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EXPLICIT CONTENT: Do Not Read If You Are Holier Than Thou
Laura’s right leg is on the floor. It is long, bare and smooth, creating a compelling visual distraction from everything else in the room. As for her left leg, I am holding it against the sofa’s headrest. This means her pussy-lips are splendidly parted, ready for penetration.
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I am glad she’s here on this fine afternoon of Saturday, 4th, November. I had wanted to shag her during on the week of the repeat elections but she had hesitated to come, fearing that violence might break out. I cannot fault her for that. Every single, sexually active Kenyan guy can admit that getting a girl to come over during that election period was tough. I had still tried with Laura though because 25th and 26th were going to be holidays and I had no plans. It didn’t work out so I waited.
On the evening of Friday, November 3rd, she texted me, asking me what I’ll be doing on Saturday afternoon. I had other plans but pussy is way mightier than some plans. I cancelled and informed her I’ll be free.
Laura lives in Roysambu. I met her at a residential flat when I went to see a pal of mine a few weeks back. I was climbing the stairs to my friend’s house on the sixth floor and bumped into her while she was coming down. I stopped her, talked to her for a few minutes and asked for her number. She gave it to me. Of course, she had to. I was looking good and smelling nice. There was no way she could have resisted me.
After days of waiting and seducing her via texts, here we are….finally. The licence to fornicate had been granted.
I lift Laura’s skirt further up just to make sure it doesn’t interfere. She has only taken off her shoes and panties thus far. Everything else is intact. I think I like her that way so I wont undress her any further. There’s always a delightful feeling to fucking a chick with her clothes on. Personally, I’ve taken off everything. I like being a bare beast when I am blessing a girl with my Luhya manhood.
I kiss her once more. I flick my tongue over her mouth but she captures it between her sugared lips. The red lipstick that she had on is now gone. Most of it has transferred to my own lips due to the endless munjuing we have engaged in since she walked through the door.
The intense sweetness of her her saliva fills my mouth. My eyes flick open. I suck on her tongue as I watch her linger on the feeling. She opens her eyes wide too and the eroticism of staring into each other’s faces as our tongues wrestle is breathtaking. I notice the flush in her cheeks, the vague smear of anticipation and lusty rush of arousal in her eye. My God, she has beautiful eyes.
My cock is hard and already wrapped, waiting to sink into her wet little hole. I can feel the heat deep in my core, that unsatiated ache that’s been steadily building since she called me earlier and told me she was on her way. I am dying to go all the way in. And going all the way in is what I do. I move in to her punani like a woman moving into her boyfriend’s house in a come-we-stay arrangement. Her labia pulses eagerly around my Luhya manhood like a carnivorous little flower greedily sucking the life out of me. Our connection is liquid and instinctive. We create our own kind of pornography and it’s neither soft or gentle. It’s hard. We fuck like two lovebirds who are about to be locked away in two different correctional facilities and this is the only chance we have.
“Give me your right hand,” I demand, and she does. I press the length of my body against hers as I take her hand in mine. As surprise rises swiftly in her, I bring her hand to my mouth, kiss it and begin licking her
fingers. I take two fingers inside my mouth, close my lips around them, and slowly withdraw them, lightly sucking, savoring the lingering taste. She stares at me with eyes that seem to say ‘you are crazy.’
We have so much stored heat between us that we are wrapped in a mist of our own making. I mumble something about her being so hot into her throat and she slides her soft palms down my developing packs.
My plan is to torture Laura with pleasure and teases. That’s always been my modus operandi. When she moves in tandem with me, matching my thrusts with her powerful thighs, eager to intensify my pleasure, I stop altogether and proceed at a crawl. I enter so slowly that she can feel every muscle, every ripple and contour of my dick, and then, once firmly inside, I gradually retreat again, leaving her engorged and dripping. Before she can understand what’s going on, I go back in and gradually increase my thrusts, and she, craving the full force of my cock slamming into her, puts her hands around it and guides it deeper inside, feeling it strain against her vaginal walls. My thrusts stop again. She goes non compos mentis.
Her lips have been too tasty thus far that I find myself being drawn back to them. Our tongues collide in a frenzy of spit and flesh, madly probing and searching. I don’t just settle for the tongue and lips alone. I kiss her from her earlobe to her throat and then drag my teeth along her windpipe to her clavicle. We become entangled in eager hands, moist lips and graceful, tongues tangling and probing, pushing and exploring, and her scratching her soft cheek against my rough one. Her pelvis rises up, legs akimbo, begging me to enter me again.
I push myself into her, so deep I can hear the audible gurgle of saliva in her throat. Now my pelvis is against her clit and we’re enmeshed, entangled in raw lust as she bucks up against me, active from below. I proceed to give her lightning quick strokes that make her release her first real scream. So far, I’ve noticed that she’s the type that likes to remain quiet during sex but this time she lets out a shriek.
“Uwwuuuurrrrrr”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders and for some three seconds, she looks like she’s in some form of epilepsy. I slow down just to make sure I haven’t hurt her or anything.
“Are you okay,”I table an inquiry.
She can barely choke out the word that makes the blood run wild in her veins. “Yes…niko poa... Harder…”
“Yeah, you want me to fuck you harder?” I taunt. “You want to feel this cock right up into your throat, don’t you…”
“Yes beby…Let’s fornicate. Give it all to me. This pussy is all yours..” she sobs.
Such two dirty humans we are. I push her more firmly against the pillows, gripping both her wrists and pinning them above her head so that she can’t break free.
