Letter to Becky

Oh my friend have you no shame, devouring cubs like that?! You do know this is jealousy speaking here, choma. I so wish I were there with you. That Bob boy sounds like a dish, nka mo otla ka kuku a tagwe, choma. Wa nkitse nna.

So, Arthur invited me to his get-together braai last week. I decided to ask Pabi to tag along with me, as I wasn’t sure what type of crowd would be in attendance. You know how women can be at times, choma, like you are doing flashing your BlackBerry 39-what-what at me like Paris Hilton flashing her punani for cameras.

Tshepo came to fetch us with his father’s Grand Voyager. Pabi and I sat in the seat behind the driver’s, despite Tshepo asking Pabi to sit on the front passenger seat. We opened bottles of Vawter on our way to Arthur’s place. Tshepo was playing some old school RnB on our way there. There’s just something about Janet Jackson’s songs that makes me wanna open my thighs for a hard long dick, my friend. Worse when alcohol is beginning to take it’s toll.

When we got to Arthur’s place we found him braaing, but there wasn’t as many people as we had anticipated. Apparently, many of his friends had attended a wedding in town. There were 3 other guys there, two with their girlfriend and another helping Arthur to braai the meat. That was great because it meant more booze for all of us and guaranteed dick for me in Arthur. I really didn’t care for much.

I sat on a camp chair, just outside the sliding the door facing the braai stand. Choma, I had front row seats of Arthur’s tight ass.

I was wearing my polka-dot summer dress with a straw hat. My dress exposed my DD bosom and down south I went commando. As the deep house tracks were taking me away to a land I have never been to, Vawter took my hormones where I wanted it to go. Arthur kept taking sips of his Heineken while he bumped his head to the beat of his recorded megamix. I wish he would look my way but he was busy engaged in conversation about whether Black Coffee was a better DJ than Kent. Boys!

His friend, whose name I never got, kept checking me out but I pretended not to notice him. Each time he looked my way, I took a sip of my drink and looked the other way. I know my thighs were killing him, as I was sitted with one leg over the other. What we call a ‘four’, mgani!

When Arthur finally paid me attention, asking me to get a plate for the meat, I pulled a Basic Instinct on him. I slowly pulled my legs apart, flashing my pussy at him, stood up and walked to the kitchen. I could see him drooling all over that clean-shaven, beetle-shaped tswana kuku of mine.

After meals, it was already dark and most of us were tipsy. The two couples drove away and only Tshepo, Pabi, Arthur, myself and that dude whose name I never got. Each one cuddled their motho on the couches, the dude was all alone and kept drinking while ogling at us. At the time, Arthur’s tongue was licking the back of my ears.

Tshepo and Pabi were also at it. It was clear they liked each other, from the afternoon, as they followed each other everywhere. I couldn’t see them, but I heard the sounds they were making.
“oooh, ahhh, ohh-shhhit.”
Arthur had his hand up my skirt and was fondling my already wet pussy. The volume of my moaning kept ascending with each rub against my clit. His hands were firm, yet his touches were delicate. As he was busy with my pussy, I was slowly unbuckling his belt and undoing his fly. I reached inside those tight polyamide/spandex boxer shorts and out came that black anaconda. I quickly got into positon to kiss its head and insert it into my mouth. I blew him, paying attention mostly to the tip of his head and I heard him scream “ooohhhh – shhhhhhit!”
I went down to his balls and I felt them roar like the king of the jungle. I kept licking his shaft from top to bottom. Each time taking a peek at that single dude whose name I never got. He pretended to be sleeping but I could see he had a hard on, as it was portruding through his tight pants. He had built a tent, my friend. As I was sucking his dick, I kept looking at Arthur’s facial expressions. They changed from time to time. One moment he would be biting his lower lip, the next he would be breathing heavily and the other holding the couch tight and shaking his head like he was been tortured with electricity. I could feel his toes curling and muscles cramping. I knew he was close to nirvana. In a blink of an eye, he popped.

Cum shots came out as though it were water lanched from a spraygun. All over my face, breast and dress. He spraypainted me cream white. He laid there, on a couch, exhausted like he had just ran a marathon. As I gathered my handbag and walking towards the bathroom, I heard Pabi say “Aaaahhhhh!”
I knew that was the sound of Tshepo burying his bone inside her cookie.

I quickly freshened up and prepared myself for serious bonking. As I came out the bathroom door, I came across the dude without a name. He had his hands in his pocket. Choma, I swear he was fiddling his dick and about to jerk off in the bathroom.

When I got back in the sitting room, I was greeted by Pabi’s screaming.
“Tshepoooo! Tshepoooo, Harder!
Tshepoooo, Harder! Faster!”
That soundtrack was just too much, I instantly wanted hard dick. I wished I could join them. Tshepo was sitted, she was squatting over and riding him like a cowgirl on a wild horse. Arthur had passed out, I tried in vain to wake him up. I was so disappointed thought of bonking the other dude. At this stage he had gone to the other bedroom.

I went to Arthur’s main bedroom, got into his King-sized bed and attempted to finish the job myself. I just couldn’t concentrate, due to the sounds Pabi was making. It made me lust after Tshepo.

After they were done, they came into the bedroom with Arthur in their arms and threw him onto the bed. I was disgusted. Didn’t even want to look in his direction. Pabi and Tshepo took out a blow up bed and prepared to sleep. Once they had settled, she made that sound again.
I just couldn’t deal. Arthur was lying there stone-cold. He wasn’t moving, just breathing softly. My pussy was soaking wet and it wanted dick asap. I gave the mutherfucker a mother of all BJ’s and he repays me by passing, depriving me of that joystick. Tshepo kept banging Pabi’s head against the side of the bed. I wished I could just get Pabi out there and open up wide for Tshepo to screw me ’til I screamed his name.

I went to the bathroom to relieve myself, guess who I bumped into? The dude whose name I never got. I grabbed him and we kissed. His dick was already hard and I too was wet. He picked me up and pinned me against the wall, with my legs over his shoulders. His rock hard chest rubbing against my calves as he thrust harder and deeper. At this point I wish I had asked for his name because I wanted to let him know how much I appreciate him fucking me after Arthur had let me down. He stood up hard for me and I opened up wide. He thrust deep and I screamed hard. I felt him, feeling me feeling him deep inside me. I wished for him not to stop. The screams in the bedroom had stopped. They were then listening to me. I screamed hard, I wished Arthur would come out of sleep and see me getting fucked by his buddy. The man knew his story, as he pulled my hair, pinned me down the on the floor and dominated me. He thrust so hard and deep, I feared he would dislocate my womb. I felt like an absolute whore being fucked by someone whose name I didn’t even know. The pleasure made it all worth it. He turned me around and had me on my knees. From behind, he reached even deeper. I held on to the foot of the toilet seat. My mind was miles off earth. The excitement, elation and ecstasy of it all is beyond description. Orgasm, the highest point of excitement. My toes curled, my eyes crossed, I bit my tongue. Faster, harder, deeper. I heard rolling stones, thunder strikes. I went, I came!

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