The Art of Intimacy

My father came home one night and told us we were relocating to Ishaka, Kampala has become too expensive for him. My mother and two sisters immediately started planning like they were expecting it. 

I cried silently in my room for weeks. Ah, Ishaka! If it was even Mbarara it would have been better. Silently I prayed to God that the day never came but deep down I knew God wouldn’t answer my prayers because of all the atrocities I have been committing with Kampala girls 

My very first month in Ishaka, I stayed indoors all through. I wouldn’t go out, I thought if I stayed inside too long maybe my father will pity me and send me to live with a relative in Kampala

Instead, the more I stayed inside, the more my mother used me as a houseboy until I started losing weight, meanwhile my sisters were going out and making friends. I developed sense by force and accepted my fate

The first time I saw Aisha, she had come visiting with my elder sisters. They had become friends and lived just across the street so yeah, we were neighbors. 

My sisters didn’t even bother to introduce us, but she smiled and greeted me and I didn’t even think much of her because she wasn’t a Kampala babe and so wasn’t my spec, and besides she was even a Muslim and wore hijab. I couldn’t tell if she has nyash or breast so I just nodded and continued chatting. 

Being in a new place and without a single friend, I had not touched a woman for a solid 5 months. Big big pimples had started appearing  on my face and I knew it was because of too much unreleased sperm. I was scared to burst them because I knew the moment I do, sperm will come out not pus. 

The following week I decided to stroll, and so I entered a ride to Mupaata restaurant, my sisters have been talking about the place and how nice their food tasted.

Immediately I entered, someone bumped into me with a pack of soup and hit my penis, while some of the soup poured on my trousers. 

“OMG! Eryo jinja oba oyinamu emundu?” (Is that a rock or  there’s gun inside your trousers?) 

So I surprised myself by saying, “ Gwe azukusiiza empologoma” (You’re the one that woke up the Lion in me) 

Immediately we both looked up and it was Aisha, my sisters friend and neighbor. Our eyes locked and we both bursted out laughing. 

“Ah, I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know it was you.” She said while standing up and apologizing for spilling soup on me. 

Sir k! Well, I’ve heard that Ishaka girls are very respectful. I smiled and told her it’s fine then I asked for the convenience and she pointed it so I walked briskly inside to wash off the soup and the smell. Thank God I had my perfume and body spray I always carry around for unplanned emergencies like this one. 

As I was brushing it off the door opened, I didn’t bother to turn until I felt a looming presence behind me so I turned and standing before me was Aisha!

“Jesus, what are you doing inside here?” I asked shocked and scared at the same time. 

“Don’t be angry sir, I came to help out. I have wipes.” She brought out baby wipes from her handbag and bending down she started cleaning my crotch area again as if we agreed she could touch me 

With a throbbing erection threatening to burst through my jeans, I was scared and embarrassed at the sight until I saw her eyes literally lit up as she felt it, and I swear I saw a smile on her face. 

These Ishaka girls have boldness sha. She didn’t even mind that someone might walk in on us, she just squatted and was cleaning away, someone walking in would immediately assume I was receiving blow job. 

I held her arms and helped her up after some seconds that felt like forever because I knew I would release if she doesn’t stop. I told her someone might come in and she smiled and said it’s fine sir. 

She now said I should follow her to her house so she can wash the trouser for me as her parents would have gone to observe their daily salat and wouldn’t be home.

I wasn’t born yesterday, I knew an invitation when I saw one, and suddenly even with the hijab she looked like the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. God surely works in mysterious ways. 

After buying another plate of soup for her and some snacks for myself, we boarded one bike and for the first time I felt her backside and I knew she had ass underneath the hijab, as  she kept bouncing backwards due to the bad road, rubbing her soft ass against my solid bulge 

God knows how to bless and reward his children they say, the patient dog eats the fattest bone. I was on my way to eat this fat ass after 5 long months of starvation. 

We rushed each other like wild animals the second she locked the door. It was as if a referee blew a whistle and said, on your marks, set, go!

In seconds I removed her hijab, she was completely naked underneath. She had no breast like I suspected, but by grace, her ass? Her ass was the only consolation I required. They say good things comes to those who wait and I have waited, on God! 

