After bringing my hot creams out joystick my
Joystick through sucking, I cleaned myself up
with my boxers and threw it down on the
She was still all over me, trying to raise the
JT from sleep again. It took a few minutes for
her to finally get it back to functioning mode. I
was working on her pullover and trousers
while she raised the JT again. By the time I
was up and running again, her clothes were
already piled on top of each other on the
floor. Her perfectly shaven heap of cunnt
mounted between her legs like an anthill on a
flat land. The opening of her vegeena was
black and its mouth resembled the mouth of
a baby,s feeding bottle.
It was difficult to see its inner wall. I almost
wondered if my JT could be able to penetrate
it since I couldn’t see its opening properly but
I was wrong.
As soon as the tip of my JT touched the
mouth of her cunnt, it opened up on its own
like an automated lift door.
My entrance into her was the most
memorable in recent time as it was smooth,
slippery and at the same time, holding my JT
from speedy entrance. I was in a World of
my own pleasure as I slowly started the back
and forth journey into her honey pot.
She held my back while I twisted my waist
North – West – South and East.
I gradually increased the tempo of my
thrusting and it aligned with her own gradual
She was an expert, almost unlike any woman
I had fvcked.
*Did this girl say that her politician boyfriend
was thrown into prison. He should remain
there for now. Good job Museveni*
About five minutes into the action, she
pushed me aside and mounted on top of me.
It was her turn to ride me while I laid on my
back trying hard to suppress the soft
sounds coming out of my mouth. She was a
professional and I wondered where she had
learnt that. She kept twisting her waist in a
circled manner and I almost let out a loud
The walls of the rooms in the female hostel
was demacated with wooden and fibre
materials. It was easy to hear the voices of
people chatting in the neighbouring rooms, so
I was forced to hold back my imminent
When she got tired, she climbed down on the
single bed and dragged me up as she bent
down and held the edge of the single wooden
bed in the room.
Her cunnt protruded from behind like a 4-
month old pregnancy. This time, I could see
the opening of her cunnt clearly and the walls
were a mixture of red and brown; dark-red
if i must give it one name.
It was impossible to look twice over it as my
JT dragged me into the opening gates and
she started jacking her ar.se back and forth
instantly. I stood in one place holding her big
ar.se while she pumped away. She climaxed
and poured some creams all over my JT, it
made the movements smoother. I attempted
practicing what I had seen in a pornn movie
by slapping the Unclad ar.se now and again
as it vibrated while my JT was inside. I was in
cloud 9, out of this World. Since the Spermss
had refused to come out early, I laid her
back on the bed and raised the left leg high
in a vertical manner. The soft vegeena
opened up helplessly. I digged in again
pumping with fury as I hoped that the
Spermss will burst out by force. I was
getting tired but my hot creams wasn’t
anywhere near coming. She was enjoying it
more than me but that was the idea; atleast
for this first time. We fvcked for over half
hour before the sensational incoming
Spermss jolted me back into super pleasure.
As the Spermss got to the tip of my JT, I
pulled out and poured on the floor and on
top of her clothes.
She laid on the bed for several minutes while
I stood Unclad in front of table drinking
water after water.
When she recovered, she got up and cleaned
the floor and arranged the clothes.
When I bent down to take my boxers from
the floor, she took it and offered to wash it
for me. I didn’t object since I knew that I was
coming to her room to take it another day; to
me, that meant another adventure into that
I drank over two litres of water before I
recovered fully. It was a hot marathon sexx.
By the time we had settled down to chat, the
lunch bell reminded us that the Bundes
Government of Germany was still responsible
for our feeding, so we headed outside.
As usual, she was holding my hand; swinging
it like we had known each other for decades.
John, the big head had a way of popping out
of nowhere each time I was with Agnes. He
managed to emerged from a tree near the
fence of the deportation Camp; that was an
area we all feared. Whatever he was doing
there, only him knows. He stared at us with
so much anger in his eyes. He somehow
knew what we had done. I suspected he was
at the door and listened when we were at it.
When we got to the dinning hall, Joshua
approached us. He smiled and asked Agnes if
she could get Melinda, the South African
Model for her.
*I guessed the John group had disbanded*
It wasn’t my business but I was angry inside.
Melinda was the second on my list inside the
Camp. This Joshua of a guy should respect
himself and go for Melinda himself, not
coming to ask Agnes.
”Why don’t you approach her yourself” Agnes
had asked Joshua.
I kept quiet the whole time, nibbling on the
KATTOFELN salad we were served. (KATTOFELN
means Potato in German).
After the lunch, Agnes took me outside again.
We went to a small library in the center of
the town and booted up a windows computer.
It was my first time of touching that
wonderful piece of technology.
She opened an email address for me even
though I didn’t know what it was meant for.
She tried to teach me somethings I couldn’t
seem to comprehend at all.
Inside the library, we met Joan, a Kenyan
single mother who was in camp as well. She
was a lovely sweet girl, probably 20 or so.
She kept staring at me or us through our
stay in the library. Her little boy was running
around everywhere. I later picked the kid up
and gave it to her mom. She thanked me and
said she was going back to Camp..
We were going back too, so we all went
I mentally made Joan the number 3 on my list
of to-do-in-Camp…. There was nothing else to
do in camp anyway except wait for your
On our way to the camp, I spotted a phone
boot and excused my self. I asked them to
return to camp and that I would meet them
As soon as possible. I wanted to call Africa;
Efuah in Ghana, my brother in Onitsha, etc.
I put 4 Euro coins in the booth and dialed
+23324*****. After a few seconds, Efuah’s voice
‘ hi Sweetheart” I said. She started ranting
and accusing me of not wanting to give her
The truth was I had not gotten a phone then.
Mobile phones were not allowed in camp. I
told her all that and calmed her down. I
promised her that camping will be over in a
month time and we will be talking all night as
soon as I got a phone.
I cut the line and dialed Nigeria, as soon as
my brother picked his phone, someone
tugged on the coller of my pullover and
pulled me out of the booth.
It was John, the Bighead.
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