Baganda’s got goliath beans.
We were now in my other bedroom. I had surrendered my own bedroom to Oti and Maggie.
She was nude 100perecent. This kid was flawless. The lips of her pussy cat were elongated. Like they had wings. She confessed in their culture women’s pussy cat lips are massaged/ pinched with some herb to make them longer and wing -like.Their new shape enabled them to kiss the tip of a gun.
She was lying nude facing up,I was running my tongue from her neck,through her breasts down her stomach. My hand was massaging her goliath bean that was the size of a Chinese gun. It resembled a dic.it was dripping wet.
Her cat’s lips were almost one inch long. She was moaning in English.most of my chews always moaned in kinyeri,kikusumu or Swa etc.
Then she came on top of me. Began suckling my teats. My legs where spread. She ran her lips down to my gun …she took my gun in her mouth. I half screamed .Baganda’s are good.She was sucking like she was mining my fluid. She would go deep,a times shallow,in circles,horizon
tally,vertically. …I was living the American dream.
Then she picked the CDs from the table and insulated the dic_my past chews never did me that favour.
I was adjusting myself to stand when she pushed me back. She got on top and directed the gun into her cat_ slowly,like she wanted me to appreciate the functions of her man-made lips. The lips hugged my tip before I got in. It was like i was going two floors up_where 1st is the lips V and the real thing the second V. I made a decision to one day pull my Hens lips to that length.
She was riding me,slowly at first.All her strokes were deep ,taking in the entire length. The the reverse strokes were equally complete,as in, I would be out the entire length till the glan was touching the lips. Then back in, two floors.
She was tightening her V-muscles as she was pulling out… it felt like she was milking me. This was easily the world’s best screw since the formation of heaven and earth.This was the woman my grandfather had wished I married.She was made of wife material metre kumi na tano.
Then the speed increased. 15strokes per second,20s/'s, 40s/'s. …100s/'s. The muscle tightening didn’t change with the speed. She was riding me like a horny horse . Her moans made Maggie’s look like a joke.
We ’ cummed ’ and fell side by side. We were out for like 5minutes.Then she stood ,removed my latex,cleaned my gun and jumped back to bed. …I told you banganda’s were trained well.
Maggie screams went silent shortly after.
“What do you know about karachaberi” I asked her.
“Do you want to give it a try?” She challenged.
"Why not? " I said. She was 100perecent inebriated. I was high like a kite.
I staggered out of the bedroom to visit the toilet.Then the devil advised me to take atleast a tot before going for karachabeli. The bottle was still in the sitting room. I guess I took like 3 tots in 15 minutes or so.
I then went back to my bedroom. She was half a sleep. I began kissing her ,she woke up and joined in .we kissed for a while then I began touching her cat. The clit
was much smaller. I almost enquired but chose to ignore. Her hair was slightly longer or so I imagined. She was very wet and I was extra ready. She handed me the condoms _I wondered why she was not doing the honour. It was not the right time to complain.
I was in, deep.it was doggy style. Her booty were bigger and the grip not as tight. I guess it was because she was too wet from the 1st bang. Her screams were In Swahili. …I dint know till then that she could speak Swa. I was supporting her ass with my two hands will banging like my life depended on it…The room was totally dark.
" Should we all take whiskey?" I challenged them. Maggie gave me her vote. I ordered 1litre Black. It was going to be along weekend.
Part 2:
Even hyena’s pray. I did a silent prayer. Don’t ask me who receives our prayers.it is certainly not the God of isaac ,meshack and abednego.
" May Miriam (with an i) have the waist power of Jamaicans and possibly be from the company that manufactured the ‘waist power’ of the daughter of that mother who danced the Jamaican song ‘bedroom bully’(The daughter of that woman can really shake dem, like she wants them dis-engaged from her body )…May her pussy grip be from China ,dear receiver" i prayed.
Chinese have the best P grip in the open market .Some say it’s their genes while others allege ,perhaps falsely,that it’s bcoz most of their men have dics that are slightly smaller than a smokie.When you are hit by a smokie ,you cannot get injuries similar to a head-on collisions with a Ship in the league of Titanic.Ama namna gani?
