Alone with Miss Moyo - 2 years later., a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2012-06-20. Times viewed: 6177.
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- Intro: Het - a 16 year old victim of sexual molestation (2 years later) gets an apology and a reward. A follow-up to the story "Bathing Miss Moyo"
Alone with Miss Moyo – 2 years later.
By
Gutter Rhymes
A follow-up to the story "Bathing Miss Moyo"
August school holidays and I was hanging around the “township” quite a different scene to what you may witness or experience in a township in the “location” sense. A rural business centre may sound haughty but it would be a more appropriate term. With the added bonus of the district council offices and the expected council beerhall. For these were located at that township which, for confidentiality is best kept anonymous.
At sixteen and going to a good boarding school all the way in Bulawayo, I loved to take the upmarket Fort Victoria to Bulawayo Alick Stuart Mail Service Bus, but often had to take the long train through Gwelo and on past Heany Junction to a city I love dearly to this day, glorious Bulawayo. The city Cecil Rhodes kicked murderous Lobengula out of, and started a modern city. Pleasing to the eye and eventually supported by serious commercial activity of all manner.
Miss Moyo was still single, now rumoured to have aborted my father’s child and outrageously beautiful with a pampered skin. She did not need any skin-lighteners like Ambi, Highlight “From America” (it boasted!) but she did use some Ponds vanishing cream. Miss Moyo was extremely light skinned like some her Dewa kin. Her light skin alone made her quite a hit because Karanga men tend to see beauty in light skinned women. But then light skinned women are such a novelty among Karangas that it said that light women are witches. Perhaps the men trying to disguise their lust for light skinned women plead bewitchment when caught shagging or trying to shag one of them light skinned witches…oops..bitches! Maybe we Karanga may be like fucking Arabs, we all love light skinned pussy. Horny fucking bastards!
It had been 2 years since I had last seen Miss Moyo. The day I had helped her wash her body in an iron bath tub. She pushed my fingers onto her anus, into her vagina and proceeded to fuck herself with my fingers until she had a thunderous orgasm and I had my first ejaculation (awake!). I shot come like urine, drenching my cotton short trousers, never wore underwear those days.
I saw her standing there, in a lovely simple dress, with short sleeves and ending above her knees. Her closed platform shoes gave her legs extra length. Now any extra length on those “please put a penis here” legs was a riotous idea. All, all men wanted to do was put their penises somewhere around those legs. I had since deflowered a girl in Bulawayo and torn the skin on my dick badly. So, I knew Miss Moyo was sexually appealing and my penis confirmed that with a now familiar listless movement.
“Sly mwana wa Farai (Sly, son of Farai), now you go to the big boys’ school in Bulawayo, do you still know us here in Bikita?” she said stretching out her hand. I duly shook it and definitely noted how long and tight she clutched to my hand before scratching its palm. She gave me the smile she had first treated me to just before she started pleasuring herself with my fingers, 2 years before. The memories of that encounter were so vivid in my mind, I could still smell the odour of her cunt on my fingers. I suddenly felt like having sex with her, that fucking smile is like a fucking spell I tell you.
“Miss Moyo, how nice it is to see you. How are you?” I asked, proper language but fully perverted thoughts.
“Very well. May you please walk me to my house. I sent them to drop off the groceries I have just bought. If we hurry up we will find the Fanta and Cocacola still cold. I have some Charhon’s Choice Assorted biscuits too”
Soon we were sitting in Miss Moyo’s little dining room, I had a large glass of Fanta orange.
“I am sorry about what happened the last time I saw you Sly. I made you give me sexual pleasure..so I.. sexually abused or molested you because you were less than 16 years old.” She looked at me and I remained unmoved.
I was hoping she would drop this line of thinking because it would kill my designs and hopes, like a fucking still birth.
“And the worst part is that if you reported me then…. or now, all the people, that is, men at the court would have the cackles and guffaws for you. Or simply fail to understand the problem. I mean, you know all men, any man, would literally kill to receive any kind of sexual favour from me” Miss Moyo was telling the truth.
“I won’t complain” I said almost too softly for her to hear.
“What did you say? I didn’t think you would report me, not now anyway, you are a big boy now and I have something a 16 year old may be interested in” she winked. I was glad she had dropped the apologetic line of thinking.
I smiled at her as she sat on a high stool opposite me. I was in the only other chair in the room, a low wooden chair. She towered over me with her thighs at the level of my face. She got off her high chair and went into her bedroom, disappearing behind the door. As she came out, she threw something onto her bed and it took me only a few seconds to realise that she had just thrown some crumpled knickers on there. She picked up her drink and took a gulp before attempting to climb onto the stool again. This was obviously difficult, instead of putting the drink down and supporting herself with her hands, she kept making clumsy attempts to get onto the stool. In the process she had to open her legs, flashing her black bush down there, showing me the whole length of her light brown legs and causing commotion within my balls and loins.
