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EXPLICIT CONTENT: Do not read if you are holier than thou.
Note: This story is linked to the one I recently about ‘How I Learned To Get Punani’. If you missed it, read it HERE
I remember standing at the stage for 45 minutes waiting for Faith to alight. Damn, I was so eager to break my dry spell. I hadn’t considered waiting for her to arrive first before I went to pick her. I was just standing there, hoping she was going to get out of the next matatu that would stop.
I had already borrowed Jijo’s keja. There was no way I was going to take her to our home. I had considered a lodging but I didn’t have enough money. Jijo (actual name George…but the hated being called George) was one of my estate friends. He started at some college in town. Getting him to lend me his place for a few hours hadn’t been easy. But I am not the kind of guy that gives up.I pestered him until he agreed, albeit with conditions.
“Narudi by 6 jioni so mkue ukue umemaliza by hiyo time. Alafu usichafue sheets.’
I didn’t like the way he talked but I understood him. I was on holiday and my parents were onlygoing to give me money to rent a new keja at the start of the next semester.
So I took the keys from Jijo, cleaned his house bought some chipo and samosas then chilled. The moment Faith told me she had a took a mat from town and was on her way, I rushed to the stage to wait for her.
My cock danced in my jeans the moment she alighted. I felt a visceral excitement, a fizzy tonic bubbling through my average muscles. Liquid lust – that’s what she sent travelling through my veins. She was yummy. My erotic imagination soared into overdrive. I could visualize how we would look naked, her with those sexy legs pressed wrapped around mine so there was no space between us.
When she hugged me, my skin flamed as she dragged her soft fingers over my back, pressing softly, an electric jolt sweeping through me each time. We then started our 5 minute walk towards Jijo’s keja. She was jovial and was looking forward to our sex as much I was. When we arrived we sat on a couch next to a table and ate the chips. I took the opportunity to put one arm over her shoulder. I then began feeding her chips. Before she could get three mouthfuls, my lips dashed towards hers.
I gave me no time to mentally wax poetic about my chest, instead jerking her up and making her stand as I kept on kissing her. It was a bedsitter so it would be easy to take her to the bed. My hands lifted her dress and traveled all the way up to her thighs to grab her panties. I pulled them down and watched them kick her off with her feet.
She then slipped the straps off her shoulders, still holding my gaze, and let them drop so the dress slowly slid down her naked body and pooled at her feet.. Her whole body unfurled in a subtle recognition of me. She hadn’t been wearing a bra but it was understandable. Her titties were tiny but her ass and hips were perfect.
My hard gaze studied everything from the tip of her toes still in the strappy sandals to the curve of her hips, the lift of her breasts, the shape of her arms, the slope of her shoulders, the riotous tumble of her hair, her defiant eyes. She was perfect to look at.
She turned, climbed into his bed, Maasai Market sandals and all and positioned herself with one leg bent under, and the other bracing her body as she spread her legs.
My penis elongated still more. I was rock hard and ready. Well, the longer the better, the thicker, the more — of everything. I wanted to sink in her.
I lifted my legs up so he could pull my boxers down along with my jeans. They got stuck on my sneakers, causing a delay in our mutual nakedness.
“Condom……I hope uko nayo, ” she sought confirmation.
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a foil packet with one hand as I yanked my sneaker off with the other. Using my teeth, I tore open the foil and rolled a CD over my cock
She ran her tongue over her lips, waiting, keeping her eyes on mine. She could outwait eternity if it took that long for me to come into bed.
But there was no way I was going to take forever. I crept on to the bed.
Holding her thighs apart with my hands, I finally broke eye contact and lowered my mouth to her inner thigh. My tongue traced the sensitive skin at the top of her thigh. Everything I did was full of explicit promise and her insides reached melting point in two seconds flat. Faith needed me inside me, right then, but I wasn’t seem in a hurry to oblige. Instead I proceeded to torture her with pleasure. I explored every single part of her with my tongue except that one place that was desperate the most.
“Waaaa…niko so horny. Ingiza dick….nifuck please,” she begged.
But I didn’t. It was delicious, watching her strain against her own desire.
My tongue trailed maddeningly close to that part of her and she tried to shift her hips but my hands clamped tight on her thighs, holding her trapped and still so that she was totally at my mercy. I guess all the Kamasutra videos I had watched really helped me a lot
“Please — please…beby” It was more of a moan than coherent speech but I wanted to give her sweet torture first. I was amazingly calm and skillful for a guy who hadn’t been having much sex.
My fingers parted her pussy lips and my tongue dipped inside me, scooping her juices with unerring accuracy and wicked eroticism until she was almost sobbing with the sheer overload of pleasure. My tongue swirled around her core then lapped at her with a pace that made her eyes roll backwards. She was so close, so close, her hunger for me wild and out of control, but I held me on the edge of it, refusing to give her what she needed, at least for a moment..
