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Recently, I drilled out honey and milk from a Muhima-angel-like babe called Harriet. For quite some time, this babe had been on my case demanding for the goods but my heart was telling me not to shaft her. I didn’t want to shaft because she was in senior six and as you know candidates are always busy and the mum was a fat Muhima lady related to so many Afandes and I didn’t want to get any problems because of her.
And you know I couldn’t avoid seeing her every day because they own a shop opposite my cosmetics shop. One time she came to my shop and confessed how I had been giving her sleepless nights ever since she saw me and that she wanted a piece of me! “Boarding school spoiled you because how can a man like you fear women!” She asked me. “Actually you go and pray to God over this and he will help you out,” she advised me.
I tried telling her that I was actually sharp but it was because I feared her mother but she couldn’t buy any of my reasons. And you know once a Muhima woman is set to do something, she must do it. So, on one Monday evening, early this month, on my way from Kawanda after a failed bonking mission, nga Harriet calls me just as I was approaching Kawempe. And just by coincidence, she tells me she is in Bwaise keeping her elder sister’s house since she was away on urgent essential business work.
“Please come and be with me because I am fearing bayaye will come and rape me of they get to know that I am sleeping alone in the house.” And since I hadn’t offloaded in Kawanda, I decided to go to her. “Cry no more baby girl, I am just a few minutes from you,” I told her. It must have been God telling me to bonk her because why would this babe call me at this very time when I am badly in need.
When I got to the place, we drove to ‘I feel like chicken tonight’, got our junk food and went back home. As we watched Amassengejje news on NBS Television, she started touching my whole body and feeling my muscles. Then she asked me, “Hyena, are you strong enough to rape a woman?” I didn’t know why she asked that but I replied, “Maybe”, recalling the records I set up in Bunyoro.
“So, can you rape me?” she asked me looking deep in my eyes. Before I could say anything, she slapped me hard in the face and kicked me daring me to run after her! The way she was throwing kicks at me, you would think she went to a karate school! She was hurling obscenities and you can imagine in Runyankore and Luganda! And for one hour and a half, we were in this circus, fighting, rolling and lots of jumping, all in the name of raping her! I wrestled her to the ground but still she wouldn’t give me some! Finally, I managed to pull off her silk, pink knickers and since I was already angry and hungry, I didn’t have time to think about condoms, I just pulled her knickers aside and tried to push in the missile.
But her pot was so tight, you would think she had a padlock on it. I tried and tried but wapi. Meanwhile, she was busy laughing at me. “Harriet, what’s wrong with you?” I was puzzled. “Who told you to push that thing of yours in me?” She then used her left hand and pulled out two long strings and asked me, “omukazi wo azirina zino?” (Does your woman have these?) “You girl, where did you get these thick things from?” I asked looking rather terrified. “Never mind,” she told me as she grabbed my whopper and rubbed it on her ‘ropes’. She pushed it further and the deeper it went; the more I felt life being sucked out of me.
My hands reached for her small butt and I entered her deeper. She was now screaming in Runyankore, “Mwiru we kawanyita,” (you are killing me). All of a sudden, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning and I died for a while. I felt so weak to even fight a fly. I was sweating like I was the source of all rivers but she didn’t give me any breathing space. She took my whopper into her mouth, sucked me like she had a PHD in the subject, for three minutes. My whooper got so hard and longer than the mast at Kololo.
She sat on it as she told me of how she was going to ride me like a horse. As she swallowed the gu-thing, her body got goose pimples and I felt every hole and vein in my body open up. 10 minutes into that, she ordered me to doggy her. Man, those tight bums in and out! I went out of that sweet hole and it didn’t last ten minutes. “She will think I am a serial beeper,” I thought to myself. My whooper had never beeped at any woman before. I fell off backwards sweating like a duck. “Mister, stop Cumming like a little boy.” I felt like I had been hit with a ‘Zake’ hammer on the head.
She lay facing south while I lay facing north. The brat held my whopper with her feet, hand blew while she looked, winked at me with her devilish eyes. Her feet looked like a chimp’s. she woke up and knelt as she bit my balls. Beautiful girls can be weird I am telling you. She inserted my whopper inside her as she made an up and down movement. Assured me how I have a beautiful sweet whopper that is why I produce beautiful kids. “We will have one, not so? I couldn’t even respond. After she had cum, she fell off me and left my whopper growing bigger and bigger instead. I ran to wash my body but Mr. Whopper stayed still.
When I returned wet, I found her standing naked. So I made her bend and I pumped her for about ten minutes then turned her, carried her knee joints into my elbow, her arms around my neck and I gave it to her hard and fast. I was so rough at some point that I threw her on the sofa, gave her a doggy as I pushed my thumb into her star hole. She exploded, rose and fell on me as cum spilled all over the place. It was around midnight…I had to leave.
Till then, I remain yours truly, Mighty Hyena.
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