For the first time I noticed her lips, she has the most amazing and fully developed lips that looked like two wet vag!nas, those lips would do wonders to an erect manh0od 

“Aisha, you have the most beautiful lips I’ve ever seen” She smiled shyly but my pen!s smiled with confidence. 

I lowered my head and kissed her lips, gently at first but she rushed me and even bit my lips, I thought it drew blood. She kissed me like she was starved and my saliva would save her life. 

But she was using too much tongue and I wasn’t comfortable with so much saliva in my mouth from someone I don’t know. She didn’t know how to use what she has. It’s like having a big gun and you can’t fire. I realized she probably suffered from lack of experience

Small time, she slip her right hand under and unzipped my jeans and was trying to force my erect c0ck from the small hole between my jeans. I knew I had to help her before she injure my weapon of mass orgasm. I unhooked my belt and let the jeans fall to the ground. 

She broke off the kiss as she felt my bulge fully for the first time & smiled at me: “wow, you’re big!” I laughed and we continued.

I helped her pack all of me out and when we were both naked, I carried her to the couch, lay her down, held my breath & went down on her. 

The bush there was unexpected. It’s like Ishaka girls don’t shave but a hungry lion can never be stopped by mere bushes.

Parting the brushes with my mouth and fingers, I kissed it. She smelled and tasted like the black geisha soap. I wasn’t going to be deterred so I pushed a finger inside & drew circles and alphabets with my tongue then I animatedly lapped my tongue inside and against it. She moaned loud. 

“You bring condom?” She asked in pidgin, I mumbled what sounded like yes while my face was still inside and between her legs, eating away hungrily while she used her two hands to support her thighs and spread her legs wider on the couch. 

I found my jeans somehow with my left leg, dragged it and brought out my Kiss condom & wore it.

“Are you sure about this?” I brought out my head to ask just to make sure I have her consent

She yanked my head back down inside her and that was all the response I needed. 

Gently, I held her right leg and placed it on my shoulder. She adjusted and balanced well for me with her elbow propping her up on the armrest of the couch, I found her wet and dripping pussy again & playfully stroked her vigorously.

She screamed and I covered her mouth immediately. 

“Daddy sorry, daddy, please fuck me!”

I was not used to being treated with so much respect, Kampala babes won’t call you daddy, they will just close their eyes or be looking at you like you’re their mate, so I enjoyed every bit to be honest. 

And so like a good daddy, I did. 

Balancing her leg on my shoulders I positioned my full 7 inches and slowly slid in, she shifted downwards, raised her hips and swallowed the whole of me. This girl didn’t lack experience at all, she wore it better than I wore the condom 

She brought her leg down from my shoulders and locked it around my waist as I went in fully into her warm, wet and slippery mound. I started thrusting with a vengeance 

“Daddy ooo, fuk me harder please!” 

This girl was collecting my 7 inches and asking for more so I knew I had to make a good first impression to earn a second invitation 

So, I slowed my thrusts, pulled out of her and brought her down to the floor. Then as if she read my mind, she positioned on all fours, experience wan finish this girl! 

I checked my condom to make sure it was still intact because I can’t cum today and then go tomorrow. 

I knelt down behind her and grabbed her hips, staring at her perfect ass and so I started pumping her slowly and slowly and gradually started increasing my speed

Every thrust was a hit, I was hitting and smashing her with calculated thrusts. I raised my head up to the heavens and blessed the angels for this wonderful meal and when I looked down, she was now on her elbows and had arched back and was speaking Arabic or so, I couldn’t tell. 

I kept pumping and pumping, twisting my waist left, right and even 360 until the moment of climax was near. I went on supersonic speed and pumped like I was about to go, I groaned out loud and she screamed with her face pressed against the couch and we came together. 

I quickly got dressed and she started arranging the house, as I made a move to leave, she held me and gave me 100000 Ugshs

Ahh, so in Ishaka women give men transport after knacking. Maybe I was meant to be here after all.

Later at night I was on my phone when I got a message on WhatsApp, it was from Aisha. “Tanx for d sex”. 

I smiled and replied: “Thank God”

I knew the game was on and God of second chances has just smiled on me but like they say, variety is the spice of life, so I knew it was time to find another mark. Yes, the King is back and loaded! 

The End