe I would convince her to come back with me to my place for some morning coitus. I promised myself to not try and make a move at her home. My friend Jabali was once caught kissing a girl by the mother and she hit him with a pan in the head. Something similar happened to me too two years ago. I didn’t want to go through the same predicament again.
So I woke up and had a quick shower before heading to where Kush lived. I followed her directions via text and arrived five minutes later.
The welcome I got wasn’t the kind that I envisioned. Kush picked me at the gate and a soon as we got into the house,she began kissing me. These door kisses seem to favor me a lot. I tend get them with so many women. I wonder why.
I kinda thought Kush was the kind of girl that would prefer talking for like an hour before shagging. I was wrong. She was itching for di cocka. I guess this is what happens when you seduce a woman properly.
“I am horny……I want you. My lips on yours, slow and easy, then deeper. Harder. I want to lick your lips, taste them. Then, I want to feel the rest of you. I want every inch of that dick in me.”
Every inch?
She said all that with ease like it was a line she was reading from some novel in her collection. She spoke with an accent, her English fluid and mellow.
My muscles clenched, a tent setting itself up around my zippers, blood rushing south at the thought of me touching her—tasting her—there.
I was turned on but I still had my concerns
“Si paroz wako wanaeza kam anytime…….” I reminded her.
I didn’t know if I could allow myself to take what she was offering. The implications of the cost could well be more than I could bear.
“No…they can’t. Watarudi jioni,” she countered.
Despite her reassurance, a tremble of trepidation skated across my nerve endings as Kush began running her hands through my chest. There are times when my instincts are usually so strong. This was one of those situations. I was almost bringing up an alternative solution (going to my place), but then………
“By the way I didn’t tell you you tunahama on Monday.” she declared.
“Haiya…for real?” I queried as if I hadn’t heard that statement correctly.
“Yes….tunahamia Karen. So you might not be seeing me often anymore. In that case,you better grab this opportunity,” she confirmed.
Her naughty engines were rumbling. I was left with no option to succumb to her wishes,
I began caressing her. The heat of my body met the chill in hers before it sank to that core of lava-hot arousal simmering and growing inside her. A hard, involuntary breath pushed her breasts against my chest while I pulled her even closer with a hand at her hip. When she was flush against my body, the length of my erection imprinting itself against her lower stomach sent a wave of furious heat washing through her.
My touch became firmer, gripping the silk of her blouse and pulling it from the belted band of her skirt. Pressing my hand beneath the material, my palm stroked up her spine, sending a shiver raging across her flesh as pleasure flared from each point of contact.
My breathing was heavier now, my tone rougher, rasping as my head lowered, my lips brushing down her neck. Tilting her head to the side, Kush all but begged for more. Just that one careless caress against her neck was enough to send a spike of sensation racing through her nerve endings and peaking in her swollen clit and the clenched, saturated depths of her punani.
Each stroke of the cool feel of my tongue against her skin had her body tightening further. Pleasure and a violent need for more began to amass in her system.
“Nafeel poa,” she whispered. Poa? I hadn’t even began doing anything serious. The words tore from her as her fingers moved restlessly over my shoulders.
Lifting my head, I met her gaze with mine, the mystery in her eyes like dark stars on a midnight background.
Before she knew it, I swung her up into my arms.
“Gosh…kumbe uko na nguvu hivyo?” She said smiling. Surprise had her locking her arms around my neck.
“Nionyeshe penye bedroom yako iko,” I growled. “Nisipokupeleka bedroom sai, I’m going to end up fucking you on the sitting room floor.”
Kush gladly directed me. She was of medium size but a little heavy.I must say, by the time We were uptairs, I was sweating.
Reaching the bedroom, rather than placing her on the bed, I returned her to her feet next to it, one hand cupping her cheek as my head lowered, my lips taking hers once again. One hand slid around her hip to the curve of her rear.
I gripped the hem of her blouse and yanked it up. Lifting her arms, Kush forced back a whimper as the erotic intensity began to build, the heat charging nerve endings she hadn’t known her body possessed.
The blouse fluttered to the floor as my hand moved to the small button and zipper at the side of her skirt. Within seconds, it too slid to the floor, leaving her clad only in the lacy white bra, matching lace thong and nude stockings she’d worn beneath along with red, three-inch heels that she was wearing. I still wonder why she was wearing heels yet she wasn’t going anywhere. Maybe she just wanted to look hot for the sheriff.
“I love your legs…they are sexy,” I whispered as though tortured. I stripped my shirt, my gaze never leaving the sight of her.
As I jerked the shirt over my lean, well-muscled stomach, Kush’s hands went to the belt of my jeans, fumbling, shaking as she released it and pushed it aside from the metal tab. As the metal tab and zipper gave way beneath her fingers, she breathed out in shock at the heavy width and weight of the erection.
She rubbed against my thigh, grinding the swollen bud of her clit against the hard muscle. She wanted to cry with the pleasure of it tearing through her.
The blood seemed to be thundering through her body, pounding tortuously at her clit, her juices gathering along the folds of her pussy, sensitizing it further. Small, mewling little cries left her lips, her arms tightened around my neck, her fingers spearing into my hair.
Suddenly each touch, each hint of a spicy taste that stroked against her tongue was hotter, the sensation amplified and so strong it would have brought her to her knees if I hadn’t had one hand clamped to the curve of her rear to help her ride my leg.