“I thought you would help me onto the stool, but I suppose, chivalry is dead!” she giggled as she fidgeted around the stool, to sit comfortably at last. In all that, I got several glimpses of her cunt-lips, her butt crease and her smooth, totally hairless legs. This lady was steaming hot, no wonder my father risked having an affair with her despite being an Elder in the local Dutch Reformed Church.
My dick was rock hard by then, my mouth was dry and I was quite short of breath. It was my turn to shift-uneasy, to give my trapped penis more room in my mini-brief underwear. Miss Moyo’s glare was on me, like a cat teasing a mouse it was about to kill, and eat. She opened her thighs, allowing me a full frontal view of her glistening cunt lips.
“Have you had sex with a girl yet?” she inquired. Her big brown eyes fixed on my now sweaty face.
“Umm..mm yeah, once”
“Did you like it?” she continued, much to my embarassement.
“ Yes..”
“How long did you take, inside her cunt, before you came?” where was all this leading to..I wondered.
“I did not have a watch..” was my best answer.
“You are clever, aren’t you…just like your father. I wonder what else you take after my friend Farai” she got up, this time opening her legs wide enough to see the pale skin of the inside of her cunt. I swallowed hard, staring, frozen.
“Remember, you must help the woman relax and touch where it matters, if you are going to have good sex. Do you want to have sex with me now?” that was by far the dumbest question Miss Moyo had ever asked me. Really, who would say no!
She came over to me bent down to reach my parted lips, planting a kiss on them. I had a bolt of electricity throughout my body as her lips touched mine. When she snaked her tongue into my mouth, I could have fainted. It was the most delicious feeling, the sweetest taste I had ever experienced, my body was on fire.
We kissed for a long time, my hands hanging over the side of the chair I was sitting in. I suppose, the sensations from my mouth were enough, I didn’t need more pleasure. Then she sat on my thin thighs, her legs apart, crotch-to-crotch. We drank of each other’s mouths, tongues wrestling. Her dress was now around her waist and her lovely thighs exposed. She was thrusting and gyrating on my shorts, grinding her bare, hairy muff against my pole.
I pulled my bum and with only a few seconds’ interruption, liberated myself of all clothing below the waist. She soon had my cock on her slippery crotch. She slowly glided over my dick, my uncircumcised member sliding all the way past her moist anus then back past her open cunt. She manoeuvred so that my dick didn’t slide inside, with each stroke. The tender manouvering was akin to tight-rope walking. She didnt want my prick inside her, not yet.
She continued her experienced strokes as her mucoid, slippery cunt juices poured out, her whole crotch and butt-crack were soaked in her secretions, as was my own crotch and dick.
“If you come now, I will never give you my vagina, you must wait until I come, then you can shoot.” orders are made to be obeyed, regardless of how irrational or difficult they may be.
She paused to slip her dress off her head, revealing her perfect hour-glass anatomy, her large brown breasts and the thumb-sized nipples. She pulled my face down and I got the hint. I placed my lips right on her rock hard nipple and suckled. This distraction, enjoyable as it was, delayed my cumming, thus rescuing me from disqualification against getting her vagina in future.
I had my hands on her hips, caressing those curves and appreciating how lucky I was to be in this position with the undisputed sex goddess in the area. Her silky soft skin felt so good in my hands. She was licking my neck and grunting and moaning. No words, just sounds.
Then she lifted her butt, positioned my young dick right on the opening of her scalding hot cunt before gently lowering herself onto it, really slow. As I felt my dick disappear into Miss Moyo’s most intimate depths, I was very worried I was going to come before her. I was motionless as she gently fucked herself on my turgid dick, up and down, in and out….
“Oh son of Farai…son of Farai you are fucking me…fuck me son of Farai…fuck Miss Moyo, your dick is so hot in my pussy….” she screamed like a woman possessed! Then she went silent and her body stiffened as she impaled my dick the deepest it has ever been, inside a cunt.
Her cunt was in total spasm all around my prick, gripping my dick tight. She breathed so loud anyone passing by must have heard her, she was like someone having a fucking asthmatic wheeze. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening and for a moment I feared she was having a fit or some other calamity. Now I know, she was climaxing…cumming on my dick. I felt the flood of her juices flow, all the way onto my pubic hair, trickling down my heavy balls.
“I just came” she whispered in my ear.
“Oh…Miss Moyo I am urinating inside you now” I said. And urinate I did (the word for ejaculating is the same as "urinating" in most Bantu languages). I pumped loads of come inside her, a whole week’s worth of sperm. I hadn’t had the privacy to wank myself in a whole week. My body jerked but my dick remained sunken up her cunt, her vagina was still contracted on it.
I don’t remember ever enjoying sex like that, to this day. I have shagged literally hundreds of cunts, but my erstwhile teacher, my father’s mistress holds the record for the most mind-blowing shag of my entire existence.
End
©Gutterrhymes.
June 2012
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