Live Sex - An Experience

It's Me Scumbag

Chief Lister
Some time back,Moi was still president,I used to earn a living as a clerk in a milk production plant. Worked 7 days a week for 6K a month paid biweekly. But pesa ya kuwaka(yes,that was the language then for binge drinking) was a lot since we even sold (on the side) spoilt milk to pig farmers.
One day,on a Friday like today,I decided I needed to have my oil changed after working ceaselessly for two weeks. And to escape the tedious boring town that I was stationed in I came to Nairobi straight to Buruburu to my cousin's place. There were no phones then,you had to show up and hope that the niga you wanted to see was in or else you would need to start tracing him from his favourite hangouts.
Thats exactly what I did,he wasn't home but I finally found him at shop 5. Those who know Buru phase 1 know what shop 5 was all about.
We started drinking and dancing. All the time,I am casting my eyes around looking for a suitable ferk mate to take care of my two week old horniness.
A target was identified and suitable moves made to entice them to our table. When they finally landed at our table,my cousin asked the night nurse if she could also get a friend for him. Which happened.
In those days,bar hopping was an art and since Mututho had not thought of even being an mp,bars used to open for 24 hours as long as there was some one drowning their sorrows,celebrating something or just drinking for the pure pleasure of having a drink when one wanted to.
Our night nurses were lasses from Buru( they considered themselves good girls but in fact,were no different from the Koinange girls). The only difference was for a drink,you could take them home for an all night session of sexercise.
At some point,shop 5 became boring and we decided to head to town.
We hit up The Wallet,Eureka and ended up at the Princess hotel. Thats where we got one double room coz every other room was booked.
In our drunken stupor,and in the darkness,everyone got busy until my cousin's ferkmate whispered 'sasa wewe ni nini,si ulale'. The response was like 'sijamwaga'. 'Basi wachana na mimi' the woman said leaving the bed,in the darkness,heading to the bathroom. I asked my cousin what was the problem and he was like 'I think ni hiyo pombe nimekunywa inaprevent nikam'. The niga had taken some foreign vodka he was not used to coz I was the one buying. Apparently,my cousin had been hornier than me and despite every move the ferkee pulled,the guy couldn't nut. He kept on humping and humping and humping tiring night nurse.
The woman came back,by now the lights were on,and came directly and sat on our bed. Kamukunji pap. Niga hamwagi.
Every proffession has its own job secrets... My cousin akaambiwa aingie bafu aoge and I was told to order some krest from room service. Saa tisa asubuhi niko hapo shirtless naamasha the attendant alete krest.
Niga showered and took his krest...the short of it was zile gymanstics alionyeshwa after that bath and the krest,niga unloaded in less than 10 minutes.
With an audience to boot. Had never witnessed live sex before and have never since.
I never fail of remind him of that night at The Princess hotel. Tunachekanga yetu yote.
 
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It's Me Scumbag

Chief Lister
Reminds me of an almost similar incident in Nyeri over 15 years ago. Difference is that I finished the job when my friend ran out of gas midway.
Performing for the audience 🤣🤣🤣. Reminds of my friend Morise Ja-Katito, same kind of setup and he had a more serious dryspell than me. Double room ina maneno.
I thought I was alone. Safety in numbers?
 
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