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We had drained the litre .The girls were tipsy. We ordered another litre. Johnny was doing the walking. We were all madly in love. Medic was occasionally kissing his chew. I was holding Miriam very closely like we were together when Noah was building the ark but lost touch after the crazy floods and had just reunited.
We left my local a few minutes past midnight (from what I later heard from Njolo,the local proprietor).
The venue was my place. It was a stone throw away. Those days My mainhen had just divorced me.well, she was never officially ‘mainhened’.She lived at my place ‘semi-permanently’ before she caught me with my two hands and legs deep inside a cookie jar.She rejected my pleas for mercy and forgiveness. I guess it was coz it wasn’t the first time I was being caught pants down. I did miss her for a while. Then I moved on.Yvonne was a sweet kid, if only dic respected good!
I was staying solo. No lady had claimed my house .
We were doing a third bottle. It was a 750ml. It was a half empty by the time we left. I had tagged it(bottle) along.
We got to my place…Miriam was all over me. The kisses were flowing, the hugs were in plenty,the touching was happening.i was living the life my grandfather had wished on me. Life was good men!
I slid my hands into the satanic V. Men! men !men!Baganda’s own goliath beans. Next time your girl tells you that you own a smokie ,remind her she own owns a tu-bean. Then the lips of her honey jar were …
Wachene nikule. Campaign sio mchezo. This nominations will kill us.
Mtu akuje apeane .afunzo what’s going on in the above semi-hekaya, sijaelewa anything, ni kama horror movie
Why do i feel lazy reading this?
Looks like C & P
Thanks.
Ata kama ni holiday you have spared me the agony.
It surely is! Rem the hekaya
WHEN YOU CHEW THE WRONG HOLE
It was one of those boring weekends. I had just purchased the latest episode of the series 24 and was settling down to check it out when my phone beeped. It was my boy Medic Oti. He had just arrived at my local.
I joined him 15 minutes later. He had reminded me to carry my wallet coz he had just run into some ,unbudgeted for ,guests. I knew he had short changed me before I even left the house. Oti always took the prettiest of potential chews. His choice was Maggie (with an E), the extra kid was miriam (with an i, not mariam).Maggie was in her late 20’s to early 30s.She was the ’ browniest’ of the two. Medic has an appetite for the yelowyellows.
He had not short-changed me this time,he had chosen colour over beauty.
Miriam was chocolate.She half- knelt to salute me , a weird occurrence in a bar.She was Ugandan. Her English was smooth like the Ugandan she was.
It happened she was meeting Medic for the first time. Maggie had met Medic two weekends earlier and had seemingly planned a chew on this particular day or so ,Medic thought. She disorganised Oti when she surfaced with Miriam. Medic had called me in to sort the mess she had caused by tagging along mirian (with an i).My role was clearly cut,I was to separate them(For those who are slow_get Miriam as far away as possible from this couple).
I did not feel like fising on this particular day.it was those weekends that you just want to play indoors and catch up with those boring weekend prorammes .I had reluctantly joined Medic to assist, with intentions of dissapearing as soon as that task was accomplished.When I discovered she was ugandan, I had a change of heart.I had never chewed a ugandan. Then I had been told lots of stories about karachaberi(some sexual escapade common in Ug).
Miriam Was easy,she was open like a book and generous with stories like a poet. I must confess that she was a cute kid. Her booty was manufactured in kisumu, her tongue in great Britain,her boobs were curved somewhere in nyeri town ,her waist was either done in Ethiopia or very far away from kiambu,her height in Rwanda. It is only the assembling that was done in kampala. She was a cocktail of beauty.Mirian was the kind of gal that the young fisis in this ‘our’ industry swallow without latex_ just to get a feel of the real thing!.
" Should we all take whiskey?" I challenged them. Maggie gave me her vote. I ordered 1litre Black. It was going to be along weekend.
You are certainly not fooling me…
What was the point? Nyinyi watoto, what do you think condoms are for?
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Bukusu shephart :D:D:D
100 strokes per second??? meffi wewe
Ah… This ugandan chick fairy tales… The big clit, squarting… Getting old…