Moving my hand from her cheek, it smoothed along her neck, her shoulder, between her breasts. Her bra loosened, the delicate lace cups separating before I pushed one back from her succulent breast. I cupped my palm around the under curve and lifted my lips from hers.
Tipping her head back, Kush forced her lashes open, staring up at me with dazed pleasure as my thumb raked over a nipple and my lips moved steadily closer to the rigid peak.
“Philip.” The whimper of my name from her tasty lips had me pausing.
It was only a pause. It only lasted long enough to find herself flat on her back across the bed, staring up at me in surprise. In one second flat I’d shed my jeans and moved over her. Bracing myself with one hand, I hooked the fingers of the other in the band of her thong. With a quick jerk, I ripped the delicate lace from her hips.
Her gasp of shock was followed by a tumultuous cry as in the next breath I had her thighs spread and my fingers raked through the swollen folds of her pussy, sliding around the tortured ache of her clit.
Kush cried out loud, Her hips lifted, grinding against my palm. Each fiery brush of my fingers against the over-sensitized bundle of nerves had her screaming breathlessly, her hips jerking, driving the overheated flesh harder . Stroking over the narrow opening to her vagina, my fingers paused, pressed, working two of fingertips past the fluttering flesh to the inner tissue beyond.
“Please.” a strangled cry of aroused fury left her lips when his hands clamped on her thighs, holding them open, holding her still.
“Damn……. I want you to fuck me. Oh God, please make me come, Philip.”
My eyes were now gleaming with a raging hunger. Hard hands caught her beneath her knees, bending them, pushing them back as I knelt before her.
To my surprise, she stretched her hand to somewhere underneath the mattress and pulled out a condom.
“Here…” she said.
I took it and wore it. Such a responsible lady,
Slowly, I began teasing her pussy with my Luhya manhood, She lifted her hips and glanced down at the dark width of the heavy erection tucking between the folds of her pussy.
Her gaze widened at the pulse of my cock against the entrance of her pussy.
Then I pressed forward.
The burn of the erotic stretch had her breath catching, because the pleasure of it was incredible. The inner tissue fluttered around the iron-hard flesh as she struggled to accept, to adjust to the invasion.
Sensitive tissue rippled along the head of my cock, caressed the stem then tightened again. Her legs wrapped around my hips, her short little nails pierced my back. And she was killing me.
“Oh God. Oh God, yes.” Kush felt delicious flames licking over her body.
The brush of my chest against her nipples as I lowered myself against her, the feel of my erection pounding inside her, creating a friction that sent sparks of never-ending sensation racing through every erogenous point of her body was destroying her.
Moving against me, her hips lifting, grinding into mine, feeling every inch of the heavy, thick spear penetrating her was like agony and ecstasy to her. Each stroke inside her seemed to tighten her further. Her vagina rippled in steady pulses over my Luhya manhood,
Her clit became more swollen, more sensitive with each stroke of my pelvis against it. Each hot spurt of fluid she felt seemed to sensitize her further. I was enjoying shagging her, hearing her moans, until I heard something else. Something hoarse and disturbing.
“Hellen…where are you?” a voice roared from downstairs.
“Huyo ni nani?” I asked, panicking.
“Gai,,,,,that’s my dad imagine. Nlidhani atarudi jioni. Vaa nguo haraka.” Kush said as she pushed me out of her vagina and struggled to locate her clothes.
“Ati? Na kwani unaitwa Hellen?” I trembled as I wore my jeans quickly, without even boxers – condom still on. I then jumped to pick my shirt from the floor.
“Yes…Kush ni nickname tu. Vaa haraka.” she said. She was panicking even more than I was. It didn’t look like there was an escape route. We were upstairs after all. My heart pounded rapidly, torturing my chest,
Seconds later, the door blasted open and a towering man walked through it.
“What is happening here? Wewe kijana…..unafanya nini hapa?” he roared.
Anger and shock was written all over his face. Kush or Hellen as her real name was, had decided to just cover herself up with sheets since she couldn’t locate her clothes in time.
“Dad…..I…”, she didn’t know what to say.
Her dad was now fuming. I realized I had seen him before, several times, driving across the estate. I never knew he was Kush/Hellen’s father.
Looking around the room, he saw an umbrella and picked it up. There were only two options here – fight or flight. But given how big the dad was, the ‘fight’ option didn’t seem viable. I grabbed my shoes and shirt and took off past him. Before I could get out of the door, he swung the umbrella towards me. I tried to duck but it landed firmly on my back.
Pain coursed through my skin but I didn’t look back. I rushed down the stairs like batman, the dad in hot pursuit. Seconds later, I was out of the main door and heading towards the gate.
“Shika huyo kijana” he shouted at the watchman who was sitting on a stool, lazying around. He was an old fella though and when he stood up to try and grab me, I knocked him over and began unlocking the gate, Lucky for me, there was no padlock on and I got out in time, my shoes and shirt firmly in my hands. I never managed to take my boxers. I had left them on the bed.
A soon as I got outside, I wore my shirt and shoes quickly then I continued running, To my relief, there were no people nearby to witness the drama. I couldn’t only see on person walking some miles away.
The dad and the watchman didn’t bother to follow me outside. They just peeped then locked the gate.
“Silly!!! Nugu!!!” I could here the dad cursing
That was a close call.
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