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STORY OF MY LIFE IN CAMPUS: THE STORY CONTINUES.........the other day i told you about the rush for numbers. A race of 4 campus dudes to hit high digits in terms of ladies laid. The competition was getting rough. There is a ninja who laid 3 ladies in a span of 5 hours and we were left with our mouths wide open. If he continued with that trend we would be fighting a losing battle. I told you that the fight for numbers made me eat things that made me get goose bumps. There are holes i entered that still give me nightmares. I remember i lady i got from a pub in town. We had gone for a drinking spree, a boys night out. As the night ate away and beer took toll on me, every girl became beautiful. There were some ninjas some 3 tables away from where we were and they all had ladies. I noticed that the ladies were holding on empty bottles, i summoned the waiter to replenish one of the ladys stock. She was happy about it and came to our table. I was too drunk to survey her well. I took her home that night and seriously rummaged her goodies. When i woke up in the morning and looked at what lay beside me, I prayed for the earth to split and swallow me. It was such a grisly sight. I couldnt believe how i had eaten such. I hurriedly planned on how to get her out of my house with immediate effect. I never wanted anyone to see me with her. I saw boobs of all shapes, sizes and colour. Long nipples, insistence nipples,nipples too big that they chocked me as i sucked them. I saw and touched firm boobs, sagging boobs, others that lactated and i swallowed milk..daaamn!! BUT theres nothing that disgusted me more than unshaved pussies. There was this girl i fished from 2go chat rooms. She came from Umoja. The day she came and i undressed her, it took me almost an hour to locate her cookie. It was all cover in hair. A deep dark forest. The hairs were as hard and sharp as cactus. I got a few injuries, bruises rather as i worked on her. Personally i am a guy who shaves clean, i could not understand how on earth a lady would choose to rear wildlife around her pussy. After eating anything edible on the dating sites and facebook, we changed plan. We noticed that the University swiming pool was an untapped resource. The four of us dint know how to swim. In January 2012, a new semester started. In the first 3 weeks no learning takes place. We spent a whole week in the university swiming pool learning how to swim. We would go there and train ladies hiw to swim. The ladies often wore bikinis and it made it easier for us to select wheat from weed. We could tell who had shaved and who had not, who had a big clit and who had big lower lips. Just by the look i could tell who had a deep crack down there. Mostly we went hunting in the swiming pool on Fridays. We would get girls there, befriend them, later buy them beer in the evening and at night climb them seriously. I remeber a day we went to the damn swiming pool and a pack of 4 girls came. Here we were, 4 lions totally exhausted and almost getting dressed to leave. When we saw the ladies, we hurriedly back dived in the water. On that day, only two of us managed to leave th pool with ladies. So we went drinking that evening and decided to spend the night at Kahawa in one of niggas room. He had two mattresses. Me and my girl spent the night on one mattress laid on the floor and the other nigga would use the bed. We were all high and nobody cared. I caressed my girl, kisses flowed, i capped those boobs, nikasugua hizi nipple kama njugu karanga. I sucked them with prowess. She had her pussy well shaved. A big protruding clit that i liked. I went down on her and worked well on that clit. I could here my nigga on the bed too working heard. It was one of those annoying beds that sound chigi chigi chigi chigi..my girl here was well wet. That foreplay had worked well on her. I reached for my ammunition and loaded my gun ready to fire. She was a tight girl, not a virgin but previously less climbed. I bet the nigga who had unvirginised her had not completely performed his duty. She was tight and as i pushed my drill deep into her her held me tight and bit me on the neck. She ploughed my back with her sharp nails. That night i worked on her really well. My nigga on the other side was employing some uncouth methods. His girl was not as sweet and tight as mine here. So he would pinch the girl so that the girl screams. I forgave the ninja, he just wanted to prove a point to me, but heaven knows he ate a wide ditch. BUT theres one lady i fished from the swimming pool who up to date still makes me drool. It was on a thursday morning and some classes bounced. I told 2 of my niggas that we should go to the pool and relax there. On arrival, the pool was empty. On one lady in there and some 2 ninjas basking their balls on the sides. The girl shouted my name Keeen, ingia huku haraka sana. I couldnt tell who she was. I changed into swimming gear, boxers that is and dived into the pool. As i closed on her, i realised she was one of those ladies i had previously met in that swimming pool but had somehow escaped my trap. We had a good swim, flirted, i showed her to do the back stroke and stuff. At that time ahe was a fourth year, but she was not on session. She had just come for a swim. She also wanted some movies. I had lots of them in my comp. But on that day i had left my comp at home. I suggested we go to my place and copy tge movies. We left the pool, took lunch and headed for the slaughter house. I had no idea whatsoever of mounting her coz she had previously slipped. We got to my crib, started copying the movies. I gave her some juice to irrigate her throat as we chatted along. The girl spotted playing cards, zile huwa mnaita karata. She said she knew how to play them. At that point, one of the most genius ideas i have ever had crossed my mind. lets paly strip poker and see who ends up naked first she was cool with it. Suddenly i felt my lion roar and acquire maximum turgidity. It stretched almost reaching the knees. To make the game sweet, i voluntarily lost the first 3 games. My shirt off,vest off, pants off. There i was ,only my boxers separated me from absolute nudity. You all know girls they have like a million clothes on them. I had to win like 10 games before her top went off. I had to win a game for every earing, necklace, scarf, bracelets. It tough ladies and gentlemen. Once her top was off, there i was, staring at two well shaped and firm mammary glands. Only a bra separated me from having a clear view of them. My lion roared louder. Got more hard almost busting. It stretched to its maximum possible millimeter. I won the next game. She stretched her hand towards the back to unstrap the bra. She looked at the intersection of my legs and smiled. She could see the bulge. Vains were now prominent on my face and a thin sweat was approaching. She then looked straight into my eyes. She had those amazing bedroom eyes that were previously possessed by Delilah, she who killed Samson. Off went the bra. Whatever happened next is still a mystery. I found myself on her, seriously sucking the mammary glands. There she was. Sighing, moaning and writhing on the bed. I pulled down her jeans and lowered her flag. A well shaved pelvic area was right there infront of my eyes. I could see the clit peeping. I worked on it thorougly with my toungue. She pulled me up and kissed me like her life depended on it. I wunt lie to you, i never used ammunation on her. I just felt her open up her legs wider. I felt my lion slide in slowly to warn and wet cookie jar. It was a sensational feeling. I managed to offer her 3 good doses of semen that afternoon. I irrigated her inside. She loved ne pouring in. She went home that evening well serviced. That night, she called me and opened the gates of her heart. She had never experienced such a nice hammering. She came back the next day, on a friday, for a sleep-over. I butchered her all night and all day Saturday. She drained all my energy. That Saturday when she went home was the last i ever saw of her. She got saved the following day, on Sunday..she dedicated all her life to Christ. She became a strong believer. She never picked my calls again.....
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 08:38:52 +0000

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