Finally, I withdrew my tongue from her pussy. I grasped her legs and pulled her toward me, the gesture so abrupt that she fell flat on her back, her body canted against mine, her legs braced on my chest, before she could even comprehended what I was doing.
I knew exactly what I wanted. I positioned her at the precise angle for maximum depth. Wiithout another word, I thrust myself hard between her legs and planted myself deep inside her.
Faith levered herself up to enable maximum penetration. My hips undulated to reach deeper.
“Si uko wet vipoa!!.” I said. The impassive face. The rampaging craving to sexually consume, suppressed and expressed all at the same time.
I had never felt such a hunger to possess someone. I wanted to rut deep enough, far enough, tight enough to satisfy her.Her body tightened around mine and I groaned deep in my throat, an earthy, primal sound that told gave away exactly how I was feeling. She stared at me direct in the eyes as she moaned. That connection was every bit as intimate as the merging of our bodies. I pulled her closer, until she felt as if my Luhya manhood was the one thing connecting her to anything, to me, and the center of her world.
And then I withdrew and thrust deep again and after that, control ceased to exist for either of us. I filled her, poked her walls, dominated her, until her mind took a sabbatical. My breath washed across my face, causing goose bumps to rise. Each of my thrusts sent her closer and closer to ecstasy.
I didn’t want this to stop.I kept ramming myself into her furiously. I drove into her. Hard, slick, hot thrusts, purposeful, deep, dark, pounding; she heard the sounds at the back of throat, jolting, convulsing . She surprised me at how first she squirted. Her body couldn’t contain it.
Her liquid boiled up and gushed out. Some it shot to my stomach, most of it poured on the bed. But I wasn’t worried or disgusted, I was excited. This was the first time I had seen a woman squirt. I wanted to bathe in it. I wanted to rub it all over her body. This was no party trick to titillate and excite. This was a real, palpable need, something that felt all consuming and inexorable.
This wasn’t my bed but I didn’t care either. I would wash the sheets before I left.
Faith buried her head against my shoulder with a touch of shame.
“Usijali…tutaosha sheets” I told her. I wanted to continue fucking her
I inched my penis tighter and deeper and thrust my finger into her from underneath so that she was trapped front and rear. I don’t know what made me do that but she liked it. She didn’t know which pleasure point made her swoon more. She never wanted to move; she wanted to stay joined like this forever.
Her body stretched, bound as if she were in restraints, at the mercy of my indomitable sex, andmy questing fingers. She shivered with delight. In the dark, every sensation seemed amplified. She turned her head to the side trying to hold back the flood of near unendurable pleasure that was rioting through her.
I was as hot as a blowtorch, blasting, aggressive as I thrust into her, and alternately bit her lips gently then kissed her deeply. I surged into her again and again, adjusting the angle until the whole of her was flooded with intense white heat. I kept my mouth on hers, explored it with ruthless control. I could feel the change in her, feel the ravenous hunger that made our kiss a little rougher, a little harder, and I didn’t mind, because I felt the same way.
I was so aroused, so sensitized, the pleasure close to agonizing. My neck was damp with sweat, my whole body trembling with every deliberate thrust. I had already held back for several minutes and I knew I wasn’t going to last any longer. The first ripple of my cum drew a groan from deep in my throat. I came in a blinding leg-trembling rush. I let my brain shut down cell by cell as the glorious feeling of ejaculation took control. My whole body jerked as my release hit home, my erection pulsing inside of her. I felt her tighten around me and then my loss of control became hers and I erupted in a forceful climax, holding her tightly as I buried myself deep. It was deep, nothing like anything we’d shared before.
She went molten in my hands, another stream of squirt suddenly, explosively shooting up in colourless flame and then pouring out like lava, thick and incandescent moving like molasses through her veins. She must have had a lot of fluid in her body that girl
The last bit of her squirt came out thick and slow, seeping down between her legs, and knotting tightly at her center to trigger a hard rocketing grenade of pleasure. The sweetness crashed through her body, her internal muscles squeezing tight.
The floods in her punani caused another volume of cum to shoot out of my dick, hard and forcefully, still my tongue deep in her mouth, my cock deep her body. I was planted in her like a thick tree, watching her face. I didn’t think I was capable of moving. I felt wrung out, shattered and a bit stunned.
I stared down at her and all her perfection, trying to look cool about the whole thing, but I felt as if I’d suffered a direct hit from a meteorite. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. This was heaven.
Our bodies, slick with squirt and raw carnal need, felt bonded. All of her lipstick was gone from her lips. We wanted nothing more except to stay coupled with each other’s bodies for — for as long as possible.
“Damn…that was real sex. Ulikua wapi hizi siku zote?” Faith said with a smile.
Those words warmed my heart. They lit a fire in me. That was the moment I knew I was going to be a bedroom legend.
About Philip Etemesi
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