After ten more minutes of proper strokes, she gushes and I take this as an opportunity to flip her over on the couch in a doggy position. She’s soaking wet and gasping as my hands grip her thighs. I push them back, bending her to my will. Her knees are placed firmly on the cushions, her arms and head leaning on the headrest as I now stand on the floor and prepare to serve her from behind.
I grab my penis by its length and use the bulb of its head to rub against Laura’s vagina. As I run it along her vulva, I hold back. She stiffens each time it brushes her clitoris. Every time I feel her shudder, my resolve quickens. I would love to tease her a bit more but I have to be in her. I have to feel my hipbones straining against the toned muscles of her buttocks. I drive my dick back inside her without giving her a chance to catch her breath.
She welcomes me by squeezing my cock inside of her. As we find our cadence, her breathing grows raspy. Fifteen non-stop minutes follow. I fold my arms around her waist, drawing her arched back into my stomach. She pants and turns to look at me in disbelief at the powerful strokes going into her cunt. She sees that my face is one of concentration and proceeds to smile like a gutsy pagan. She flexes all at once and then begins to change the tempo, coming back to meet my thrust with such determined force that I have to step back to brace myself. I figure, at this point, a location transition would be nice.
“Let’s go the bedroom..” I tell her.
“Sawa“,she responds enthusiastically.
I take Laura to the bedroom and after brief missionary on the bed, I decide to finally take off her skirt. I lift her and place her on my work table, the table where most of these tales are penned. I cannot write tales in the office or in an outside location you know. I have to write them from the comfort of my house.
I place her butt firmly near the edge of the table. Her tight hole is now gaping wide, inviting, and I push my Luhya manhood inside her in one sudden deep stroke. The heat of my coital assault spreads deliciously as I fuck her fast, holding nothing back.
I devour her like a caged animal that was promised sirloin steak. I pipe her out until she rocks against me like a boat on a rough ocean, waves lapping and pushing against my firm dick’s head. Things fall off the table, one after the other but we don’t care.
I softly stroke her cheek but she clasps my hands in hers, and then firmly presses them to the table surface as she twists and writhes, shaking my cock inside of her. The juice from her pussy drizzles out and some of it spills to my thighs. Every nerve in both our bodies centers between our legs in sparkling points of electricity. My hand moves to cup her cheeks, squeezing on either side of her mouth, forcing it to open. She looks up at me in a filthy haze of desire
When she can no longer bear not to come, she moves my Luhya manhood inside her quicker and deeper, the smooth head inflaming her vagina. I buck my pelvis into hers, my cock glistening with her juice, sliding in and out, the explosion of her orgasm gaining intensity with every slam. She feels the ‘D’ saying hello to every nerve in her walls, and she feels as if her vagina is about to fall off.
She orgasms with a tremendous shudder, her fingers which have now shifted to my back are tearing at the flesh there, as she screams and pants with pleasure and release. She clings to me, not wanting to let go. She seems to ride the wave with me, keeping rhythm, her fingers strangling the base of my neck slightly. She tugs on it hard, forcing my neck to tilt to the side so that she can murmur filthy words of appreciation into my ear. Finally, her head lies on my heaving chest, which is matted by perspiration and kisses. I haven’t cum yet and it doesn’t look like I am going to do so anytime soon.
I am tired of standing so I take her to the bed. There, we lie beside each other and talk for a while, just getting to know each other more. It’s something we haven’t really done quite well.
After thirty minutes, horniness engulfs me once more and I begin massaging her.
I lift up her top but don’t take it off completely. I begin to massage her shoulders and back. “I like your smooth skin,” I tell her, but she is only half-listening, enchanted by my hands on her shoulders and now, lightly caressing the length of her back with a finger.
From the bottom of her neck, my finger trails down her spine until it reaches its base, then meanders a lazy path back up to her neck and down again, each trail cutting deeply.
My hands then move to her ass-cheeks, fondling them nicely. Their texture is startling. Touching the skin there heats up my blood. Looking at the wavy motions my hands create drives me insane. A decision is made within my mind to cut short the massage and send General Dickson back to Pussyria, I push my dick back into her as she lies flat on her tummy. She lets out a loud yelp when, unexpectedly, I insert the first several inches of my penis with a slow, deft push.
I shake my penis back and forth inside of her, and she slowly inches backward and forward, taking in more ofthe thick member with each pelvic grind and wriggle.
She heaves beneath me defiantly though, challenging my total control and still inspiring me to own her. She is feeling the effect of every inch of my Luhya manhood. The delivery is not in question. She is loving the way I am wrecking her and I am loving the way she is coming apart for me. She lets out another occasional scream. Her cries echo loudly in the bedroom along with the sharp slapping sounds of my hips against her ass
My drive for release continues unabated, like a steam train into an endless tunnel. I have now gone for over an hour without cumming and I am badly in need for release. I pump into her in a frog-swim manner, feeling my balls press tight into her ass. I maintain the motion and It’s not long before I send one last deep thrust into Laura’s slick and swollen cunt before my body stiffens and I reach my own climax, filling the CD with my seed.
Breathing heavily, I settle over her, bodies pressed together and still entwined as we rest. We breath in tandem in a fog of mutual satisfaction.
We relax and feel our genitals gradually lose their heat, receding back into our bodies to their quiet, dry, everyday
place between our respective legs.
“Damn….I want to be having that dick forever.” Laura confesses.
“Sure?” I respond with a smile.
“Definitely…..that was sweet.”
” You’ll get it again, don’t worry, ” I assure her as I kiss her on the forehead.
