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If you want to be a player especially if you live in a muzigo, try to shaft a screamer because women think that guys who make them scream are the best. The louder a woman screams the better the guy. During my stay in Kikoni I abstained from women partly because I had many problems and wanted to sort myself out. During this time, my female neighbors mistook me for a weak brother.
I ensured the little money I made bought a six by six Mazongoto and Johnson sofa set plus a fake carpet. My ka-room looked good, so I started my quest for happiness. I hit my neighborhood and surveyed the cuties. For a long time, I had admired some hima babe and so I pursued her. She was my first victim and her name was Mbabazi.
This babe had been teasing me for a long time and playing the hard to catch mouse. One Sunday morning, I bumped into her as she came from church. Clad in a thigh high round skirt, the juicy kapapala danced to a slow tempo teamed up with a strapless fitting blouse which hugged her thin waistline. I smiled at her as she approached me and adjusted my trousers while pocketing.
I sweet talked her with my best skills and she walked after me heading for my room. I requested her to prepare for us lunch which comprised of matooke mixed with groundnuts (katogo) at around 3pm. She was fast and in about forty five minutes, we ate our stomachs full.
In a soft toned voice, her skirt raised above the knees, she asked me about what men are fond of doing to their women. “Sweetheart Hyena, do you have an idea of what men always do to women?” she proceeded and pulled down her skirt as she lay on the Mazongoto. Goodness me, imagine a woman half naked on your bed asking you such a question. On hearing that, I jumped onto her bosom and employed a finger job as El Nino oozed out in all directions. “I love western jazz for it gets me on top of the world and I melt,” she whined.
She went on to scream on top of her voice. I sheathed my member as the cutie grabbed me tightly pulling me between her legs. “Wulala we” played nonstop from 3pm till late. Mbabazi went on to give me tips on how to play jazz. When I learnt the lesson properly she loudly praised me. “O dear, Onkozeko and I don’t wanna stop!” little did I know that my neighbors were listening in to us.
The males must have been asking their wives to play the same tunes for them. People, I had forgotten to tell you about my babe of the moment. She had a resemblance of Straka especially weight wise. Never the less, Mbabazi made my afternoon remarkable. After that steamy romp I thought I would rest and find out about more babes in the neighborhood.
No sooner had I started plotting on how to land the other hotties I had met before one of my neighbor’s mama still kept criss-crossing in front of my ka-room. I walked out to freshen up in the bath shelter. Feeling fresh and humming to myself, I found the very woman lying naked on my bed. “I want you to service me like you have just done to your babe.” I almost fainted on hearing this because I could not measure up the previous moment’s workload.
I picked up my packet of protection. I told her to turn around and I did it all with thorough technique. Hardly had I arrived than she screamed that she was done. The next day, I hunted for more. I bumped into a babe who happened to be a wife to one of the richies in the area.
She had the same desire like mama Sili, we made a U-turn to my kazigo but she had veiled her face for security purposes. After getting in the house, she threw off her clothes assuring me how she preferred doggie but had been starved for long. I obeyed but did it quickly for my heart skipped with fear of being nabbed.
After this hot one, I was banished from the area, ran to Busia doing my rounds. I landed on a Somali screamer, took her to my new kazigo along Custom Road played her senselessly that she kept on screaming praises. This Somali woman screamed with satisfaction. I swung everything on both sides of the border I won’t gossip much about her because she has qualities like my wife. Sophia spoke as if she was demon possessed.
When I got closer to her body, I instead saw shadows of people peeping from outside. We switched places and I went for western jazz, that’s when she switched on Grace’s Anfukula. “Ouch daddy ogifukude…. Come on” dirty talk was all that followed which electrified me and I continued working her hard. She pulled me to enter and she switched to Cindy’s Ayokyayokya, “Ohhh Hyena onsude eddalu.” Someone outside screamed “Koona Ssebo” meanwhile Sophia moaned “Oyokyayokya onsude eddalu.”
Our game started at 10pm and we finished around 4am. I got knackered with my member hurting badly though I wanted twenty more babes. I promised myself to go to Akamwesi hostel next time to surf two daughters of top guns.
I remain yours truly, The Mighty Hyena.
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