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This is the year about Hyena, no questions about it. The whopper just seems to be growing bigger and longer. Even Yasmine who has been feeding on it for the longest time is complaining. Luck befell me last week as I was able to screw Martha who had denied me her honey pot for years.
Of course you don’t know her!…. she is this babe who is perusing a medical course at Makerere University to become a doctor. She looks like a copycat of Spice Diana. For almost 3 years now, she has been buying her cosmetics from my Kasubi shop.
I even begged her to let me surf her Kandahar but she turned me down claiming to be having a bonkmate who cares and loves her so much. “But we can be friends,” Martha said hugging me. On Monday at around 3pm, I went to screw some ka girl called Irene only to find some other guy already ‘doing’ her.
So I passed by Martha’s place to say hi only to find her holding the biggest bottle of Uganda Waragi (Rusinzi) I have ever seen as she cried like she had just buried her loving mum. She didn’t even say hello to me. When I entered I asked her friend, “Who has died?” she told me that her guy had broken up with her and she is frustrated to the extent of gulping Waragi like she wants to commit suicide. “Is that something to cry over?”
I wondered and that was when Martha joined in. “Do you know that I have been treating that fool like a king?” Martha asked to which I replied that he will get back to his senses. “He will come back. Kneel before you and say sorry,” I consoled her although I was feeling like she should get over him.
Little did I expect what my ears received?
Martha told me that her guy told her that her Kandahar was becoming big and overstretched.
I felt like blowing up on hearing it yet she went on and lifted her light yellow skirt and asked me, “Is this Kandahar big Mr. Hyena?” my eyes landed on white knickers with little illustrations of hearts on it. My heart started pumping like I was being chased by a hungry lion.
I quickly grew goose pimples. “Martha, are you mad?” her friend asked. “Is it big…..do I have a big Kandahar tell me you are my friend…be honest and tell me,” Martha kept looking at me with her skirt still up. I had to say something but little did I expect what befell me. “I don’t know…..i can’t say by just looking at it…..i have to feel it,” I said thinking she wouldn’t let me do it.
Martha swiftly got up and stood before me like she was a vampire with her skirt lifted up. Guys, I could have turned the chance down but being a city bonker, I had to feel her. I put my hand on the knickers and pressed the apple. “I can’t really tell with these knickers on,” I told her. Martha then pulled the knickers off. “You are mad both of you,” her friend told us after which she immediately got up and moved out. “Go…..go, who had called you….go,” Martha shouted at her before turning to me to know if the thing was big or not.
I put my palm on it and then FJ. Martha then collapsed between my legs as if all the bones in her body had broken. “Is it really big?” Martha erotically asked. “I still can’t tell unless I use the whopper,” I said hoping she would chicken out.
Instead, she unzipped my trousers and pulled out the ever spitting whopper, “What are you waiting for?”
“Wait, let me first look for a CD,” I begged. “CD for what? You are just checking can you contract any disease during a short check-up,” Martha ignorantly asked. I pulled out a CD I had carried to bonk Irene and quickly condomised the whopper. Martha helped me put it on.
The CD fluids helped me to penetrate in a slippery way as she swallowed like 10 inches of my monstrous rod. Martha started moving like a caterpillar as she spoke all the languages like she was possessed by evil spirits. In a short time the Kandahar discharged hot magma that helped me to penetrate deeper.
I felt sweetness flow throughout my body. I licked my lower lip, thanking God for the sweet gift he had given me. Martha continued moving her body erotically, calling me countless names. I snaked my hands down and felt her jerry bums as I devoured her Kandahar. This got Martha electrified that she caressed my body like she was a trained masseuse. We locked lips and swapped saliva, making me smell her Waragi yet I don’t booze but without any option I persevered, I later felt like exploding as she looks forward to welcoming me from the dream world.
Martha was acting so freaky. What was meant to be time for testing resulted into serious bonking. Shortly after the game, her ‘silly’ boyfriend walked in saying sorry.
The whole room was smelling like someone had just had a foursome from it, though there was no proof that I had bonked his chic, he was suspicious. I kept quiet and comfortably continued watching ki-nigeria. He got a shock of his life when he sat on the bed. His pair of jeans got soaked in el-nino. He screamed “What have you done to this man on this bed?” When he started grilling Martha, I opened the door and took off for my dear life. He followed me crying like a kid leaving all the neighbours in great shock. I was saved by a boda boda guy who gave me a ride for safety.
Till then, I remain yours truly, The Mighty Hyena.
